Her cold, beating heart
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  • Reads 1,840
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 1h 50m
Ongoing, First published Jan 16, 2024
Taking the newly trained hunter out for her first real world hunting experience, Eden was on edge, she'd had a bad feeling about this trip and had tried to convince the elders that today was not the day to bring an inexperienced hunter along. Unfortunately, her pleas fell on deaf ears. 

Finding themselves surrounded by vampires, the young recruit panics and tries to flee, as the groups lead hunter, Eden takes off after her only to find themselves captured by the queen's guards. Eden knows this will end one of two ways, personal blood slaves at the castle or off to the cattle House. Either way, the only certainty is death.

Rosalind, Queen of vampires. No one knows much about her, only that she's a ruthless leader. One thing that is certain, to become the queen's blood slave, is to die a horrible death. 

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Blood
smut
violence
manipulation
and more

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"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor.