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     Its the rawness, the unquenchable, that keeps the animal forever in heat.  The scent, taste and feel of unbridled sexual pleasures and promises that heats the blood.  Its in the knowing that one will be fed to his or her fill and able to fill again and again.  It flows uncontrollable  igniting the most hidden desires. It removes all sense of order, making us into animals once more only wanting to fulfill our salacious and instinctive needs and wants.  It is then that the body rules, that commands, that owns.   It wins in the end getting all it desires, satisfying each and every hunger imaginable.  It consumes the soul and it rules all thought creating whores of us all.  I will take my fill of you... take you as many times as I so desire, a succubus, a vampira, eating and drinking to renew my own flesh.  You will feed me, then it is your turn to devour and drink of me. It will be a cycle, unending, dominating and submitting in turn.