As Andrew beheld the unconscious form of Diana, a sense of urgency engulfed him, eradicating any semblance of hesitation. "No! I cannot afford to take any chances. Her life hangs in the balance, and there is no room for indecision," he declared resolutely."But—""I do not give a damn, Nirvana! Diana requires my assistance," Andrew interjected firmly. With determination etched across his features, he seized Diana's convulsing arm in both hands, his resolve unyielding. Pressing his fangs into the darkened vein, he began to draw out the Venom that threatened her life. As his mouth filled with the toxic substance, he expelled it forcefully, commencing the process anew. With each cycle, he withdrew just enough to expel the contaminated blood before recommencing the extraction, repeating the arduous procedure three times until the ominous tinge faded from Diana's veins, signaling the restoration of her vitality."Though I managed to extract most of the venom from her, there are still a few

Andrew's restraint shattered, discharging the bestial force that prowled beneath the predator's armor. She ground herself against him, meeting his rough spasms with frantic enthusiasm. Her legs were throbbing, a blind searing heat pulsing through her, building and twisting back on itself. She dug her fingers into the sheets, shivering as her body contracted, exploding in a wave of pure ecstasy all over again.“Oh, I love you so much,” Diana cried out, the aftershocks cradling her.She poured out her powerful enchantment towards him, owning him. She shared her feelings, her passions, and her emotions—she opened up everything to him and bared herself. It was just her—unfiltered and unshielded. He’d seen her without her clothes, but he’d never truly seen her exposed, stripped of everything. She showed him every mystery, every dark corner of her psyche and essence, giving him all that she had and him to her. That was the power of mating. There was nothing better than this—nothing more int

Nirvana wore a golden lacy petticoat and a pair of artfully plaited and braided hairstyles, which Diana knew were extremely popular during this period; her high forehead and plucked eyebrows added to her nobility.Checking herself, Diana was suddenly conscious of her hair, which was slightly dishevelled in an unstylish, purposeful manner. It made her look casual and approachable, like someone someone could trust, but compared to this high witch, she looks rather ordinary. The witch was stunning in the way that she looked like a goddess. "Wow, you have a lovely place, Nirvana."“I’m glad it amuses you, Diana, dear,” Nirvanahe let out with a bow towards Andrew. She continued to smile, waiting, her eyes glinting with pleasure.Andrew had the sinking apprehension that she knew precisely what they were going to say. Maybe she did. Nirvana was powerful, after all. Andrew and Diana have been blocking their thoughts, but they weren't sure if Jenna and Tommy could do the same. He had always be

Taking a deep breath, Knight Ambrose pushed the floral, filthy curtain aside and arrived at the witch's shelter. Inside was dimly candlelit, the air thick with incense and drying herbs, but Knight Ambrose could notice little more than the pair of emerald eyes inches before his own. Lips pressed to his in an incredible kiss, and then she withdrew as much as was possible within the small expanse, placing a table strewn with silver curiosities between them. A young witch she was, still with the sweetness of girlhood yet stepping with confidence into the shoes of womanhood. His Nirvana, a silver-long-haired maiden, was sweet and beautiful. With her long flower petticoat, she became a beacon of light in this tiny place. 'Beautiful' indeed she was, that spark in her eye, the one that says she was up for an adventure. Extraordinary and elegant was her heart, the one that loves so deeply and cares so much for others. Gorgeous was how she was born, and with her coven and human friends standing

Her father looked sternly at the men, "How many times have I told you that with women it is satisfactory to affirm your superiority over them gradually. If you threaten them, your entertainment with them is consistently dissatisfying. Isn't it better to have a voluntary prey than an unresponsive lump of wood?"The chief gazed immodestly at her mother, licking his lips absently. Unexpectedly he returned from his contemplations and seemed settled on a course of action.The chief regarded the lovely wife in front of him. Her ginger blonde hair reached below her shoulders and her simple dress did nothing to hide her well-developed breasts that jutted provocatively, tightly sprawling the delicate material of her coat that had been somewhat yanked from her shoulders. His eyes fixed on her slender white legs revealed graciously by his oversight underlings and traveled them from her generously turned ankles to the covered womanhood. Though her mound was hidden by subtle undergarments, the rip