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Call Girl to a Vampyre

Series Complete! Thank you to all of my fans! I am happy you have chosen to enjoy the world I have created. Part Two of the series is now complete! Please be sure to stay tuned for new stories and content. **Trigger warning** This story contains references to non-consensual sex, sex work, Poly/Bisexual situations, mental-health issues, as well as depiction of self-harm and death. "My dreams seemed to pull me to you. Since I was a child, you were there, in my thoughts, protecting me, calming my fears. You were just a figment of my imagination until I saw you… and we made love for the first time… then you killed me." A fateful encounter with a vampyre changes Kavielle forever. Follow her journey to understand this magical connection to her would-be murderer, discovering love, and understanding if love really is pain... Kavielle wants to be able to forget her past and fall in love, but can she? Part 2 Finale now available! "My hands clawed at the dirt, not willing to wait for a shovel. This need for my answer was insatiable, and a bit of rain and dirt wouldn’t stop me. It couldn’t be her! A bit of cloth appeared in the pile, my heart clutching in my chest. I pulled at it, the cloth decomposed enough it ripped easily. A waft of stench overwhelmed my senses—it reeked of death and decay. Another round of sobs doubles me over, my hands still clawing manically at the dirt. Bits of debris stabbed under my nails; the soft flesh tearing, blood pouring from my hands. The mud caked to every part of me; I must have looked like a madwoman… But I had to know, was Madison really gone?" Kavielle pulled out of her self-made isolation and thrown back into the twisted, dark, world she had worked to get away from. Coming back to LA was the last thing she wanted to do, but sometimes, you have to pay a life debt to the people you love.

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Chapter 101: The reality of sex

The reality of sex

Kavielle POV

  Not being the type to 'listen', I usually take a dominant position. Not with Drew. He wouldn't allow it.

  And for some reason...

  That fucking set me on fire.

  I always made fun of women that got off on giving head; talking about their 'daddy problems', but I just got so turned on just now. Drew eagerly kissed me, not even bothered by having just shoved his cock down my throat, spurting all over. Why did this get me hotter? What came over me?

  His hands were gigantic, almost covering my whole ass as he lifted me up. He laid his head back on the couch, pulling me up to his face. He tugged at my pants, pulling them down a bit. I stood, pulling them down. He helped me take them off, tossing them carelessly to the side. He hastily yanked me back over his face, my pussy landing on his face.