Eat Me
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Last published Sat, May 16, 2026
Driven by mortal fear, Ettie Emberveil sought immediate escape from her clan, as her pristine, untainted blood-a necessity for the Emberveil rituals-made her a prime target. In a desperate act of self-preservation, Ettie reversed her flight from danger and instead sought out a potent vampire, Morcres Kameron. She implored the formidable undead to marry her, believing his touch would tarnish her purity and thus nullify her value to her kin. Though the proposal was purely an agreement for protection, the cunning Morcres coyly demanded a service in return.
"I beg you, take me," Ettie pleaded, meeting his gaze.
With a sinister smile, Morcres challenged her, "What could a mortal like you offer a revenant such as myself?"
Hesitantly, Ettie looked down. "I prepare excellent cuisine," she murmured, then added in a near-whisper, "specifically, dishes made with human flesh."
Morcres paused, intrigued. "My palate favors blood. Something more?"
A flush of shyness crossed Ettie's cheeks. "I offer myself," she declared. "Consume my sweetness, feel my warmth, savor every part of me. I will serve you with complete devotion, entirely for your pleasure. Feast on me."
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