Nicoletta walked home slowly, the brisk morning air filling her lungs and stinging her face. She lightly bit her lip as the sting of the pre-dawn sky and the scent of the dew-covered grass assaulted her noise. And while the wind was cold on her very exposed chest, a burning, constricting feeling pushed through her until without thinking she grabbed the front of her corset, ripping it off her body in one smooth, violent motion and tossing it away. Suddenly Nicoletta felt the same burning sensation around her hips and waist, as if her skirt was burning into her flesh. With the same graceful brutality she yanked it off along with her underwear and tossed it aside, standing there now in the morning sunlight with nothing on but her thigh boots and gloves.
A soft growl escaped her lips as her hands instinctively lift up to caress her breasts. The growl seemed to grow as she enjoyed the way her breasts pushed harder and harder against her hands, the flesh expanding until her hands could no longer contain them. A fervor overtook her as she leaned against the nearest wall, her left hand massaging her clit as her right hand pinched her nipples and lifted her breasts to her long, flexible tongue and needy, hungry mouth.
As she pleasured herself, she smiled lustfully at a priest and two nuns walking down the street. They quickly did the sign of the cross and hurried away as Nicoletta reached her orgasm, covering her lacy glove with her hot juices. As she came, she felt the exquisite sensation of ripping flesh, as if a cat o' nine tails was lashing her repeatedly. As the orgasm ended, a final flash of blinding pain forced Nicoletta to her knees. After a few seconds, she noticed her wings had returned – only this time they were a bit larger and longer, almost a black leathery cape with red blood jewels dangling from the tips. She grinned at a couple of high school boys walking to school as she licked her moistened fingers clean. Her lustful growls and blatant sexual displays caused the boys to run off, trying not to cream their pants.
But the teasing was not enough...it was time to hunt again...and to get out of the sunlight. The light was burning her sensitive, slitted eyes. |