Blood Lust

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( Ablando's POV )

I was bedazzled by her hypnotic icy blue eyes. Aside from my mother, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. She had the softest porcelain skin , that almost melted upon my touch. Her curves were sculpted in the right places and this seductress was called Marisol. Marisol had this special effect on me and my member, she lit us up and sparked us with joy. She was the elixir that I craved immensely. She said she needed me. She said that she wanted me because only I could give her something that no one could, not even in a million years. She said that something raced like wild stallions in my blood and that something would give her the power to rise above all. Every night she would entice me into her bed chambers and ordered me to make love to her sweet, sweet body. My hands would automatically reach for her love handles and pull her towards my naked frame. However, on the night when the full moon would bloom into the pitch dark night, she would carve my body with tattoos that left scars of Latin writings and symbols. Marisol made me stare at her beautiful, sapphire eyes and would start carving patterns. It used to hurt but her eyes held something, something that took the pain away . She would  whisper lustful things into my ears and I would fall into her trap.

* flashback to 1810*

Marisol Brezhnev, was born into a household surrounded by poverty. She was the only child blessed to Alma and Tobias Brezhnev. When she was handed to Tobias, he cried that instant, not because he was ecstatic for the birth of Marisol, but at the fact that she was born the wrong gender. He cried because she wouldn't be able to help them when their bones would ache and blood would shed for crumbs of bread. He cried because he'd have to work harder and produce a dowry to wed her off to a mediocre. However, one thing he was very proud of, was how beautiful she had been. Sapphire blue eyes with midnight black hair and creamy white skin. This assured him that if she wasnt as unlucky as her folks, she could be sold or leased off to a popular  brothel. That day he had lost something he held dearly too, he had lost his dream of a son and that was a bitter sip he had to swallow for the rest of his existence. This is how the blue eyed beauty gained her name , Marisol. She wasn't bitter as her name would suggest, she was the happiest baby Alma had ever seen. You know, there's a proverb that says "circumstances alter people" and with that , Marisol's smile was ripped off of her face. At the young age of 14, when Marisol had bled for the very first time, Tobias had leased her off to the most popular brothel , ran by 'The Devils Advocate' ,in Consuegra, Spain. For every night she would spend pleasuring men, Tobias and Alma would get a hundred and ninety Pesetas. That was a enough of money for Tobias to occasionally skip work. As Marisol grew, she hated the fact that she had to sell her body to feed her family and she prayed hard to the old and the new gods for some sort of miracle that would get her out of this business of unwanted adultery.

*End of flashback*

On a sunny afternoon , Marisol stood in front of a mirror , admiring how her breasts were shaped like teardrops and how her love handles popped out and how her legs never ended. When an abrupt knock on the door shook her out of the admiration zone she'd been lost in, her neck snapped towards the door with eager eyes. In came Lord Ablando, he was so elegant and stood at 6'4, with the brownest orbs and the rosiest lips. He oozed arrogance but otherwise looked divine.

"You must be Marisol Tobias, I have heard plenty about you from friends and foes. They say you're the best  and you can make men bow down to you. Is that true, lass?" These hurtful words rolled out of his pretty mouth. Marisol winced at his words. They were like a compliment coated in shattered glass and she had to swallow because this was her bitter reality.

Marisol held on to her robe rigidly and with small strides made her way towards Lord Ablando. Her hips swayed right to left and left to right. And in that moment Ablando fell in love with her sinful body. He was sure the gods themselves had carved her and took their sweet sweet time in doing so. Standing just a few centimeters from Ablando, Marisol loosened the grip on her robe and let the silk robe cascade down her buttery skin.

All Ablando could think of was how mouthwatering her body was, and how he would have his way with her. His arms snaked around her petite waist and nibbled on her neck hitting the perfect spot, sending her into an euphoric ecstasy. 

"If only I could..." said Ablando before giving her a long hard look and was cut off by the way her fingers fidgeted.

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