Unbreakable Eternal Curse

Adventurous Love in New Orleans

The sky was ominous black filled with enthusiastic bats shrilling and their wings flapping out of the cave and the lively wolves howling at the glorious moon. The signs of bad omens were clearly visible to everyone now. Taking advantage of such signs, a dark shadow moves back and forth excitedly--rapidly chants the magical enchantments. With each verse the liquid filled in the cauldron starting bubbling & emitting hissing sound.

She has returned to her home with the sole purpose of vengeance. It was against her dear old enemy on whom she wishes nothing but a handful of miseries & plagues. The witch-vampire hybrid who banished her from New Orleans and left her forsaken to own lonely and clan less state.

This is her moment to seize the beautiful city jam-packed with a vibrant live music scene, delicious cuisine and home to all kinds of supernatural.

Aneira Blade born from the powerful line of witches was killed by a hybrid. Her ancestors made her a laughing stock, tormented Aneira by reanimating from the dead. At the stroke of midnight, the piercing pain of the blade into her heart awakens -- her mortality fades away while her soul descends back to her ancestors.

This time she will exact her revenge by seducing and killing Willows River's best friend. Finally, her powerful Necromancer skills will dominate and the throne of New Orleans will be under her reign.

Looking up at her reflection in the mirror, she is aware of Elijah's type and luckily, she found the perfect to be trapped under her claws. The death of Willow's dearest friend will be Aneira's ultimate triumph.

Elijah William, loyal and trustworthy friend of Willow, shall be hers to play. He will be very useful to her carefully planned fun game. Elijah the werewolf alpha of the New Orleans pack, yes--she will rule the city with an iron fist soon.

Dressed up in a low-cut black dress, her solid black eyes search for Elijah in the chaotic pub. Fortune favours the bold. Aneira found the oblivious werewolf a few feet away from her.

Bingo! Let's begin the chase.

Her four inches cherry red heels clattered on the dance floor. She smoothly sailed toward the bar, gracefully took the seat next to Elijah.

Elijah glanced at the mysterious woman beside him and was completely taken by her dusky glittering skin which stretched over her perfect curvy body. Nevertheless, he didn't utter a single word to her for he is in no mood to entertain anybody. Bloody pack! Those testosterones filled idiots fighting over trivial things have left him enraged.

Wolves always fight over the territory led by the pack's alpha. Which exactly happened in Elijah's case, when an old pact between two packs was over, due to a silly feud that turned into a bloodthirsty war. Defeating the other alpha, now Elijah the sole alpha, rules over the whole population of werewolves in New Orleans. Now that his best friend Willow is on own mission, Elijah is left here in his own misery.

'Hi.' Aneira greeted Elijah sweetly and wore a winning smile on her face.

Elijah turned towards her, surprised by her voice which he shouldn't as all the women wanted to fall in his bed.

'Hey! May I help you with something'? Elijah asked nonchalantly but cringed internally at his tone. What is with this woman?

'Could you pass over the tissue? Mine is soaked with the drink.' Aneira politely asked him. Scanning carefully for any annoyance on her face, Elijah found none which he found quite interesting.

After a long pause of each other staring deeply into the eyes. He took her to the outside, exiting from the building then slammed her against the wall.

Aneira ripped open Elijah's shirt and pants, kissing every inch of his muscular chest down towards his rigid cock. He buried his hand in her black silky hair, pumping her mouth as she sucked his dick hungrily. Burying her nails deep in his ass, he vigorously fucked her mouth. The werewolf was so turned on that he didn't take a lot of time to spill hot seeds into her amazing mouth.

Aneira looked up seductively at Elijah, lick the last drop of his cum from her pout lips and smilingly wickedly at him, daring to fuck her now.

'Smile like Cheshire cat all you want but you, my lovely will soon be deep buried by my cock in that tight wet pussy.' Elijah promised with a look of determination shining brightly on his face.

'Is it? Then prove me right now that you are a real man and not a weak ass, who is scared to please a horny woman.' Aneira challenged him, taunting him with power play which any such alpha man will foolishly take that bait.

'I am a Grim Reaper. I always take what I have fated to me.' claimed Elijah

He lifted Aneira in his arms, slammed her body against the brick wall & positioned himself for entrance.

'And you my lusty witch, fills me desire to ravish you and make you plead me not to fuck you nonstop senselessly.' With this confession, he pushed his long thick cock into her hot wet pussy.

Aneira screamed out by this delicious assault to her pussy. Filling her tiny pussy with his bulging cock. She was completely lost in this sweet sensation, getting fuck in dark alley with sound bouncing off in the silent night. Elijah grabbed her neck, roughly kissed her mouth--Aneira responded enthusiastically and two kissed madly, drowning each other moans. Unable to control anymore, Elijah spanks her ass red as he pounded her pussy animalistic rage.

'Fuck Elijah. Stop it! Fuck you are hurting me!' cried Aneira

Elijah kept banging her without any ounce of sympathy. Holding Elijah's body tightly, waves of orgasm came crashing down on Aneira as a rag doll kept taking pounding to pussy in between the orgasms.

With the power surge deep inside Aneira, she pushed Elijah off her & pushed him down on the ground. Standing over him, Elijah couldn't take off his eyes from her beautiful naked body completed with the heels.

Pushing herself down on him, she took his full cock in her wet convulsing pussy, slowly riding him. Elijah was spellbound, unable to look away as her body moved fluidly, riding him slowly but forcefully and she pinching her nipples for more pleasure. Rake him with her nails from his long neck towards his torso, rapidly increasing the speed. She rode him wildly, screaming out his name as they both lost in each other's pleasures. Elijah gripped Aneira lush ass slammed deep into her, simultaneously being ridden by her. With the final shot, they came together--him spilling his hot cum into her pussy.

After they completely catch their breaths, Aneira pushes a dagger against his throat, smiling with evilness.

'What the fuck, Aneira?' grunted Elijah.

'Say hello to my dearest friend Willow River. That bitch took everything from me and you will help me to succeed in bringing her downfall.' Aneira with a determined look shining upon her face informed Elijah who looked confused and dejected.

'What? Why? Hell!' Elijah bellowed with rage burning in him as he couldn't believe that he felt for the bitch's charms.

'You are really good fuck. Now to fuck a girl towards her orgasm. Don't worry. I spell you to be my sex slave and my right-hand man. Your first mission will be to kill Willow.' Aneira spoke freely, not caring about the emotions colouring on Elijah's face. She was cherishing the moment of her first victory.

'No way, you, fucking witch! You will regret this.' Elijah swears and did his best not to bring his werewolf out for a play.

'Your friend killed me. As if that was not humiliating enough that I was tormented and cursed by my ancestors. Aniera yelled at him for her previous triumph was replaced with anguish and bitterness.

Elijah was completely taken by her and strangely he felt connected to her. He knew she was his true mate and with the final bond of unison, he can make her understand.

'Aniera, please don't do this. The magic won't work on me.' With this new realisation Elijah began to calm Aniera down and made her see the sense in her misplaced judgement.

'Why?' she wondered. Her grip on the blade was tight, fear coursing her vein as she felt the connection too.

'Because whether you accept or deny, I am your true mate.' replied Elijah imploring her to trust him for fate has woven their destiny together now. For what was lost had now founded each other.

He removed his hands from hers, surrendering himself to Aneira completely!