Chills of fear and hunger ran through Amelia’s body. The hunters had been brought into this. Hunters were cruel and ruthless men that were both feared and respected. Raised from youth to be elite killers, the hunters bore no emotions. The only thing that they knew was to kill or be killed.
If the hunters were being enlisted to take care of Amelia, that meant that there was no possibility of her making it out of this alive.
Feeling a sob build within her, Amelia curled in on herself even more. Fresh tears began to well up in her eyes before spilling down her cheeks as she gasped for air.
"Crying will get you nowhere."
Startled, Amelia lifted her head to see who had spoken. One of the guards that had locked her away had returned, and the look he wore was one that sent fear racing through Amelia’s veins.
"I’ve brought you company." The guard smirked as he motioned for someone to come forward.
The sound of heavy boots thumping on the ground echoed around the area, bouncing off the walls of Amelia’s cell.
"This is her Lord Albert." The guard announced, shooting a look of hunger at Amelia. "Don’t let her look of innocence fool you."
Crawling slightly forward Amelia kept her gaze fixed on the one called Albert as he began to come into view. He easily blocked out the guard with his height and physique as he took his place in front of Amelia’s cell.
"A beautiful face?" As he asked his question, his full lips twitched into a frown. "Though you may fool others, I’m not so naive. ‘Tis a pity you’re a whore."
Startled by Albert’s words, Amelia lifted her eyes to meet his. As she remained frozen in place, she could only feel her heart freezing by the cold and indifferent look Albert’s grey eyes gave her.
"I’m not…" She whispered as desperation began to consume her.
"What was that?" Albert asked, leaning forward.
As he approached, candle light lit up his face. Caught off guard, Amelia couldn’t help but find herself appreciating his rugged looks.
Being stuck in a convent, Amelia never truly had the opportunity to interact with men aside from the priests, but they were old. This man standing in front of her wasn’t old and he was quite striking. His grey gaze, which was still fixed on her green one, held a look of ice-cold contempt towards her. His face, which seemed to have not been shaved in quite a few days, was very tan and well defined. Even the long scar that began just above his left eye and extended down to his cheek couldn’t mar his good looks.
His long black hair that held streaks of blond hung down in messy waves around his face, defining his chiseled cheekbones and chin even more.
His white shirt and brown leather vest hugged his broad chest, revealing the well-defined pecks that lay underneath. Even his brown pants hugged his well-built legs.
Trailing her eyes down his body, Amelia couldn’t help but feel the familiar thirst and hunger that she had begun to become accustomed to build up. Even though Albert should clearly have her terrified, she couldn’t stop the growing attraction she felt towards him.
"Stared enough?" Albert asked, seeming amused. “Now, why in the world would a Succubus mingle with nuns?”
Feeling the slightest glimmer of hope, Amelia reached out grabbing Albert’s hand only for him to shake her off in disgust.
Eyes widening Amelia looked to her palm, where she had touched Albert only moments before still tingled sending little shocks of electricity through her. She could also suddenly smell fresh earth and smoke. Was this Albert she was smelling? And why did just the touch of his skin affect her so?
“Please, let me go.” Amelia whispered, meeting Albert’s gaze.
“You can drop the act Succubus.” As Albert spoke his look of disgust deepened. It was perfectly clear that he found her to be repulsive.
Heart dropping Amelia tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. No amount of tears would change what she had done earlier in the evening.
Immediately her thoughts roamed back to what had happened with Sister Rosario in the chapel. Guilt and disgust towards her actions began to build within her once more. Filled with shame, Amelia quickly averted her gaze.
"Feeling ashamed now?" Eyes flashing, Albert allowed his lips to turn up in a triumphant smile as a chuckle escaped him. "Then you should understand why you need to die, correct?"
Die, Amelia let the word sink in as she looked at Albert once more.
“Why should I die?” Amelia asked, voice shaking. “I’ve never hurt a soul.”
Tilting his head back, Albert allowed a bellowing laugh to escape him.
“If you’re human, how about you play a game with me?” Albert asked as a crooked smile began to form on his face..
Looking at the guard that stood silently watching, Albert held out a hand. Seeming to understand his meaning, the guard shoved his hand in his pocket before pulling out a set of keys that he easily handed over to Albert.
"You may leave now." Albert said, waving the guard off. "I can take it from here.”
Once alone Albert reached behind him pulling something out from his pants and presenting it to Amelia.
“Do you know what this whip is used for?” Albert asked, eyeing Amelia.
“No,” Amelia responded, shaking her head.
“This whip is used on Succubi.” Albert explained beaming. “It will only hurt if you are in fact a Succubus, but if you’re not a monster as you claim then you should be fine.”
To prove his point Albert held out an arm, lifting the whip he allowed it to slam down on his skin. Where it touched remained unmark as if nothing had hit it in the first place.
“See.”
Moving forward Albert lifted the whip and allowed it to slam down on Amelia’s back. Letting out a scream Amelia curled in on herself as searing pain raced through her. Not satisfied with the one lash, Albert continued to crack the whip against Amelia’s skin again and again. Each time it would connect he would let out a pleasure filled laugh at the pain he was inflicting.
“P-pl…” Amelia gasped as Albert continued to whip her. “S-sto…”
Laughing Albert let the whiplash against Amelia’s skin once more stopping any and all pleas that may have followed. It was only when Amelia laid unmoving on the ground that he finally stopped.
“Do you have any more excuses in you?”
As Albert spoke he took in Amelia’s beaten and bloodied form on the ground. Her once pure white nun’s outfit was now slashed to pieces and stained red with her blood. Deep gashes could be seen sizzling along her skin. Just her mere state proved once and for all that she was indeed a Succubus.
“Please…” Amelia whispered as something within her snapped.
