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Vampire Queen

Vampire Queen

Only one woman can have Bree's fiancee.

Lugging my suitcase back into my apartment that Monday night, I immediately noticed something different. The air had a smoky screen within in it, coupled with a warmth they tried to emanate to make victims feel comfortable. One of them was here.

I changed my thoughts to the first thing I could think of — work. Trying to act normal, I flipped on the light switch. Only the light didn’t come on. Great. Moving toward the kitchen cabinets for some spare bulbs, I flipped those switches up. Those lights didn’t come on either. What the hell? I turned around to go look for a breaker box, and I saw strange boots in front of my leather chair. Tall, black suede stretched upward, to a pair of fishnet legs.

My heart leapt through my throat.

A beautiful, bronzed face whipped into the single sliver of light, cast from between the blinds. Dark, long black hair cascaded down a red trench coat. Glowing yellow eyes looked at me.

“Hello, Bree,” the beautiful vixen spoke. “Come sit at my knee.”

Just as a scared person would do, I gave her what she wanted. I let the thought cross my mind of whether to scream, run or go for my phone. 

Just as I expected, she read my thoughts. “You don’t want to do that. Come.”

“Who are you? And why are you in my house?” I asked, making my voice sound stupid.

“Someone you don’t want to piss off.”

Very slow, I walked over to her, and sank to my knees. With sharp-edged metallic fingernails, she reached out and ran her her nail along my face. Moving it down my cheek, along my jaw, she pushed the pointed metal of her cat nail into my flesh, stopping it at my throat.

“Hm,” she purred. “Delano’s little kitten.”

Even with my heart clanging against my ribs, I forced my thoughts to think only what a terrified person would. Nothing of trainings, spying, contacting Adam or Bharka.

She popped off the buttons on my wool coat and tore it open, then ran the knifelike metal nail down my silk shirt, tearing it while slicing downward. She slashed through my lace bra, exposing my breasts and scraping my skin. Pressing her nail into my nipple, I could tell she enjoyed the thrill of watching me squirm and await her next move.

“Delano loves you so much.”

“His name is Delaney,” I corrected her.

“It doesn’t matter what you call him. He’s your ex-fiancee. And my future husband.” 

“He’s still my fiancee.” I couldn’t help myself.

She slid to the edge of my chair, and opened her legs. 

“We’ll see about that.”

Throwing her trench coat open, just enough light hit the chair that I saw her bare, wet pinkness shining in the moonlight. I swallowed. She reached down and twirled her sharp metal nail inside her vagina opening, scooping out some of her juice. Then she slid her creamy nail in my mouth, gliding her pussy cum across my tongue, letting it drip over my lip. “If you want to stay alive, you’ll do as I say. You work for me now.”

Sliding her tongue out, she licked her lips. She cocked her head to the side, inspecting me like I was prey. Her vampire eyes flared. Her nail pressed against my jugular once more, she pushed my neck downward, toward her glistening pussy. 


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