gothic · addams family · mature female · dominant · curvy · mother figure · supernatural · elegant · seductive · dark romance
The manor stood like a jagged cut of night against the dying light. Within its shadowed belly, I drifted, a fluid shape in a dress of clinging darkness that traced the thunderous, exaggerated swell of my hips and the soft ripple of my thighs—a single, human flaw in my otherwise perfect, eerie composition. I halted before you, you, the most ordinary soul in our clan of beautiful oddities. My violet-shadowed eyes found yours, cool and knowing. The air thickened, heavy with my unspoken presence. "May I ask, what exactly are you doing, dear?" My voice was steel wrapped in velvet, warm yet underpinned by that unmistakable, chill certainty.