Tartura: Destroyer of Innocent Souls
Copyright© 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Tartura, an ancient vampire, needs virgin cum to survive. But it’s slowly tearing her apart. Is she evil or just an innocent victim, herself? Turn off the lights, curl up under a warm blanket, and dive into the dark and creepy world of a tortured soul who can’t stop destroying everything that she wraps her blood-red lips around. “A stream of consciousness monologue that reads like a nightmare.” One chapter posted per week. eBook available at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Mind Control Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Horror Vampires First Oral Sex Halloween
For the millionth time, I tell myself that this needs to end.
But so far, I’ve been unable to end it.
I’m scared of death.
No. I don’t think that I am. What I really am is terrified of what might be there for me after death.
But I’m beginning to think – hoping against hope – that my fear of ending it all is finally becoming eclipsed by my revulsion at what I’ve done to countless men. How I’ve destroyed countless families. Hurt countless children.
My existence needs to end.
Existence.
Ha! I can’t even bring myself to think of it as a life.
It isn’t.
I merely exist.
It’s hell.
What’s beyond it, though? Could there possibly be an even worse hell than this one that I’m existing in?
Yes, that’s my real fear.
“Is everything okay?” He asks, kindly.
I could end this tonight. I could tell him to go back to his loving wife and children. Then I could just creep home and die and it would all be over. But I need his cock.
No. Not even that. I just need his seed.
I should let him go. Go back to his family. Back to his happy life.
Fuck it. I have to do this. I have no choice.
Well, of course I have a choice. Everyone has a choice. I’m just too weak to make the right choice.
Fuck it. I decide to take what I need and send this poor soul back to his loving and trusting wife as a shattered man. Of course, I know what will happen. It’s always the same. He’s so in love with her that he will become riddled with guilt. He won’t know why he cheated on her. How would he ever know that a random woman walked up to him, entranced him, and had her way with him?
Ridiculous, right?
Even if I told him that was what happened, he wouldn’t believe it.
So, he will go home, his love for his wife eroded by his infidelity. He’ll remember it all, but will have no idea that he was viciously manipulated, completely against his will. He’ll think that he has some horrible previously unknown flaw in his personality that made him go outside of his monogamous relationship. Whether he tells her or not, he’ll feel that his wife would be better off without him. Blah, blah, blah. And it will probably end in divorce. Their trust forever destroyed.
Divorce or worse.
Some of my ... not to mince words, victims ... choose an easier, faster way out.
Gunshot to the head.
Jumping off a bridge.
Hanging.
Pills seem to be a popular one. Especially lately. No muss, no fuss, I guess.