Witch-Trapment

by M.L. Bash

pretty ladies deserve pretty things.” “And a mutilated head is a pretty thing?”

“To fuck you then to fuck your future wife while you watch then to have your future wife ride my face while you fuck me.”

She was so fucking wet; that little witch pussy of hers made me a believer. I’d worship the trees or rain or whatever the fuck it was that they did. I’d give her blood or hair or a fucking sacrifice if she asked.

Fuck. I wanted her to have it. I wanted her to have my fucking babies. I wanted her to have my last name.

I was ready to commit a mass massacre in her name at this very moment.

Sex with Najee had been different from any of the sex I’d had with men before. I wasn’t sure if it was the loss of blood or the vampire venom but it was an out of body experience. I knew without a doubt there’d never be another man that could fuck me the way he had.