Gods and mortals were never meant to fall in love. Now in a weakened state, there is nothing left to stand between the immortals and the vampires. Vows, however, cannot be broken no matter how great an evil has risen.
The vampires have lain dormant...
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"You're a whore," Sheila announced as she attempted to twist the swelling flesh around Lanecea's nipples, her tiny breasts so sensitive the pain was excruciating. "It is your fault those boys got in trouble at church. It is your fault your father loves you more than me. It is your fault you always have boys running after you. Look in the mirror. You know it's the truth. You're nothing but a whore."
Lanecea obeyed her mother, looking in the mirror, but all she saw was a pale girl with long black hair looking an awful lot like a witch with her eyes red from crying. Besides, she had no idea what a whore was, but her mother seemed to know exactly what she was and apparently being a whore was a bad thing.
She knew better than to argue with her mother but didn't have anything to lose. Besides, she hadn't been late for supper and had just wanted to have a bath but the washroom was so small, the walls closing in on her and making her feel suffocated.
"I try to be a good girl but I don't have friends who are girls. All the girls at church won't play with me because I am too old - they are the same age as my sisters."
Sheila, for once, seemed to be taking a moment to ponder her daughter's logic.
"Well, something needs to be done about that. I will not have a bad reputation and I don't want to see you hugging your father again, especially now," Sheila slapped Lanecea's finally developing chest, indicating the reason why she could no longer hug her dad.
Lanecea couldn't help but smile when her mother finally stormed out of the washroom, not caring that she had left red fingerprints on her little breasts. She was getting boobs!
"God has heard!" Lanecea was breathless with excitement as her fingers gently caressed her soft swelling skin, the sensation making her pussy tingle with just as much delight.
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"You'll behave and play with their children - they have a daughter your age," Shiela pinched the nerve in Lanecea's shoulder, a trick she'd learned in a parenting book she'd read on disciplining your children discreetly.
Panic welled up within Lanecea's chest as she watched the tall blond man open the van door, panther shapeshifters tumbling out from the backseat and onto the lawn, their mother retracting her fangs before smiling at Sheila.
Sheila wasn't very good at finding Lanecea a female friend, but Lani was a gracious queen, swallowing her terror as she approached the children.
"Welcome. I'm Lanecea. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too," the girl seemed to struggle to maintain a human form, her furry ears protruding from her hair as she swished her tail nervously. "I'm Cheya."
Lanecea twisted her fingers together not entirely sure what to do with this creature, but could feel her mother's eyes boring holes through her back.
"Would you like some ice cream? We have butterscotch ripple - it's my dad's favorite. I hope you like it. Then, if you like, I can show you the cows. They are my favorite."
