As he shucked off his pants, the bats seemed to burst from the black curls at his crotch. With each move he made, the cloud seemed to flutter and flex against his skin as if in flight. He turned as he stepped out of the pants and I saw an articulated spine tattooed down his back. Leathery wings graced his shoulder blades, more demon than angel. They arched across his back, each extending out onto his arm before ending in claws similar to those on the bats’ wings. My gaze dropped to his round ass, where the spine tattoo disappeared between his fleshy buttocks. On his left cheek was a tattooed bite mark, two deep puncture wounds dripping with blood, as if some s*x-crazed vampire mistakenly sank his fangs into Rist’s ass instead of his neck.
He kicked the pants aside and turned toward me aga
