Profile: Willow Namir

Background:

Prologue:
In the hidden jungles of North Ghana the Ashanti hunters spoke of a flying, demon. They claimed he was mannish creature with iron fangs lurking in the trees.   The creature would snatch hunters, women, and children in the area. Mothers told their naughty children the creature would take men into the bushes with its hook formed feet and drink their lifeblood.

Willow was told this story from birth to death it seems. Never one to listen she would often go on walks alone in the moonlight, her beautiful ebony skin attracted all the men, the beast was no exception.  That night he was not looking for a meal but a bride, not once did the stories from her youth faze her; at least not until the day she died.

Then:
When she awoke the moonlight looked different.  Startled as her tongue moved in her mouth as if it were a visitor feeling the razor-sharp fangs in her own mouth brought it all together, a vampire had murdered her and now she was one of them.  Lying there dressed only in the sweat from the night air her body her hurt and her hunger was great. She stayed still there allowing the images from the night before to run through her mind.  She had let the creature kill her. Distracted by how the creature was really a beautiful man as he laid there drinking her lifeblood. It had never occurred to her what she would become as she stayed still died the most beautiful death.

Unafraid she refocused her sore body with confidence. She headed to the nearest creek to see what she had become.  Her facial qualities were diverse somewhat and her body appeared to be softer and had developed a much more attractive ample shape. Her breasts were flawless beforehand but now the form appeared to be even more so, they stood more and her nipples were nearly perfect circles and just the right color. Her hips were unchanged but her waist was thicker giving her body more of a luscious hourglass look. Her ass wider and rounder but much softer and her skin was formed over taught muscles that rippled with every movement of her body. In short while she didn't really look different she looked far more attractive sexually even to herself.

A hushed voice called out to her from the bush and she saw a man tied up and naked on ground. She wasn't sure how she had missed him but she was sure of one thing right now, she was hungry and he was dinner. Crawling to him on all fours she advanced on the helpless man and reached for his manhood. Even limp it was a handful but as she stroked his length to hardness she was amazed at how large it got. Hungry as much for this man's sex as she was for his blood She didn't give it a second thought when she swallowed his manhood with one gulp and slowly dug her teeth into the flesh at the base as she sucked him. The strange man moaned and squirmed under the assault of her mouth and fangs she held him firmly by the buttocks to keep his manhood in her mouth. She turned her head from side to side as her fangs dug deeper and deeper into his skin finally breaking the surface and spilling his hot blood into her mouth.  The taste of his life was exquisite. Searing hot his blood burned her mouth but she didn't dare let go instead she dug her fangs into his flesh as deep as she could and sucked eagerly at the open wounds filling her mouth and spilling from her lips. His blood gushed faster than she could drink it and it ran down her chin onto the grass beneath her knees. Moaning loudly through the gag the man struggled against his bonds and tried to break free. She can remember that sucked on his cock and started teasing the tip with her tongue to keep him somewhat calm. 

It took several minutes but eventually she drank her fill and finished sucking the man off. His seed shot hard into her mouth and burned just as hot as his blood. She pulled her head back and let his semen hit her face instead of swallowing it. As she watched his orgasm subside she noticed that he stopped moving and breathing as soon as he finished. Full of blood she smiled at her first kill only to be distracted by a voice that would haunt her for a long time. “Enjoy him?" The creature asked her from behind. She turned to see her creator and long time lover until…

Now:
Stepping off the boat in Venexia having had enough time to become fluent in English, French, and Latin she instinctively heads for the one place in the city that calls to her.  Seeking out the Duchesses or her coven and taking up permanent residence with other Karnsteini she feels more at home with her new family at the Bordello.  Unsure of what is to come but keeping her adventures documented in her journal.  Today her most recent entry reads “Today dear diary I got a new pet…”

(Credit: Willow Namir )