Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Therefore, I only chose women with no interests for children.
After a while, I stopped falling in love, unable to deal with the heartbreak, suffering, and loss.
In these last decades, I shifted my passions to sex and violence. My cock had plunged into the cunt of every ethnicity of human female.
They were all my sex slaves, submitting to my needs and desires. They thought I was the sexiest man alive and that I was their master. I fucked them in every hole. I pounded them until I was satisfied and they were no longer of any use to me. And a few tender moments happened here and there.
But, that didn’t keep me busy for long.
So, I sought the goal of fucking every supernatural female. Vampires and succubae, Banshees and mermaids, nymphs and witches, sirens and shapeshifters. Several pixies had sucked me off. I’d even bedded a few fairies as well.
My life became an endless search for a new conquest that never went anywhere and only made me numb. The very act of searching for another human lover, only served to remind me of how alone I felt in this ever-changing world.
So, I shifted to violence and the thirst for blood.
I'd even fought in many wars—human and supernatural.
I'd even battled in the modern wars like World War I, II, and the Korean War. I fought in Vietnam as well. The boredom of empty miles of jungle and thoughtless sleeping faces was too much to bear. The faces of friends perished in battle and from old age constantly ran through my mind. Meanwhile, my scars and bruises have closed, my broken bones have healed, but the memories of the dead were always with me.
Why am I thinking about all of this?
I blinked and brought myself back to the moment.
Adae’s new weapon has not only come close to getting me, but. . .she’s shaken up my mind.
In the hallway, a group of women left the bathroom. There seemed to be a big commotion among them.
“Megan, you’re so full of shit.” One frowned. “You totally fucked Trevor.”
“I swear, I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I didn’t. Why would you even think that, Sara?”
“I just feel it inside of me. It’s my. . .intuition.”
“Your intuition is wrong.”
“But, I trust my gut more than I trust you.”
I glared at them, wishing they would shut up.
The one named Megan locked her eyes with mine. Her lip quivered. She raised her hand to the back of her neck in a subconscious attempt to calm her racing heart. Her pale face turned red and splotchy.
The other women turned. Their lips trembled. In their eyes I could see their deepest fears and desires beating in time with their racing hearts. Their sexual desires—dark and primal—bubbled up in thick clouds of lust. My inner demon came alive, ready to devour them.
I pushed the need down.
As they came closer, they slowed their pace.
I attempted to mentally enter their simple brains.
Continue forward. You don’t see me.
Sometimes it worked on the weak-minded humans.
Thankfully, that’s what walked by me. In unison, they directed their views toward the front of the club and returned to their conversation.
“I swear, I didn’t fuck Trevor.”
“You totally did, Megan.”
“I didn’t.”
“Just tell me the truth.”
“I am!”
They disappeared around the corner.
The vision of Fatou flickered in my mind. She was a masterpiece of the otherworld. Silky brown skin and silver dreadlocks outlining a sexy face. Cute, pointed ears and lush, pouty lips. A delicate nose and violet eyes that twinkled like stars in the ancient night sky.
And her voice was better than a siren’s song, a hypnotic melody of sex and sin.
A seductive fairy with venomous fangs? Where did Adae find her?
She had to be a co-creation of God and Satan, possessing the heavenly good and the wickedly evil.
An undying need washed over me. A need to get her naked. A need to dominate her. A need to keep her close to me.
Why is she having such an effect on me?
Helpless, I dove my hand into my pants, clutching my throbbing cock in my hand and trying to regulate my breathing.
Need hummed within me.
Damn it.
I tightened my grip on my cock and craved release. If I had more time, I would have stroked that sensual fairy’s luscious breasts and lapped at those nipples.
All hells.
The club’s music boomed at an erratic pace, banging in my ears. My chest rose and fell as if I’d run from being chased by Adae’s war sorcerers.
Meanwhile, Fatou’s honey flavor coated my tongue.
Get a hold of yourself!
Still, those violet eyes and silver dreadlocks wouldn’t disappear from my mind.
I yanked my hand out of my pants and punched the club’s wall, busting a hole through it. Dust and pieces of plaster exploded and rained down around me.
Two guys stumbled out of the bathroom.
I cloaked myself in magic.
“Trevor, you are the man.” The guy high-fived his friend. “I can’t believe you fucked Sara and her sister, Megan.”