Lady Dimitrescu Genderbent Novels & Stories

Demitri As I switch places with Lucas, I slide deep into her, feeling her body cling to me with an intensity that sends a shiver through every inch of my being. She whimpers softly, her voice thick with need, and I can feel her trembling, fully surrendered to the moment. I try to stay focused, to ignore the flood of thoughts swirling in my mind. It’s a shift I didn’t expect—to see her transform from the stubborn, rebellious woman who resisted every command to someone craving approval, relishing in being good.

"That won't be necessary, I will just have to endure this until I get back to civilization." "That's it, Dimitri, you will be respectful of our host. We are guests here," I warned. "You are so right. My apologies, Miss Imogen," he bowed and took the young witch's hand and placed a chaste kiss. She yanked her hand from Dimitri's grip. "Don't attempt to swoon me, vampire, I don't like sausages. I am an oyster and clam girl." "I beg your pardon, I do not understand." "I'm a lesbian," she deadpanned.