Ruthless King

e man's head closer to hers, deepening the kiss. As their lips met, a fiery passion ignited within her, spreading

finally reached her sensitive n*pples, causin

relief wash over her. Her hand darted forward, fingers curling around the man's neck. With a fie

e invisible to the man's eyes and Emaline being blind co

or air to support her own lungs. If the girl only sees

out a blissful moan as the man's lips caressed her sensitive n*pples, sending waves of pleasure coursing t

The woman let out a soft mutter, "Ohhh..." Without fail, every night she found her

. Emaline's heart soared with joy, her happiness almost reaching its peak. But just as quickly as

on of his fingers pinching her n*pples grew stronger, causing her to writhe in pleasure and pain. Emaline's senses were heighte

's fangs sinking into her neck. With a desperate surge of strength, s

ody trembled with fear as she backed away from the looming figure in front of her. "

lips, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. As

ake from the midst o

his voice heavy with regret. "I must beg

er by a series of words that pierced throug

e contours of her body. Yet, to her relief, there was no pain to

familiar visitor, would come to her in the stillness of the night, bringin

he became aware of the dampness between her thighs. Emaline lingered on the be

e a conscious effort to commit to memory every single item that graced the interior of the

e to live. Her inability to see, a result of birth defects, has not deterred her from pursuing a fulfilling life. Em

casion that she had celebrated with much fervor - her birthday. She pondered over the

a heart-shaped face that radiated a natural allure. Her sharp nose only added to the perfection of her features, enhancing her overall attractivene

es, she finds herself invo

her knuckles turning white as she fights to maintain her balance. As s

out the words they were saying. They were arguing again, just like they always did

of the world. They knew all too well of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, the creatures that were whispere

rling. You are already aware of this." T

the thought of our precious daughter being harmed. Other vampires are cruel, my dear," her father

Even though she was blind, she still yearned to break free from the confines

ng metropolis. Occasionally, there are individuals who seek refuge in their abode, yet her fat

source of knowledge and guidance for her daughter. Emaline's father also played a significant role in her e

Emaline's ears, prompting her attention. Regardless the veil of obscurity

s enough to make my heart ache. I love you both so much," her father whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "So much that I wou

ng woman was aware that her family appeared to be blessed, for her fa

out when their family first arrived here. Her mom was taking care of

the eggs and meat from their own flock of chickens. On occasion, the

y seems to be exceptionally resourceful and fortunate. The source of their hyd

an undeniable aura of power. I have no doubt that they will eventually come to this dwelling." Emaline's

lief that certain vampires posses

e tone, "but rest assured, for as long as I draw breath, I shall be your protection." Emaline's lip quivere

with a cheerful "Good morning, Papa! Mom!" she called out, her voice barely above a whisp

ense allowed her to perceive the palpable reaction of the parents, despite her daughter's blindness. The p

ght?" Emaline's father made a valiant effort to invigorate his

with an abundance of affection and attention. The girl wa

hims and desires of the vampire elite. It was an open secret that the only way to gain access to the coveted halls of learning was to pl

o dictate the studies of the students. Only Emaline knows that sh

Are you and Mom quarreling?" she asked,

she waited for her mother's response

," her mother reassured, "your father and I are not quarreling. Only within the

the chair. Her mother guided her by holding her hand, showi

ws whether they are bickering or not. Emaline let

with a sly grin. "I yearn to step outside and inhale the crisp, revitalizing air," she expressed to the

, "Ema, don't even go

literally. She longed to pursue her own dreams and passions, but her father's orders were absolute

e soft clink of utensils against her plate. She didn't speak, lost in her own thoughts as she ate. T

nts' constant concern for her well-being,

they are concealing themse

all too well that she had no place among them. Survival was a me