1. Bloodsport Fairytale ch. 3


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Male/Teen Female, Monster, Murder, Stockholm Syndrome, Young, Author: nightwolvesalpha, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    prepared for it, there wasn't much oxygen already in her lungs when I cut off her air, and her face rapidly went from red to an odd shade of purple. When her struggles started to weaken I judged it safe to remove my hand because she wouldn't be able to start screaming again until after the effects of almost suffocating had worn off. When I let go the little girl sagged weakly to the floor, and I quickly wiped my venom coated finger across her lips, effectively sedating her. I then wrapped my arms around her and let my supercharged pheromones do their work while she regained her breath and calmed down. After no more than a minute, the girl was more or less back to normal, except now she viewed me as a friend and ally. Someone who could be trusted completely. I told the girl (Who's name turned out to be Madison.) to go back to the lobby and tell her parents that she had gotten lost while looking for the bathroom. She grinned at me and nodded in a way that was almost sickeningly adorable, and virtually bounced out of the room and into the hall. I waited until she was safely around the corner before quickly packing what few possessions Courtney and I had, grabbing her roughly by the hand, and dragging her out of the hotel by way of an exit at the other end of the hallway. Once outside I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down before hoisting Courtney in my arms and taking off at a dead sprint that, to an outside observer, would look as if we had simply disappeared. From the ...
    Marriott we were at in Branson, I headed south, not stopping until we had passed completely through Arkansas and happened upon a small, isolated town in central Louisiana. At that time it was a little after four in the morning and all of that running had left me incredibly hungry, so, with Courtney still cradled in my arms, I started roving around town looking for a quick bite (pun intended). I hit pay dirt when we came across a bar that, judging from the glowing neon sign on the door, was still open (Thank god for red necks with nothing better to do than drink). As I came to a stop in the gravel parking lot and set Courtney on her feet, I looked over the place and decided it was suitable for my purposes. The building itself looked like nothing so much as a gigantic, corrugated-steel shed, complete with a sheet metal roof, and there were several large patches where the paint had flaked away and bright orange rust showed through. The fact that the bar had no sign to attract customers combined with the number of beat up trucks in the lot led me to believe that this was probably the only bar in town, and the unmistakably masculine odor coming from the building told me that almost all of the people inside were male. Rendering all of my nifty vampiric charming abilities completely useless. Luckily I had a still-budding fourteen year old minx next to me who would be perfect for luring out an unsuspecting patron, and, giving her the signal, watched as she trotted across parking lot, ...
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