In which a girl is kidnapped by the king of New Orleans; The king who hates witches.
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SHORT STORY 💡
He hates witches for reasons unknown to Zizi. Zizi, a human (or so she thinks she is), moves to New Orleans with her sister for a fresh start afte...
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The pleasure was immaculate. The way his fingers fondled with her clit, his tongue circling her breast. Zizi couldn't help the moans that escaped her. She felt her juices pool onto the sheets, the more her rubbed circularly.
"Ahhhh. V-Vamin!" She moaned. He grunted in her ear. "Your arousal smells delicious" the moving his finger to his mouth, a quick taste. "You taste delicious as well"
Zizi could come off the sound of his voice, the act right there made her want to release all over his fingers.
Scooting down, he aligned his mouth with her engorged clitorous. He widened her legs some more, in butterfly position.
Suddenly his fangs elongated. He kissed her thigh so sensually. Then but into. Zizi shook with pleasure, and so intense was it she thought she would bust. Euphoria exploded within her. She watched as blood trailed into her inner thigh. And bust, she did.
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Zizi woke up panting. She looked around her then slapped her forehead.
Still I'm the library.
It'd been another week since her first visit and she thoroughly enjoyed spending time in the myriad of books.
Wiping the sweat off her head, another dream of the demon. Only this time, it was sexual. She never had sexual dreams of the demon. Something she had noticed was that ever since she'd been reading the witch book, she's been having dreams of Vamin.
She shivered at the thought. Maybe I shouldn't read it then.
Another interesting thing had also happened. She'd been having breakfast and dinner with the vampire. One day, two nights ago, she'd watched as he fed from a live human. Gross.
Ok maybe she did find it arousing, slightly. But she'd never admit that aloud. She even chastised herself for the thought. This man did break your wrist!
Abusive prick.
He'd been nicer, at least he talked to her during breakfast and dinner now. Even if was monotonous. "Do you enjoy the food? Do you want something else? Should I have a servant to warm your food?"
