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She fell under a spell. But this time the ancestors were not responsible. Before long, Samaria’s neck fell backwards and off to the side, propositioning the creature, the man, to feast. Her arms winged, begging him to enjoy. She moaned in this trance and it carried throughout the hut. His sting was pleasurable. As he drew her blood, she felt drops of moisture trickle onto her shoulder. His fingers dug into her forearms; he squeezed and massaged tight skin. Rather than scream or attempt to fight him off, Samaria raised her breasts. Her waist circled about, bare hips merely laced with straps easily loosened. She pressed against his muscular body, unable to feel enough of his flesh. Craving to be manhandled. And he leaned back, roaring into the heavens. Beads of sweat filed down from his chin to full neck. His eyes were a pure shade of rage, enlarged.
The more Samaria directed his attendance, the more she appeared to enjoy this pale man’s bloodlust, the more he lost every ounce of himself. Before long she leapt upward, wrapping her legs around his waist, begging him to lower his lips once more. She turned, revealing the untouched jugular as it pounded beneath firm skin. Samaria was no longer a victim. She was now a predator. Her limbs latched on to his entire form. Her fingers pressed against his neckline, commanding an exchange of places. He eased back, widening himself, propositioning Samaria to bite and feast on flesh in the same manner he had. His grasp extended beyond her sides, draping to her lower back, encouraging this seemingly fragile woman to be demonic. He moaned louder in the process.
“Feast!” His word was clear and understandable.
She moved to obey. Upon reaching his throbbing Adam’s apple, wildly panting with a torturous lust, the vision faded. Samaria was forced back to reality. Her pale lover was gone. All that remained was a hunger for deep-red blood and sin.
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A Viking with a thirst for blood.
A naive, but powerful African princess.
A vengeful sibling.
What more could you ask for in a paranormal story. And it’s only the beginning…
Everyone turned to see Nzinga approaching; the darkness of the world riding her skin, driving her evil.
“No,” one of the elders began. He immediately knew what had occurred and dropped to his knees in defeat.
Nzinga saw his surrender and laughed.
“For more than a millennium you’ve held many of us at a distance, you and your good warlords. We were too evil to possess humanity, denied another chance to live again.” The multilayered tones piled from Nzinga’s lips, spreading wide and moving swiftly. She was possessed. It was the only way that they could freely roam the earth. Nzinga’s anger and rage fueled their powers. They needed her to be coherent, just enough to be aware of how much she despised her life, but not enough to remember her humanity.
“My daughter,” Mama sobbed, bent on her knees, dragging away from what was once her pride and joy.
Nzinga merely ran her eyes over her mother before reaching through the air and snapping the woman’s neck. Samaria screamed, her own potential rage equally terrifying. She forced away Nzinga’s creature, though he could not be easily dismissed. Samaria moved to the inside edge of the circle. Standing at the brim of their meeting place, she reflected on the lifeless corpses of her people. She wanted to mourn for them, but couldn’t yet.
“I hate you Samaria. You ruined my life.”
“You ruined your own life Nzinga. They could not exist in you because you would’ve turned dark. Even when you were still important to this cause, selfishness controlled you.”
“But they chose me from birth!”
“Yes, but then I came along.”
COMING JULY 2014