Lifting her head, she allowed her eyes to trail to Albert’s. A gasp escaped him as his grey gaze locked with Amelia’s green one.
Gone was the innocent and naive nun that had been before him moments before and now in her place was a dazzling being that immediately took his breath away.
“I’m hungry.” She whispered as she lifted herself from the ground and made her way towards a now dazzled and confused Albert. “Please feed me.”
When Amelia arrives back at the Nomads domain, there is a lot of fussing going on, and all of it is coming from the cabin that Albert was being kept in. Gasping, she rushes forward and barges into the cabin to find that Victoria is hovering over the hunter with a knife at his throat.“Where is she?” She hisses, pressing the blade against his skin enough to draw blood. “Tell me where you’ve taken Amelia!”“I told you I haven’t done anything!” Albert growls before his eyes snap to Amelia. “She’s right fucking there!”As he speaks, Victoria’s eyes slowly pull away from the hunter’s face and come to rest on Amelia’s. However, they don’t stay there long before they’re traveling to her neck, and a look of fury crosses her face.“You went to see that wolf bastard?” She roars, pressing her knife harder against Albert’s throat so that a grunt of pain escapes him. “What the fuck were you thinking?”“First,” Amelia says, taking a tentative step forward. “Move your weapon.”“Why?” Victoria asks,
The next morning, Clarence woke up to Amelia’s scent, but when he turned over, half expecting her to be in bed with him, he found that the space beside him was empty and cold.“Fuck,” he growled, looking down at his bare body. “What the actual fuck happened?”Sitting up, he looked around his tent, taking in all the empty beer bottles that covered the floor, and realized that he had drank too much.“Must have been from the alcohol,” he grumbled, getting up and throwing on some clothes. “There’s no fucking way she would be stupid enough to come here anyway.”Deciding that he was simply yearning for her in his delirious state, he began to exit his tent, only to stop as Nadia came rushing in.“Alpha!” She gasped, her wide eyes taking in the space around him. “There…”“There what?” Clarence snapped. “What the hell is it so fucking early?”“There has been a death.”“Death?” He roared, storming past Nadia and out onto the grounds to take in the group that stood around something, or rather, s
The room around Clarence swayed as he brought his fourth, or maybe fifth, bottle to his lips. Downing its contents, he throws it against the ground and then slumps onto his bed."Fuck!" he growled, throwing his arm over his eyes as if it would stop the fucking spins. “What the hell?"So far, no one had managed to find a single trace of Amelia, and despite knowing he shouldn’t give two shits if she was dead or alive, Clarence couldn’t stop the torrent of emotions in his body.‘Mate,’ Griffin whimpered, causing Clarence’s frustration to grow more. ‘Find her.’‘She isn’t our fucking mate!’That’s right. She wasn’t Clarence’s fucking mate. She was a damn succubus that tricked him with her powers, and that was why he couldn’t stop the attraction he felt toward her.‘But her abilities were blocked,’ Griffin counters, showing Clarence a picture of the ring that Amelia always wore. ‘She was sincere.’Sincere. There was nothing sincere about a fucking succubus. They were evil, and they pretend
Soft moans of delight escape Bryllie’s lips as Amelia’s tongue swirls around her nipple and her teeth nip at it.“Amelia,” she whispered, wrapping her hand in Amelia’s long strawberry hair.“What is it, beautiful?” Amelia purred, lifting her glazed gaze to meet Bryllie’s. “You aren’t wanting me to stop, are you?”“No,” Bryllie whimpered, caressing her head. “I want you to do more.”As she speaks, Bryllie’s skin flushes ever so slightly from the embarrassment of admitting her deepest desire. If only Amelia knew just how Bryllie felt for her from the minute she laid eyes on her there in the woods tied to that tree.Since then, she had been watching her while she made mistake after mistake, and when she decided to go to that wolf, it was a harsh blow. And although Bryllie had made him promise to take proper care of Amelia, he still fucked up, and after that, she couldn’t possibly let another soul hurt the woman she loved.“Make love to me,” Bryllie continued. “Make me feel like I’m the o
“Are you sure?”Jimin’s words leave his lips slowly as he continues Amelia’s request. Was she sure? Of course, she was sure of this.She had the entire kingdom of Vi after her, and if she didn’t learn to fight and hone in on her succubus abilities, she would be nothing more than a sitting duck.“I don’t want others to continue to get hurt because of me,” she said slowly. “I want to be able to not only protect myself but also those I care about.”Right. This was what she wanted. She couldn’t continue to be that weak girl who grew up in the convent. That girl was gone, and she would never return.“We can easily handle things,” Jimin pointed out, not quite budging. “You really don’t…”“I do,” Amelia countered, cutting him off before he could continue. “This isn’t only for those around me; this is for me. I’ve been weak my entire life and accepted things as they were because I was led to believe that it was the way of our goddess, but how can I possibly continue to trust in the plan of an
The world around Amelia faded in and out as she tried to get her bearings. How much time had passed since she came out here to clear her head? How much time did it take for her other self to completely combine with her current self?‘How do you feel?’Feel… That was an interesting question, given that she didn’t feel anything.Frowning, Amelia lifted her hands and examined them as if they were foreign to her, but they were her own. The same slender fingers, the same pale skin lightly peppered with freckles. She was still her, but she didn’t feel like her.‘Fine, I think,’ Amelia responded, slowly getting to her feet. ‘I just feel... nothing.’‘No pain?’ her succubus self purred. ‘Has all the heartache that bastard werewolf caused you disappeared?’‘Yeah.’If she truly thought about it, all her heartache was gone, as was the confusion she felt in regards to the hunter and the odd memory she found.‘Then you should head back to camp and face that damned bastard Albert.’Not seeing any r