Lady Magik
by Robert M. Velkym

   The covers moved silently as she sat up in bed. Beads of sweat still ran from her forehead as she arched into a stretch. She reached over and uncovered the stiff dead body from the hours before. He had been exquisite, unfortunately he couldn't handle the heat. She looked over the body, her eyes lingering for only a moment on the blue/purple bruises around his neck, she love the rough stuff, she just wished her toys were more durable.

   The woman stood, and the sheet slide silently onto the floor revealing the nakedness underneath. She walked over to the window and looked out over the nighttime city. It was time to hunt, and she was ready for more fun. After all few could resist her charm, as those who could would succumb to her magic. She caught the scent of a male, and the hypnotic lull of a rave. This was the greatest time to be alive, why waste it on good, when evil was so much more fun.

   She turned and entered her ex-lovers room. She reached for her black leather pants, pulling them over her naked flesh in a tight second skin. Then her usual adornments, tight velvet top, to excentuate her breasts, long black velvet gloves, and a black velvet trench coat. Her emerald green eyes flashed in the shadowy room, the magic reeling in them after such exhilaration of her kill, the adrenaline giving her heart a flutter, and getting her extremely turned on. She needed more love, soon, or else she would have to take matters into her own hands.

   She headed down the steep cement stairs, leaving the body, and moving quickly under the glamour of a bag woman. She reached the landing and broke the spell. She stepped out into the nightlife of the street. Her sexy look drawing catcalls from most she passed, after all the sent of sex hung on her like a bitch in heat. She knew it, they knew it, but it was a matter of finding the one she wanted, the one who could finish the job.

   At the corner the club raged into the night. A large black man guarded the entrance; his huge paws grabbing and inspecting all that entered the establishment. His hulking hand waved her inside without a thought to her age or asking for cover. He looked her up and down as though she were a piece of supple steak.

   She also noticed his look. He was definitely strong, but a feeling that he was playing for the other team dismissed her from looking twice. She wanted a strong, athletic man. One who wasn't afraid of her. She concentrated on a charm spell as she danced her way through the pulsing crowd.

   He looked out across the club, the music thumping - driving him to new heights. Then he noticed her. She was exquisite. Her pouting breasts, long curly hair, she seemed to glow with sexual power. His course was true, and he wouldn't leave without her. He set down his beer and headed over.

   She stopped and danced with two dark girls. Their make-up framing their eyes in darkness, sharply contrasting their florescent hair. The three women ravished each other on the floor. Their hands searching each other like hungry wolves. Their bodies grinding into each other as marauders of lust. A crowd quickly formed around the women to enjoy the outlandish display.

   He was in the crowd, feeling the vibe as the charade continued. He could feel himself getting turned on. After all who wouldn't with three beautiful babies bumping and grinding. A smile spread across his face as one of the girls, the beautiful green-eyed one, invited him to join the fray. She twisted her hands, coercing him into the threesome. He was entranced.... was that electricity in her eyes? What is it about her? He had to have her. He moved into the dance, as if pulled by her. Pulled by that electric vibe that must have caught him across the dance hall.

   She smiled as he came closer. Her tongue licking across her teeth in anticipation of another fuck, another rush. He came to grind, and then some more. She knew he couldn't resist her charm. She danced rhythmically crouching to the floor all the while ripping his cloths. Then as she made her way back up, she licked his exposed flesh. Her tongue leading the way up to his beautiful lips. Pity he would use them just one last time- tonight. Perhaps she would snap his beautiful neck in her climax. She grinned as she explored his mouth with her tongue and his body with her clawed hands.

   The music intensified as the two swayed and bounced. The crowd dispersed after all a guy and girl don't draw the crowd like the girl on girl shows. She was all over him, their bodies mingling into one. Her legs rapt around his, grinding, she was ready, she needed it.

   She drew closer to his ear and whispered, 'lets go somewhere private', and then licked his lobes. She could feel him shudder. He was ready.

   The two exit the scene. Somewhere on that night and many nights later, the sounds of panting, moaning, and love would be followed by a muffled scream and then her exuberant cries of lust. She had found new power in take life and she loved it...