Oh Holy Night... part IV
Hello every body, welcome to yet another chapter.
In this episode, we glimpse into the night life of the Femme Fatale, Lunara and her devilish ways...
While the holy monster that was Nihilis crept back to his depressing home, Lunara made her way to her own home in the uptown district of Chicago. A large house on the hills with an impressive view of the city in her large master bedroom.
Almost immediately after she stepped through the threshold and closed the door an elderly man in a butler uniform approached her. "M'Lady" Samson spoke simply as his mistress sighed happily and stretched her arms out. "I am feeling restless tonight, Samson. I think I shall stay up a bit longer, be a dear and fetch my toys for me?" she asked knowingly.
Compelled by the terms of his servitude, Samson bowed his head and turned towards the basement, whilst Lunara walked behind him and casually stripped her clothes until she stood in nothing but her lowcut corset, black and red lace panties, stockings, and her heeled shoes that clacked across the polished floors. Samson was unaffected by such unlady-like behavior, being the Ghoul of this woman for 50 years saw to it that he was used to the habits of this monster.
Descending into the basement, Mistress and Butler passed by the cellar and entered the dungeon room where several blindfolded men were kneeling, arms bound by crimson ribbons and kept kneeling by small but durable chains.
As the door opened, the young men began sniffing eagerly like dogs before the scent of death and decay wafted into their minds: Mistress was home.
With barely contained excitement, all three men shifted closer to the source of that intoxicating smell that Lunara fed them. She smiled with a perverse glee and waved for Samson to leave before sauntering up to one of the men and dragging her sharpened nails across the cheek of the man.
"We missed you, Mistress" the man said simply, starting the early morning's orgy of blood, pain, and sadistic domination....Lunara's favorite dessert....
The next night began simply enough, silk sheets graced her nude body and did nothing to hide her seductive and curvaceous body. Samson was picking up clothes and the shredded remains of clothes and placing them in a basket for the laundry, completely ignoring the naked woman as she stretched and sat up. Laying beside her was a handsome man in his early thirties or late twenties, she forgot which, his throat torn open. Apparently Lunara got a little too feisty in the early morning and had fed upon him in the throes of her own orgasm. Oh well, she still had two more willing slaves ready to please her every desire. Pulling the blankets off of her she was met with another male, in his early twenties, resting between her legs and snoring some. Gods above and below, if he didnt have a talented mouth she would have killed him for his damn snoring.
Lightly smacking the man's cheek he woke with a start and was soon shoved off of her and told to dispose of the body in the main furnace before returning to his dungeon to be chained again. As the slave dragged his fellow's body out of the room Samson approached her with a fresh set of clothes and proceeded to dress her up, slipping a clean jet-black thong up her legs and clipping a rather small bikini-like top over her breasts to push them up some and make them seem all the more appealing. With skilled fingers, Samson eventually buttoned up her casual jeans and pulled a cleavage-revealing tank top over her head.
With a small kiss to the cheek, Lunara left Samson with the task of cleaning up the mess of her romp and left greet the cold night.