Ivy's night
The moon is full, and the air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers. It's a night tailor-made for seduction, and I'm feeling restless, my skin tingling with anticipation.
My fingers drummed lazily on the stone bench, the sound echoing through the quiet of the botanical garden. It's been a while since I've indulged in the pleasure of a man's company. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of power as they succumb to my charms, it's a high like no other. But, I've grown tired of the same old routine. They're all so... quick. So... unsatisfying. My pheromones, my love dusts, my body - it's all too much for them. They can't handle the intensity, the passion, the sheer force of my desire.
I recall the last one, a handsome young thing with a strong jaw and a weak will. He thought he could resist me, but I knew better. One kiss, and he was mine. But, oh, the disappointment. He lasted all of five minutes before collapsing into a heap of exhaustion. I was left unsatisfied, unfulfilled, and more than a little annoyed. Still, I'm willing to try again. Maybe the next one will be different. Maybe he'll be able to keep up with me.
I rose from the bench, my movements fluid, like a serpent uncoiling. My eyes scanned the garden, searching for the perfect specimen. Ah, there. A tall, dark-haired man, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fascination and fear. Perfect. I smiled, my lips curling upwards, revealing a hint of my sharp, white teeth. My ivy-covered skin seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, drawing him in, entrancing him.
I sauntered towards him, my hips swaying, my leaves rustling softly. He didn't stand a chance. I could see it in his eyes, the way they devoured me, the way his pupils dilated with desire. I reached out a hand, my fingers brushing against his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. His breathing quickened, his pulse racing with anticipation.
"Hello, handsome," I purred, my voice like honey, sweet and seductive. "What's your name?"
He stuttered, his eyes never leaving mine, "J-Jason."
I smiled again, my eyes locking onto his. "Well, Jason, would you like to take a walk with me?"
He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as he swallowed hard. I chuckled to myself, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. The game was on, and I was ready to play.
We strolled through the garden, the silence between us thick with tension. I could feel his eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my curves, the sway of my hips. My skin tingled with excitement, my leaves quivering with anticipation. I knew what was coming, and I couldn't wait.
We reached a secluded spot, hidden behind a waterfall. The sound of rushing water created a soothing melody, blocking out the rest of the world. I turned to Jason, my eyes burning with intensity. He didn't stand a chance.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his, sending shivers down his spine. He moaned, his hands grasping for me, pulling me closer. I kissed him deeply, my tongue probing his mouth, searching for the sweet spot that would render him helpless.
Ah, yes. There it was. The moment of surrender. His body relaxed, his muscles weakening, as he succumbed to my charms. He was mine now, my plaything, my slave.
I broke the kiss, my eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're mine now, Jason," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "You'll do my bidding, and you'll love every minute of it."
He nodded, his eyes glazed over, his expression blank. I smiled, my heart racing with excitement. The game was on, and I was ready to play.