AmyBeth
Star
- Joined
- Sep 19, 2013
Elizabeth appeared to be about the age of 20 or so maybe a little older, and she had appeared that way since 1794. She had been in her 20’s over 200 hundred years. She had been born from a human mother and a demonic father, and when she hit adulthood she had to make a choice on which path she would walk, and being foolish naive, willful and selfish as most young ladies can be she chose to align with her father’s people. In exchange for accepting her demonic heritage she was granted immortality, unearthly beauty, powers of manipulation and shape shift and most of all her young lust was turned into a weapon. She could get anything she wanted with her body; she opened the door way to sin and perversion. The only caviot, she needed to have sex, and needed it often to maintain her powers and youth.
She had spent the last 50 years or so feeling empty, the echoes of her choices leaving her empty and regretful that she had not chosen to be a human. She yearned for the things she had deemed foolish when younger; marriage, love, children, a job, a home, to age even to die. She had recently decided she was going to make a life choice. She knew she needed to have sex, and do so wildly and frequently but there was no rule claiming it had to be with many men. She had been searching for a man that could hold her attention, but she would test one and always end up being unable to control herself and fuck another man. She had no need for money, over the years she had a way of seducing dying old rich men, and she sat upon a hefty trust fund. But for entertainment and a way to drain some of her sexual tension she stripped at a local strip club.
She weaved in and out of the busy crowd, purposefully getting to close to people, bumping them in places that made them blush, or making them bump against places that should have made her blush. She wore tight light washed jeans that hugged her round perky bottom. She was relatively short only about 5’3’’ maybe 5’4’’. She had a curvy athletic body. She wore a plan white tee that was cut an inch or so deep at the neck to allow her full breast to fit under the stretch cotton comfortably. She wore wedged heels that caused the muscles of her legs to lightly pop. She had a loose sweatshirt over her shirt unzipped. She looked completely informal but caught the eye of almost every man walking past. Her hair was at the moment a dark auburn color worn down in large wavy curls. Her eyes were a grey blue color her skin pale with a light rose high in her cheek.
Elizabeth watched the crowd scanning for a face that stuck out to her, looking for a soul that was good enough to help her control her demonic side, and a man handsome enough to use his body daily.
She had spent the last 50 years or so feeling empty, the echoes of her choices leaving her empty and regretful that she had not chosen to be a human. She yearned for the things she had deemed foolish when younger; marriage, love, children, a job, a home, to age even to die. She had recently decided she was going to make a life choice. She knew she needed to have sex, and do so wildly and frequently but there was no rule claiming it had to be with many men. She had been searching for a man that could hold her attention, but she would test one and always end up being unable to control herself and fuck another man. She had no need for money, over the years she had a way of seducing dying old rich men, and she sat upon a hefty trust fund. But for entertainment and a way to drain some of her sexual tension she stripped at a local strip club.
She weaved in and out of the busy crowd, purposefully getting to close to people, bumping them in places that made them blush, or making them bump against places that should have made her blush. She wore tight light washed jeans that hugged her round perky bottom. She was relatively short only about 5’3’’ maybe 5’4’’. She had a curvy athletic body. She wore a plan white tee that was cut an inch or so deep at the neck to allow her full breast to fit under the stretch cotton comfortably. She wore wedged heels that caused the muscles of her legs to lightly pop. She had a loose sweatshirt over her shirt unzipped. She looked completely informal but caught the eye of almost every man walking past. Her hair was at the moment a dark auburn color worn down in large wavy curls. Her eyes were a grey blue color her skin pale with a light rose high in her cheek.
Elizabeth watched the crowd scanning for a face that stuck out to her, looking for a soul that was good enough to help her control her demonic side, and a man handsome enough to use his body daily.