The quest for power:

Tigress Fruit

A richly decorated bedroom,

designed for encouraging the sensuous.

A man, well dressed and pleasing to look upon,

is gracefully relaxing upon the bed.

He is werewolf and vampire combined.

He feeds off humanity

like a lion off a herd of unguarded sheep.

He is powerful.

His desires and needs go unchecked

like a malignant cancer in its host.

He has raped and killed a thousand times.

He is unchallenged like the lion,

absolute in his power.

Calm before the battle,

He is the undefeated champion,

knowing that his challenger's lives

are his to do with as he wills.

Bodies will lie broken and mangled

like a violent storm destroying all in its path.

He is calmly sitting before me,

observing me like prey

or a momentary mate

to unleash his passion and fury upon.

Unlike fearful prey,

I seek him out.

My life is his to do with as he wishes.

Live or die,

I will never be prey or victim again.

He waits in a moment of unexpected satisfaction,

sought...rather than feared.

How delightful when the fruit,

over ripe with its own essence, must fall.

In that moment,

one only needs to extend their hand

to partake of its pleasures,

rather than striking it down

like some hungry animal.

The fruit desires to be eaten

to complete its own rapturous comsumation,

or lie rotting upon the ground...

I move toward him

using my beauty and sexuality

to invoke him,

to arouse him,

to draw him toward me.

I hope to draw his power into me

by unleashing his passion upon me...

his thrusting mangling power.

Warrior, killer, rapist, destroyer.

A hairline between life and death.

His desire to feel his power and energy,

like shards of light attacking the darkness of space.

He knows my hope.

He enjoys my desire, my temptress.

He sits delighting in the moment of expectancy

when his desires will be unleased and satisfied,

rather than striking his prey down in its rage of fear.

Moving toward him,

provocative, sensual, hot.

Just as I'm about to touch him,

I pull back in a gesture

that is both surrender

and inviting him to come take me.

Fuck me.

Have your pleasure with me.

Make me yours.

Bite me,

and make me Powerful.

He rises,

accepting.

Prey struck down in flight.

Arms trapping...

Claws ripping...

Teeth opening...

Preparing the flesh for the feast.

Bodies interlocking...

Sweating...tumbling...

heaving with passion-pain.

In unbridled lust

he devours and thrusts.

Back and forth between his passion

and his desire to hurt,

he rides his power.

Beaten by orgasmic waves...

Fruit being devoured.

Prey caught in the jaws of its predator,

waiting for the final moment.

I surrender...eager...

He has had his fill.

My moment has arrived.

My desire fulfilled.

He bites.

I'm freed.

I have chosen power.

Power is what I wanted,

even though it is through the path of evil.

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