Évrard D'Aboville has been the lethal left hand of King Sabien Arceneaux for centuries. Using his deadly skills, he's indiscriminately killed and maimed at his master's behest. He had never once been disobedient. That is until he was asked to kill a...
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Évrard D'Aboville-The Creature
Lying on the oversized king mattress, I click mindlessly through my burner phone. The first thing I did was destroy my mobile after leaving the mansion. The little witch, bless her, was clever enough to leave hers behind. Eventually, I'd have to let her contact her family. Otherwise, we'd add human authorities to our list of pursuers.
Rolling over, I punch the pillow stuffing it under by head. I'm not sure why we put beds in our rooms. It's not as if we need them. We don't actually sleep. I could on occasion force myself into a deep sleep but that is more akin to hibernation. I suppose we need to keep up the pretense that we are human. Elseways, we use our beds for more enjoyable purposes other than sleep.
I kept one eye on the security cameras while shuffling through her photos on Instagram. It's the closest I could get to her at the moment without coming off as creepy. Not that I cared. It was easier stalking her from a distance.
It satiated this desire, nay, this need to be near her. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was compelled, charmed, or hexed in some way. She had the power just not the ability.
Honestly, I never meant for that... encounter to happen last night. Truth be told, I didn't actually need to lick her like a greedy child going at melting ice cream on a hot summer day. But Gods help me, I did.
I didn't lie when I said her scent was quite potent. I just chose to omit a few details about how we could effectively achieve its masking. Sure, the whole thing could be avoided by her simply wearing my clothing. But where's the fun in that? She did eventually find herself in my clothes. Seeing her braless in my dress shirt nearly did my head in.
I believe, Reader, that I described to you in great detail the type of woman I find appealing. Perhaps this... desire is born from that preference. When I saw her standing there in nothing but a towel, looking at me the way she did. All doe-eyed. Fear intoxicatingly mixed with desire. Hell's bells! There's only so much a body can take.
I'll begrudgingly admit that like some fledgling school boy, she's had me at half-mast by her scent alone. I was already precariously perched on the edge of this overwhelming desire. Her soft curves and whimpers aroused both my hunger and my lust.
