Sun Princess:

Simone’s Notes:

The femme fatale flourished in the Romantic period in the works of John Keats, notably La Belle Dame sans Merci and Lamia. Along with them, there rose the gothic novel, The Monk featuring Matilda, a very potent femme fatale. This led to her appearing in the work of Edgar Allan Poe, and as the vampiress, notably in Carmilla and Brides of Dracula. The Monk was greatly admired by the Marquis de Sade, for whom the femme fatale symbolized not evil, but all the best qualities of Women, with Juliette being perhaps the earliest novel wherein the femme fatale triumphs. Pre-Raphaelite painters frequently used the classic personifications of the femme fatale as a subject.

Mrs. Connor slowly opened the door. She was surprised to see Edward standing before her.

“Oh Edward!” the widow exclaimed. “What are you doing here so late? I wasn’t expecting any company at this time of night! Is anything wrong?” Edward kept his stoic face. (A trait he had picked up from his fellow incubi and succubi.)

“I need you tonight!” he pleaded softly. The widow’s cheeks became a bright pink.

“Oh my!” she panted out. “I don’t know what to say!” Edward slowly began to smile. He stepped forward and gently took her hand. Mrs. Connor’s face really reddened. The incubus looked at her with deep loving eyes.

“Just say yes!” he replied seductively. Then he moved in and lightly kissed the widow on the lips. Mrs. Connor felt herself being swept into deep heat. She couldn’t resist much longer. The widow kissed back in a deep rush. Edward put his arms around her and lightly forced himself into her house.

The heat storm flawed up from there. Edward was acting on his newly powerful incubus instinct. His vision was all black and red butterflies. He just had to have her. She was where Derdra couldn’t be tainted. Mrs. Connor would do perfectly in her place. Edward kissed her deeply on the lips again. The widow kissed back equally. Ed drank into each kiss. They were all like life-giving water to his thirst. He needed her tonight or his own desire would eat him alive.

The widow led him back to her bedroom. Edward lightly pushed her back onto her bed. Mrs. Connor looked up at him with sweet eyes as he mounted her. The incubus took a long while to admire her beauty. She was like an addictive wine to him. Her rich crimson lips begged for another kiss. So the incubus leaned down and gave her another one. The widow kissed back happily. The black and red butterflies in his eyes grew stronger. They too wanted to be fed. They were all flying around like crazy. “Easy now!” the alchemist thought in hungry lust. “You’ll get to eat soon enough.” He lightly began kissing down her neck. The widow moaned aloud happily. Edward slowly began untying her jade green robe.

The soft feel of her bare skin under her robe sent his mind into a high that no amount of drugs could achieve. He just had to have more. Edward leaned down and kissed her on the lips again. The taste of sweet cherries quickly met his lips. Mrs. Connor was his new drug. She also ignited the darkness of his desire.

He couldn’t wait much longer. Edward ripped open the robe in a rush and yanked off his own clothes. Mrs. Connor just shut her eyes tightly. The woman’s body was trembling all over. She was discovering that she too wanted him so badly. Her desire was so heavy that she could just drown in it. Edward didn’t waste any time with the feeding. The foreplay had worked him up enough to go through with it. This time, there was no guilt to hold him back now. Within seconds, he was in and out her over and over again. The widow moaned out happily and held Edward closely to her. Her pounding heart against his bare chest drove him to pump even faster. Her aura was a high red tonight. The incubus could see all of the blood running through her veins. Edward wanted so desperately to bite into her neck and drink it up like the sweet-tasting wine that it was. But not tonight. The incubus had to gain the widow’s full trust first. He was almost there with her. The incubus had to unload on her when the time was right.

“HARDER!!!” the widow cried out in high bliss. Edward complied with pleasure. The black and red butterflies in his swirled around and around as if in a heavy whirlwind that he had no intention of control. The incubus was too lost in his world of deep ecstasy. He grabbed onto her shoulders tightly for more speed. The widow hollowed out in pain and pleasure. With each passing second, Edward was seeing more and more of Mrs. Connor’s childhood. His new senses allowed him to see everything. The incubus saw her fears, her loves, her dislikes, her personality, her childhood memories, her nightmares, her dreams, and everything in between. Everything about her soul seemed to glow in his eyes and mind like the sun itself. Edward grinned to himself wickedly. This all really turned him on to her. He instantly had to have more. So, the alchemist began drinking up her aura and fears. The widow let her body fall still in weakening pleasure. Her mind and body seemed to have disconnected from each other for the rest of the ride. She was getting all of her body and soul to him.

Edward came in a heavy drowned rush.

“OH YES!!!” he yelled out. The alchemist just collapsed beside of her happily. The widow just lied then motionless and breathing heavily. Her companion had opened a door that seemed dead to her years ago. Edward sat up to leave, but he felt a dainty fragile hand grab onto his automail wrist. The incubus looked down to his soon-to-be pet looking at him desperately. Her eyes were filled with deep fear and longing. The widow parted her rich smeared crimson lips to speak. Ed leaned in to listen closely.

“Don’t… leave… me…” she tried to murmur out. Her voice was too weak to get the words above a whisper. Mrs. Connor kept trying to whimper these words out over and over again. Edward couldn’t help but to smirk at her. He had achieved the first part of his plan. His prey had become depend on him. She needed him now to survive the loneliness that her darling husband had left her with since he had died.

Edward leaned into her softly. He lightly kissed her on the lips. Then he slowly moved over to her soft sweet little ear.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he whispered to her like a serpent with its tongue dripped in honey. “I will never leave you alone. You have my word on that!” The widow lied there looking up at him with no emotion in her eyes. Edward smiled at her wickedly. He had faked his love for her so perfectly that she actually believed in him. She was wrapped tightly around his little finger. Now all he had to do was break her little heart with the truth and then took her as his own slave! The evil in him had only begun to manifest!