Purfus

If you are capable of great love you are capable of great hate. Your heart will provide you with either it is up to you to choose which to use.

Maybe someday she will find me. I'm certainly doing a poor job of finding her.

Not to say that anything I make is that good. Regardless I retain my copyrights and give permission for any not for profit use. I give no permissions to any incorporated entities or representatives there of. You will not find other people's creations here. Only my own. I took the pictures, wrote and played the music, wrote the demented stories, and I even took the time to try and explain myself as best I could. Well I guess I didn't really write the music sense it's not on paper anywhere but I did make it up. Cheers :)

Her skin erupted with blood. Instead of pain she felt pleasure as her lover licked her wound clean. He didn’t let one drop go to waste, he never did her blood held so much power for him. It was her gift to him. His name is Drakus and he has been drinking blood for over 400 years. And in his arms he had the most beautiful woman he had let himself near in centuries. Drakus is burdened with a thirst which can only be quenched with a living creatures blood. There is no rest for him while he hungers for his feast.

The woman’s name is Valara. She is what is sometimes referred to as a sympathizer. The truth is she cares quite little for Drakus’ burden. She does enjoy the pain that only he can inflict. She enjoys his need for her; he makes her feel vital like no regular man can. His reckless desires would risk anything to be with her and she knows it. He gives her power.

Drakus licked his lips clean and put his lips on Valara’s. They shared in each other’s ecstasy and fell prey to their human desires. She gave out a moan of passion as he entered her body. Her neck was almost heeled and with every passionate wave Drakus sent through her body she could feel her skin rejuvenate a little bit more. To lay with a blood lustier is to share in their power, a power that heals their bodies and gives them life. The passion is most pleasurable if it is love, but it can be anger, the lustier’s burden cares not which as long as it has the energy of human emotions to feed on.

Without that passion the lustier is bereaved in a world of darkness requiring more and more blood as it grows. Eventually without passion it will die. But you can bet it will take a lot of others with it. Some blood lustiers are capable of feed on fear and hatred but most can not bare the taste. Those that can are rogues. They care not for their brethren and nor do they care for the humans they survive on. They would gladly kill 10 humans to live another day.

Drakus was not of this kind. He chose to find a human mate and live on their passion, live with their passion. He chose Valara. He breathed in her hair and whispered in her ear. “Do you feel it?” “Fuck, I feel it. Don’t stop” she moaned. How could he. He was locked inside her, unable to comprehend existence without it. He could feel his soul filling with her passion. She dug into his back with her nails. She dug so hard blood left the surface. It put blood on her fingertips, dripping down her hands. She knew he was close because she knew him well.

As soon as her fingers left his skin it filled in. He was at that point moments before orgasm, when everything that ever did not starts to make sense. He felt like nothing could ever burden him again. Not fear, nor oppression. Not even his blood lust. At this point, especially at this point, his powers were at their peak. The skin on his back had returned to normal in seconds. It was at this point he could feel his own passions. This was the only time they existed to him. There was another time, but it was a long time ago and is not something he chooses to remember when he is with his lust for his companion.

Valara slipped her bloody fingers into her lover’s mouth and told him to eat it all. He did with the lust that drives his life. Nothing could burden him. His voice rumbled and his body tightened. She knew he was almost there. She squeezed him hard. Tightened her body around his and pressed him inside of her. He pushed into her and with a moan of pleasure he came. All her passions and all his desires were bound in that single moment, a moment of pure existence for him and pure purpose for her. He needs her and it’s all she cares about.

They fell into each other. Their bodies were trembling with what they had done. Their breath had slowed. Their minds relaxed. Is their anything that brought them more satisfaction? No nothing. This was their purpose. This is the reason they fight so hard to exist. These small moments were the best part of their lives. Still inside of her he lay back. As every wave of passion echoed in his body he closed his eyes and lost himself in time. She got off of him and laid her body next to his. He told her often that he needs her warmth near him. But she knew what he really likes is her breast against him. It doesn’t give him power but it gives him comfort to feel her there with him with nothing keeping them apart.

They drifted into one another and let their dreams take them out of the world they existed in. The same dreams that kept them alive brought them out of their lives to exist inside their own minds. To exist as energy in the purest sense a human, or any earth bound creature, could ever know.