Bewitching Bite [A Blending Bloodlines Tale] Page 5
"I suppose we'll both have a lot of those left to give one another. At least, I sure hope so.” One eye opened and he smiled even bigger. “I know one thing, your body is pure sin. You have a body that could ruin the average mortal man.” He smacked her ass playfully.
Matilda reached down between his legs and stroked his spent cock before taking it in a firm grip. “And what about the immortal vamp? What does my body do for him?"
He pulled her up to him and looked deep into her eyes, “Hmm ... I'm going to spend eternity showing you. If you ever have any doubts, I will drink one or two of your brews so you can control me for a night or two. How does that sound?"
Her face lit up the room. “It sounds like something that I'll look forward to trying. I'll read up on the best potion..."
Armand's burst of laughter put an immediate damper on her thoughts.
"What's so funny?” Her eyes narrowed. She couldn't stand to be laughed at unless she was in on the joke.
"Matilda, when we blended our bloodlines, you became empowered with more than you'll ever learn from one of your spell books. You now possess the skills to use whatever powers become you most, but you have them all. You have the black magic and the vampirism of Erzsebet Bathory, and all of the heritage that the name and the associated bloodlines bring.” He smiled but could find no evidence of peace in her blank expression.
In that moment, Armand watched her transformation and thanked his lucky stars that he was a vampire that she would one day truly love. It was scripted and written and Armand knew it was so. They would love one another throughout eternity.
Unfortunately, the woman in his bed had been the chosen one. He saw it as it happened right before his eyes even though he had fully suspected it.
The woman in his arms with extraordinary beauty was immediately, blindingly beautiful with catlike eyes that were unmistakably related to those of Erzsebet's. Matilda touched her skin with light fingers.
"What's happening to me?"
"I'm afraid you have found your place again, my dear, and this time, I hope life will be kinder.” He reached out for her but she slapped his hand away as she slid out of bed and went to stand in front of the mirror.
Throughout history, Erzsebet Bathory was noted as a vain woman with a cruel hand, and as Matilda watched her own body reshape in the form of a much prettier and more voluptuous woman, she knew she'd received the curse only one witch would own. She was going to wear the face of the vampire witch.
"Erzsebet Bathory.” She whispered the name as she touched her cheeks with her palms. “It can't be. I can't be."
Before the implications could overwhelm her, Armand came in behind her with a rod ready for acceptance. With her palms settled against the top of the dressing table, she watched with enthusiasm as he entered her from behind.
"Oh Armand, now you've given me everything!” She cried out with intoxicating appreciation as she leaned over to watch herself fuck and just as the famed Erzsebet's vanity had been noted throughout history, Matilda suddenly understood why.
Her beauty was the kind that would ruin any mortal man, and spoil the immortal ... beginning with Armand. The man who held the bloodlines of the one vampire she could never truly possess, and was now inside of her, punishing her with pleasure like she'd never known—a dick of deliverance. He cursed her into the future with memories of the past, dividing her in two with the separation of the life she left behind, and the life she would soon find again.
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Note from the author
This is a work of paranormal fiction. The author acknowledges that the stories and historical research of Erzsebet Bathory were used in the storyline. However, Bewitching Bite is a fictional work that is intended for reading enjoyment as a work with fictional characters only.
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