Once upon a time, Vampires were scary creatures. The movie monster Nosferatu was everything society didn’t want out of a vampire. He was a balding, scary old monster who was reclusive, nightmarish and preyed upon you as a victim. But at some point in the ’90s, with the help of the ever so delicious Gary Oldman and Ann Rice’s Lestat, we realized that vampires must be sexual creatures. That conclusion isn’t as baseless or illogical.
Of course, as modern Pop Culture points out, Vampires would mean that humans would become food, not friends. Booted from that top spot on the food chain and uncomfortable with the thought of being Lestat’s next dead waltz partner, we might become aggressive. And cattle are pretty aggressive in large numbers. So we keep them in the mysterious bad-boy shadows and give them predatory attributes like speed, strength, and domineering, protective natures. You know, those things we look for in our partners, looking to make strong next generation cattle-er, I mean people.
We make these domineering, protective, top-notch non-humans with unending stamina drink life from the most sensitive areas of our bodies. Step by step, we’ve made a creature who has immortal wisdom and boning powers, who we give life to, and is dark, broody, mysterious and dangerous. We walk with them, we walk with death. If that isn’t the most ’90s American grunge thing I’ve ever said, I’ll eat Gary Oldman’s top hat.
Talasha, Akaisha-art3d’s lady of the day, is the product of that journey from monster to sexual mistress. Your cock is pretty sensitive and full of blood; I’m sure she’d love to swallow a dinner of life-giving blood and semen. The books and materials behind her illustrate that she has a long life of knowledge to go along with her immortal stamina. Her tattoos are sassy and her makeup is trendy, but behind her eyes is a woman beyond human boundaries. We’ve taken a monster and made a true mistress of the night. Thus, it’s her image that fuels our best dreams.