Blood Of 1000 Virgins Novels & Stories

Her fingers moved with surgical precision as she cross-referenced the magical signatures of the arriving dignitaries. "The Vampiric Houses of Venice are bringing a 'blood-gift,'" she said, her voice like cold silk. "I’ve already informed them that any liquid entering the Geneva perimeter will be scanned for 'Frequency-Pathogens.' Virex, I need your people in the kitchens. If a single drop of tainted essence reaches that altar, the 'Human Sovereignty' rioters will have the footage they need to start a holy war."

ALLYSSA'S POINT OF VIEW I sat in that luxurious chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the pristine carpeted floor. The contrast between this opulence and the filth of the basement I had just left almost made me dizzy. My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three.

“Of course that’s true, Dear... One of my three daughters-in-law, our Princess Sumico, has figured it out, has found out the quintessential truth lying behind that famous urban-legend and so-called ‘myth’...” “But for all these times most of the virgin demons in this realm have been trying and trying giving their three drops of blood to their men, but it’s never worked out well.” “Therefore, don’t give it when you were still virgin, Dear... That’s the quintessential hint hidden behind the famous urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’...” blabbered Queen Miranda taking her deep pride. “Wow... This is news to me... I haven’t known this before... So, you mean we have to give our three drops of blood

I turn to the others, searching their looks for an ounce of understanding. “Just that. Through my arrogance... through my stupidity... through my inability to communicate other than through violence and control... I failed to show him that love. » I turn back to Alaya, my tone hardening slightly. " It's true. I bought your virginity. » The word is dropped, raw, brutal. “That was what interested me. The fact that you're a virgin. Pure. Untouched. » I stare at her intently. “If you hadn't been a virgin, I never would have chosen you. Never. »

After much petitioning, he was finally granted it. When he reached the village just below the castle, he was horrified by the stories that were told to him. After much searching and digging of information, he was finally able to discover the fate of his one true love. She’d joined the ranks of hundreds of other virgin women and become the victim of the cruelty of the Bloody Countess. She’d become the victim of her own mistress, Countess Bethany; a woman who was obsessed with youth and beauty and drained the blood of young virgins for drinking and bathing because she believed that this would prevent her from losing her all too precious youthful appearance.

She smiled, “I asked the same thing. Apparently, they grew suspicious because of the large number of men asking for their marriage to be annulled, saying that their wife had not shed virgin blood despite the women claiming that they were untouched before their wedding. Sometimes even girls who had been in an abbey since birth did not bleed. They did some tests, but the nuns wouldn’t say what those were and found that only about half of virgins actually bleed on their first coupling. Since men in England so prize that blood they instruct sequestered girls, such as myself, how to ensure it will happen. That way fathers who want to ensure their daughters bleed on their nuptial bed will pay to h

The widow, seizing the moment, fixed her gaze on mine, her voice firm with resolve, "Mr. Xander, I demand $10,000 for every pint of my blood, once every two months!" ‘Hell no!’ “I'm not sure if I need your blood since you are so old, but,” I countered, my voice steady and resolute, "You can't expect the same rate. Aurora's blood is unique; she's a virgin. Virgin blood has special properties. For yours, I'll offer $1,000 a pint. And $5,000 if you're a virgin. Are you a virgin?” The widow, her face twisted with disbelief at my audacity, pressed the shotgun barrel even closer, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "Then make it $9,000," she demanded, unrelenting.

This is a woman and may have bid because she sympathies with my plight and wishes to free me afterwards, Diana thought to herself, and even if she is a lesbian, she cannot possibly be as bad as these lecherous men. "That is Madam Vera", Faustina's voice again, with a slight chuckle. "Do not feel relief just yet", she warned ."She is rumoured to have a hobby of taking advantage of young virgins and you happen to be one. It is said she jerks off by thrusting wide pokes into the vagina of the girls and does not care for their tears or screams. In fact, the louder, the better! Also, to keep her ever young, she drinks the blood of these young girls. It is a satanic ritual of sorts".