The Vampire King’s slave mate
After I was done taking care of Mary, I would destroy them all.
I moved my hand to get a better look at her wound, the smell of her blood increasing, it was intoxicating, I couldn’t resist the pull to take a taste, I brought my hand up to my mouth, and licked the blood, letting out a small groan at the taste, it was the best thing I had tasted in the millennia that I had been alive. The taste of her blood had to be one of small delicacies of this world. I felt Mary stiffen in my arms as she let out a small gasp. I looked down at her and noticed she’d opened up her eyes. Had she watched me, clean her blood off my hands, had she seen how much I enjoyed the way she tasted.
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