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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.

Kricket_Leedy · Fantasi
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Part 2: Chapter 28

Passion reignited

  When he crawled back on top of me, he grabbed my dress, sliding it off my body. It took one hand to grab them both, and he used the other to fix the tie around the bedpost; he wrapped it around my wrists, tying them tightly. The tie wrenched hard as he pulled it tight, squeaking at the tension. "No running away again." He jested, smiling at me.

  "Not easily, any how." I pulled hard, realizing I was, indeed, stuck.

  My heart galloped, the feeling of vulnerability not something I was used to. I could feel the heat in my face exploding. "That's it." He floated his fingers over my body, barely touching me as he moved downward. His lips brushed my skin; the edges of his beard tingling as they traveled down my body. His warm kisses landed on pubic bone, he stopped, teasing. "I wonder if you still taste the same—" His nose trailed my slit, inhaling deeply. "You smell the same. Like a fresh buttercup daisy, with a hint of honey."