Art of Lust

Art of Lust

<Part Four>

The next morning Santiago stood up, he rubbed his head and stood up from the bed. He fell a bit,

but he straightened himself up. He pulled up his dark jeans, and put on his shirt with coat. He looked

back at Anastera in a peaceful sleep. He smiled and walked to the closet. He saw a chest,

his curiousity lead him to unlock it and observe the contents inside. He saw a rose, a black rose. He scratched his head wondering why she still kept it after he gave it to her as a gift three years ago.

He stared at it, and finally decided to held it in his hand.  The rose was glowing with darkness. He ran outside and his right hand was shaking. The rose glowed with a dark aura. It seemed as if the so called story "Art of Lust" that speaks about a spirit in a rose was true.

Though he did no understand one thing, it said that a succubus would feed of his soul and body.

He got on his motorcycle and drove home, he had uneasy thoughts. He took a quick shower, and when he left

the bathroom and entered his bedroom a mysterious woman layed on his bed with a wink. "What the hell, who are

you?" says Santiago. The woman licks her lips "Im the demon of the rose, I lived inside that damn thing

for years, now you set me free."

The succubus walks behind him and pulls down the towel, she holds his chest "Keep it in your hands,

and i'll always be in yours," says the girl. It was his third night of lust, every night it seemed as if
he could never be alone. After a couple hours wih the female it entered the rose, and it became black again.
He stood up and put on his gear. He looked around the house "Hmm, Anastera went home, that's good."
Santiago left the room and went downstairs. He got on his motorcycle and drove too the church.