The Vampire & His Nymph | Midnight Cravings Series

• C H A P T E R - II •

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Maya crossed the seashore hauling her worn body into the forest.

Leaning on one of the old cedar trees she tried to catch her breathing only to discover it was coming in heavy pants. She turned back to look at the sea. Not a sight of the ship nor any demon following her trail. But she couldn't stop here. Not anymore.

She had to find a place to keep her warm even if it was for a short while. A cave would suffice on this isolated Island. Her powers were draining. She needed time to heal. And food. But for that first, she needed a place to shelter from the rain.

She had survived on berries before. She was certain there would be a rabbit or a deer. She could burn a fire with a little amount of power left in her. However, a cave first. Also, she needed warm clothes. She could dry her clothes once she regained her powers. But the chance of that seemed like searching for a needle in the hay.

She looked down at herself. The old white window curtain was clinging to her body like a second skin. There was no barrier. Her breasts were practically on display. Hell, her entire body was on display. She had snatched it from the master's chamber and had torn it into two pieces. One she sewed a long skirt drapping the curtain twice with needle and thread she had found in one of the cabins on the ship. The other half she covered her upper body in a crisscross fashion. A firm knot twisted at the back. She had kept the clothes hidden from the master's eyes. Now she regretted her choice of clothing. Maybe she should have picked a darker colour. At least that would have hidden her nudity. Still better than nothing. After all, what choice did she have?

For two centuries she couldn't remember wearing a fine piece of clothing. Either she was naked or a rug covered her while she slept. The only time she wore clothes was when they were not on the ship. Her Master never made deals on the ground. Sometimes there was no rug to cover her. Her master enjoyed seeing her naked. But he had never touched her. For, he knew she was powerful. Look what she had done to the ship they were in.

Maya threw a glance over her shoulder satisfied with no followers.

Maya had waited long for the opportunity to strike. She was captured in the Himalayas two centuries ago when she was simply enjoying being the nymph. Since then her master had kept her under control. She had travelled across the globe but was never free. Now, she was in Mexico. Maya had learned to read and write by herself. She knew several languages from across the globe.

Once she had managed to escape, but she had been caught and the punishment that followed made her shiver to the bone even today. Some of which remained as evident on her body.
So, she had told herself to be patient. She had put on an explicit show for her master's clients so her master could make more money. She had danced naked in front of them and had let them touch her. But no one ever dared to take her purity. Those were the rules. They could touch her but none were allowed to claim her or her body. So she remained pure.
A virgin.
A deep part of her was eased for that. If she didn't let them touch her, then punishments were severe.

What she didn't like was the way Master looked at her.
Like he wanted her.
Yes, the sick bastard wanted her. But he was no fool to take her, to claim her as his own. After all, this was business and her powers scared him. Yet, controlling her with the medallion that made her powerless he allowed his clients to touch her. A part of her was relieved for that. The sick bastard would tell her to lay naked while he took other women imagining her.

The thought of it made her sick and acid rose her throat. Her knees buckled giving away her weight. She fell on the ground heaving the acidic contents from her belly onto the ground. She heaved more and panted. Cupping her hands in prayer she collected the rainwater in her trembling palm gulping it to rinse her mouth to get rid of the foul acidity. Once she felt no taste of the bile she stood on shaky legs and resumed walking.

Her bad days were gone now. Deep in the sea with the sunken ship. Yet, medallion remained in her neck dangling between the valley of her breasts. It glowed a faint green. It was the master's one of the prized possessions. Yet, somehow the medallion has protected her from Master raping her the first time. He had burned his hand in the process since then he never touched her; just controlled her. Seeing the opportunity she had finally seized the chance to grab the medallion and caused havoc. She confided to herself she hadn't sinned. She simply fought for her freedom.

Swallowing the lump clogging in her throat she gritted her teeth from chattering from cold and kept on walking. The pebbles and sticks stuck to her barefoot leaving blood traces. She prayed her blood didn't attract wild animals.

Her night vision was perfect but now it was draining. She begged the heavens that she could find shelter.

Pushing away the thick raven hair that stuck on her face Maya pushed her feet to walk. She wrapped her arms around her slender waist from the cold.

Suddenly Maya came to an abrupt halt. Maybe she was hallucinating.
It must be an illusion.
Or a trick.
She blinked hard.
Yes, it was not an illusion.

Relief flooded her when her weak sight caught on the faint light illuminating the glass windows of the cabin.

A new hope surged in her veins and her blood rushed in her ears. She felt her heart pounding with the desire to fly out of the rib cage. Maya took hasty steps towards the cabin. She now hoped for the heavens the owner could shelter her.

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Do tell your thoughts about Maya.
This is a smutty steamy exotica.
Expect some hot actions in the upcoming chapters
Until then
Xoxo
-Diana