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The sooner the vampires got back on their ships, the better. We sat beneath a tent used for keeping the hay dry, secluded in the shadows that Prestira now found comfort in. I could sense the vampirism in her, as I could for Yavara, but Prestira’s nocturnal alter-ego was not what compelled her to seek the dark. “No,” Prestira dropped her head onto my lap, her white eyes puffy with exhaustion, “but I chose to live endlessly, and when I made that pact with myself and stripped my flesh, I knew the kind of life eternity would bring me. It was just pain.” She smiled wearily, “And the pain is over.” “Some pain leaves scars.” I said softly, running a thumb down her cheek, “Scars no one but you can see.” Prestira leaned into my touch, resting her cheek against my hand. “They’re but grazes to the wounds you’ve dealt me, Zander.” “Don’t guilt me.” “I’m not.” Prestira smiled sadly, “I’m just telling the truth. You ruined me long ago.” Her fingers trailed to her bosom, “There’s a hole here. I feel its ache every day you’re not with me, and its excruciating when you are. But the agony is sweet, and the misery is bitter, so I will choose juicy the former again and again until one of us parts from this world.” I took her head in both hands, framing her face, my fingers tangling with her black ringlets. “Why is love so cruel to you?” “I guess I’m just a masochist.” Prestira chuckled softly. “Will you be OK?” “If you’re with me.” She whispered. There was a hint of desperation in Prestira’s voice, a touch of pure anguish in her eyes. I Hardcore smiled into those eyes. “I guess I’m your sadist then.” She broke into something that was halfway between a sob and a laugh, and I leaned to press my kiss to her lips. She was fierce with her lips and tongue, but not with the gleeful avarice of lust, but with a mania that seemed to be in defiance of all that had been done to her. I knew before I asked that she wasn’t OK. I hadn’t known cum until I tasted her pain that she’d been rough shattered. Oh, Prestira. Why do you always make yourself the martyr? None of us are worth it. You are. She whispered in my mind. I hadn’t even felt her intrusion, but I noticed it now. Her thoughts probed doggystyle into my mind, curious and playful. Destiny? I haven’t seen her in ages. You never cared much for her, try as I might to get you two acquainted. If only Yavara had been around back then. If I’m being honest, Zander, I could use a woman’s touch right now. Prestira parted from the kiss, her white eyes half-lidded, “I think I’ve had enough male company for quite some time.” ELENA If there was one thing that kept a ranger on her toes, it was the knowledge that a vampire was in her patrol sector. It was the very reason rangers never patrolled at night. There’d been times where I’d skirted the dusk hours a little too closely, and saw a pair of red eyes gleaming through the thicket. I’m rough a different man.” I pause looking her in the eyes. They are 18 and 19 and had thought Scott was a cutie the first cum time they saw him as a freshman in some practice videos. He slid his butt forward and stretched out his long legs. They embraced wrapping arms tight around one another. I tried to Hardcore think of something to have her stop so I could look at her longer. Going over him one more time they also found a few weapons on his back. She also didn’t have on any panties. Jansen couldn’t respond, he was too busy begging my juicy wife not to stop. "Hey, you got a nice woman there!" Trying hard to concentrate as not to moan too loud while speaking with Jacob I focused on my doggystyle breathing, like in Pilates class.