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Starts as a Vampiress, Ends into a Villainess

Our protagonist is a vampiress that has everything, that all would envy. As she matures, Men after men, after men, they all are in constant turmoil with one another for her hand in marriage. Will she be able to pick one? Marry the 'one' the love of her life in a living in a simple life filled with contentment or will she succumb to greed as a Villainess and be the seductress they all love, to have handsome guys in her beck-and-call wrapped around her finger? ************************************************* 3RD PLACE | BRONZE WINNER WPC# 219 | MARY SUE *************************************************

authortinnnnn · Fantasy
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13 Chs

Chapter 4

Because of her transforming magic of the necklace that she bought from the vendor, it was like a ray a shard of the brilliance of precious pink champagne emerald that shone its magnificence like the luster that it is it had more value to it than what the old vendor priced it for in which none was knowledgeable to even conceive and nothing more would admire to value if they knew it would hike up even more to an unaffordable price to even get in the first place but nothing more. We continue on with the story of how it came to be. So on and so forth...

And little did I knew it had magic. The necklace around my collarbone paired up with my favorite velvety pitch charcoal black choker.

I was curious about my first servant since yes he was his first and it wasn't because of not having one but not having a companion. A friend is an understatement to me cause it can mean many things that may impose on something else like a business partner of my father who negotiates with other clans for an army and power to rule over all or something like that or even fake one like the fake two-faced one that who will only be nice to me in exchange of something in procession like a trade. It was cruel and hard and full of contempt and traitors that I became used to it by now.

As he was used to being treat as a slave and eating by the floor he was used to it by now and you can see it in his pain the memories of his slavery come as flashbacks that never left him in the first place it left an untenable scar that will never fade not can he take the skin that was torn from his flesh to his fresh wounds for brutal beatings as the pain that he suffered was no amount that he can hold as blotches of tears and snort came out from his nose and eyes. The young mistress was in deep distress and a tear fell off like the pain was hers to endure.

I did something else. To let the feeling of despair disappear from my mentality. I loathe being unhappy without reason to be. " Stop weeping on clean carpets!" I yelled, " Why must you act like the pain is always in the present and not go on!" She continued her actions are what a stone's the servant that it made his spirits rise even momentarily so that he can stop reminding of it. Whatever happened, he was in no control of his fate. Until her. His new master the little mistress.

I let the servant leave them. " Leave us, Leanne" as the servant bowed her head in submission to her command not being stubborn as the mistress. 'What shall I do with 'him'' she thought of the possibilities that other masters do and the ring that was provided. But then again she hates dirt. Filth. The most in its most gruesome and disgusting form. So being the master that she is she ordered him to use the ring but she wouldn't budge instead he resisted because his master is u intimidating to be threatened and most likely that he can beat her and escape like the ruffian that he is.

As he was head to head with his master 'What' I whispered and not flinching frightened as I remembered the time at the market. I still do not know him by far and controlling him was still a task I have yet to master in my years when I'm mature looking as superiority is one of the key points to being a vampiress that is heir to my dear father's throne since females are as rare as a treasure in a chest that is scarce and very few to complete and procreate our race.

And she looked at him closely and blushed he was just dirty but he had a face a handsome a potential to rival amongst the courtesy and suitors like that prince. What's his name?/ again? Hayden? Cayden. I never thought that boys would be in my mind in these millennia the absurdity of events. I am a conclusive lady and the whereabouts are still a mystery to me and I may never implore them even if I am to be rumored by my maids before I am bound to tell my dearest father my new haggle I cannot afford to be in slumber again I just woke up only to be in hibernation in. Unacceptable. I won't allow it.

I pushed him to the comfort room. What a young mistress I am. As the carpet moves, he was like a stubborn pet that doesn't like baths or rather a moose trying to attract a mate by covering itself in mud to find a mate at least in context of what I studied it least the confinements have left me to put my mind into wonder into a fantasy of my making. I put myself in the protagonist's shoes and go on an adventure of a new persona far from my own and explore differences from here to the book itself.

I took a bath with him the magic turned us into adults

Lust. I wasn't as reactive as I was. I was nervous and vulnerable to everything around me when I saw him starting ogling at me I was wet. Dripping wet.

I can see his hard member just erect and ready to pound me. But as mistress I now control him. I move my breasts to pleasure his member as it and salivate it and his eyes devouring me like I was a treat a prey to a predator kind of scenario. His schlong resonates with his moans as he continues and cums at my pale face. As he passes out and we turn back to normal. I caress his damp face to his locks as he rested, and I soon followed.