Bite me, Twice
"What do you want, Little Witch?"
"I want you, My Prince. Whenever I'm alone, I think of how me made me feel... how changed I am because of you. I want you to take me again."
The Prince frowned. Then spat.
"What is your game? What do you hope to gain through such empty flattery?"
"There's no game," my pitch heightened, "I mean it honestly."
He shook his head.
"This does not happen." He stated flatly, his orange light blazing straight into my eyes. I stared back, unblinking. His light poured into my pupils, boring into my mind to seek my intent. For what seemed like an age neither one of us moved or spoke.
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