North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Just another Night to Kill


Posted on January 05, 2017 by Troy Marks
North


I know the mood's pretty much gone but I could care less about that right now. I just want to know she's okay. She's still clinging to me. She feels so small to me right now, so frail, like cracked glass. I just want her to know that she's not alone, that I will help any way she lets me.

She seems relieved that I don't ask for details about what happened in the camp and I never will. Not unless she wants to vent about it. I saw plenty in the many camps I did get into and I'd hate to picture any of those experiments happening to her so if she were to tell me, I would probably just have a mental picture in my head. I would just get pissed, thinking about anyone hurting her that way.

My body has betrayed me as always and I hate it for that because sex is no longer in the forefront of my mind. I want her safety and happiness above all others. But suddenly she steps into me, pushing me toward the bed and I furrow my brows and look at her in question. "Amelia, what are you doing?" I ask softly. She tells me to sit in such a demanding voice that my body automatically obeys, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her in puzzlement. "Do you want to just lay down for a little while? Or we can sit and talk or not talk at all. That's cool too..."

I'm trying to figure out what she's doing. When she reaches for my groin though, my eyes widen and I shift. "Hey, you don't have to do that. Amelia, that's not why I'm still here..." She starts to caress me through the jeans and while it feels too good for me to move away, I wish in this moment I wasn't such a guy and I had the willpower to pull away. I clench my teeth, holding back the groan of pleasure cause it feels so wrong right now.

I shake my head when she says it's rude. "No, it's fine, really. I'm a big boy. I can handle these things on my own, I promise." I'm trying for jokes but my face is completely serious because it makes me feel odd for her to have been so vulnerable just moments ago and now be the demanding woman she is now trying to get me off even though she's not in the mood. It just feels so wrong. She says that she won't take no for an answer and my lips tighten, my eyes searching her expression, my hands reaching out to her shoulders, about to gently push her back but then she unzips my jeans and I gasp in surprise.

As she takes me in her hands, I feel like puddy and I know I'm going to lose this battle. When I look into her eyes, I can see that she doesn't want me to resist and that makes it so much harder. How can I just sit and take this, knowing what she went through? I groan again despite myself when she hits the right spot, my head leaning back and my eyes closing. All at once, I'm speechless, my lips parted but unable to form words, let alone tell her to stop.


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