>>5250003>SeduceYou compose and steel yourself, turning your resting bitch face into a smile, eyes dazzling. You don’t know if this vitae shit can make you be more attractive, but it at least gives you some confidence. You move in and sit next to him on the bed, one hand sliding along his front waist as you lean over him. “That’s right, Snow White is here for you.” You smirk in his face and he blankly grins up at you. Your chin quivers before putting your lips on his neck. A surprised moan escapes his lips. Thoughts run through your head. Is this right, am I doing it wrong–
Then you feel your teeth against his skin. That shiver up your spine becomes more prominent, that hunger radiating throughout your whole body. You begin to suck. The shiver of want is replaced by warm satiation filling you. Holy shit. Your entire body moves with your drinking. It’s… it’s beyond words. This is better than anything you’ve ever experienced. Time slows to a crawl and you want it to stretch on forever. You can’t. You can’t.
You pull off his neck, your tongue running over his flesh. You blink down at him and feel that the lick was some sort of autopilot. Seeing the drugged out man in another haze, you quickly step out of the room and close the door. Maxine didn’t tell you to wait for her, so you default back to the car. You catch yourself licking your teeth. “They really are retractable,” you whisper, looking up at Reggie standing by the car. You finally get a good look at the man. A bit on the slim side, tall, with a not-quite-full mustache and beard. He actually pulls off the facial hair well, you think. Black hair slicked back and a cordial smile. Wearing a basic polo shirt and jeans.
“How was it, Miss King?” He grins. “Wow, I like saying that. Got a nice ring to it.”
You think back to the high frat boy in the bed. Another dumb jock. At least he was of some use tonight. You blink at your own thoughts. What is he, a bag of blood? No, he’s still human. Just like you were a few hours ago. You clench your fists. You’ve always quietly believed yourself better than others. A true intellectual that no one understands. But there’s always making a martyr of yourself. Maybe Mom planted a narcissist in you, after all. You clench your jaw hard at that thought. “Fuck,” you mutter. “Focus. The frat boy.”
What is the frat boy to you?
>He’s a human. Not a bag of blood. You were kine just a few hours ago.>He’s a stepping stone to greatness. You must harden yourself for what’s ahead. 