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Tartura: Destroyer of Innocent Souls

Copyright© 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.

Chapter 6

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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  

Nearly comatose, I gaze up at him. He looks down at me with sudden horrified realization and profound regret in his eyes, as I carefully lick the last of his cum from my lips and smile drunkenly at him. It’s the look that I’ve seen a million times from a million men. The harrowing eyes that haunt my dreams every single night.

But I got what I needed.

It’s so easy to rationalize the pain I’m causing others. It’s just who I am, I tell myself. It’s just something that I need. No one else would understand what it’s like.

Unfortunately, I understand exactly what it’s like for my victims. In a twisted attempt at atonement – a form of sick self-flagellation – I sometimes stay in their minds when they go home. I feel the regret that rips them apart.

I see the tears.

The broken trust.

The broken love.

I see the destroyed families. But I cannot stop myself.

I need this.

Sometimes, I just need to punish myself.

I know that I need to stop. I don’t know how. I’ve tried, but it’s beyond my control. This is just who I am. Forever.

Neither of us say a word as I sit up, open the car door, and get out. I may see him again somewhere, but I doubt I’ll recognize the shattered husk that I’ve just created. I don’t care enough to. Or maybe I’m so ashamed that I’ll just block him out. But he won’t recognize me. I’ll be someone else the next time. I always am.

 
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