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>>5105003
I doubt it can beat Kiara's session
>The hood has fallen to the side
>Twisted features, dead eyes- there's nothing human in this creature on top of her
>"She looks so delicious," they'd said
>"Don't shoot her, it'll spoil her."
>Sharp nails shred Tiara's clothes
>Thirsting fangs clamp down on her throat
>She knows she should kick and scream and fight, but the feeling is so intense
>Where there should have been pain, there's a pulse of ecstatic pleasure
>Going limp like prey in the vampire's jaws, Tiara shivers
>Her leg gives a weak, involuntary kick as her assailant pins her down
>Crushes her into the floor
>Snorts hot, monstrous breath against her skin as it drinks its fill
>The whole time, electric thrills jolt up and down her spine
>Not an hour ago she never would have believed such monsters existed
>Now, she finds herself hating the heat rising between her thighs
>Cursing how her arms and legs won't move, won't scramble away from the thing slurping her blood from her neck
>Her vision wavers as her life drains down the Beast's throat, flashes of memory sparking across her vision
>Her older brother
>The Phoenix Pendant
>His promise to show her how to use it
>Is this how it all ends?
>Then the sharp teeth break away
>Rending claws rake down her back
>The freezing air of the tumbledown manor spills against her bare back as her top falls away
>A grim knot clenches in her stomach
>Deprived of the perverse, transcendent bliss conferred by a vampire's Kiss, the reality of her situation floods over her like ice
>Groggy and near drained of vitae, she starts crawling weakly for the door left ajar by her erstwhile ally, the so-called 'Prince'
>"Oh no you don't," comes the low growl.
>Dragged back by her ankles, her trembling arms lose their grounding
>She slams into the cold stone floor, and a dead body mounts her from behind, temporarily warmed by a glut of living blood
>"You're ours now."
>Panic consumes her as a hard length grinds against her thick behind, jabbing erratically at her where some involuntary warmth and wet still lingered
"No, ara!"
>Usually so boisterously loud, her voice is a strangled whimper
>It does nothing to dissuade the creature, who tweaks aside her dribbling pantsu to drill painfully past the fearful, clenching resistance of Tiara's tight folds
>Her squeal is hoarse and choking, the brutality of his violation pushing the last gasps of air from her lungs