Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Let’s get ready now, little one,” Hans said, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. “It’s time you learnt what it’s like to truly be taken.”
He gestured to the middle of the room, and I felt like I was walking onto a stage as I edged over with tiny steps. One, two, three.
But wait–
It was like something shifted in my subconsciousness on the journey.
Something primal. Wild. Crazy.
I mean, I wanted it. I wanted this…
But no.
NO.
My pulse was racing, and my legs were shaking, and the true force of what was about to happen seemed to hit me like an axe in the head.
“It’s all right,” Hans whispered. “Your body is scared. Let it be.”
My body wasn’t just scared, it was terrified. My eyes took on a life of their own as they zoomed around the place, realising in a new light that we really were sealed inside a bedroom tomb. A vampire’s tomb. It was like being in the dream again with my feet wanting to sprint along cobbles, but here there was nowhere to run.
“This is natural, Katherine,” Hans said. “Your body wants to flee because it fears what’s coming.”
“It’s what I want, though,” I said with a raspy breath. “I want you to bite me and take me.”
He smiled with beautiful pointed teeth, but my legs were still braced for running.
“Your soul does, yes, but your body doesn’t want to give in yet. Fight or flight needs to pass, so give it a moment. Take a breath and let it break its hold.”
I took a breath, trying to calm myself.
“That’s it,” Hans whispered. “Your body must accept that it belongs to my will now. It must give up the fight.”
My thighs tensed up, instinct still simmering.
“Give up the fight,” he said. “Sink beneath your own survival instinct and tell yourself that your fate is mine to deliver.”
“I… I’m not going to die though, am I?”
“No, but survival instincts don’t work that way. Your body won’t be believing you, especially when I sink my teeth into your throat.”
It felt like a war was waging inside me.
“Breathe slowly,” Hans told me. “Your body must accept it belongs to me now.”
I breathed as slowly as I could, ears ringing. I zoned in on the pulse in my temples, and listened. Breathed and listened. Slowly.
My body belongs to Hans now.
Give up the fight.
“Good girl,” Hans whispered. “No matter how much you think you want your life sucked from your slender throat and an undead creature’s cock tearing your beautiful virginity away, it’s going to be a very different experience when it comes to it. Tell yourself you want that experience. Make your body believe you.”
His words sent fire searing through me. I felt his fangs stabbing my neck. His cock filling me up in one hard thrust.
Yes, I want it. I want that experience.
My body belongs to Hans now.
Give up the fight.
“That’s it,” Hans said. “So, bring your body into line. Give up the fight and strip naked for me.”
My nipples tightened at his words but I wanted to whimper at the thought. I’d never stripped naked for anyone. My own mother hadn’t seen me undressed since my breasts first started to develop. I was too uncomfortable to reveal myself, even to her.
Give up the fight. My body belongs to Hans now.
My fingers unbuttoned my blouse slowly. He’s already seen me like this. He’s seen my tits offered up to him.
“Yes, I have,” Hans told me. “And they are absolutely beautiful. Just like the rest of you will be.”
I used his words as extra confidence, still battling my body’s urge to run. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor with my blouse, then reached behind for the zip of my pencil skirt.
I felt so exposed. It felt like a whole audience of hidden eyes were watching me.
“You want me naked? Right here, in the middle of the room?” I was stalling and sounding pathetic.
Hans came to stand before me, eyes on my tits. The bruises looked worse now. I lifted my chest a little. He liked that. Smiled at me.
“Yes. I want you naked. Right now. This is part of accepting your fate. Losing your inhibitions to a higher force. Show me.”
I felt the shift in me. The want in me.
His will. My will.
I unzipped my skirt and let it drop, standing bare apart from the tights he’d already torn at the crotch and the wet panties underneath them.
“Almost there,” Hans said. “Go on, little one. Show me.”
I closed my eyes as I took my tights off, and hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties. It felt like there was something symbolic about it – presenting my virgin pussy to Hans.
“There is something symbolic about it,” Hans told me. “Virginity is a sacred thing. A sacred gift of the body to be offered.”