AN: This really isn't very good, or long for that matter. It's really just a writer's block exercise.
Pam is still a little soft, don't you think? She wouldn't let you know. But she is. And a girl with pretty eyes can melt her.
Not mine.
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Click.
A very tiny, yet distinct sound- fangs sliding precisely into place. The soundtrack of good sex.
A whimper.
Fear? Pain? Yearning? It's all an incredible crash of fright, lust, and ecstasy. But the girl, the vampire's willing prey, places blind, "breather" trust in her lovely predator.
You shouldn't, said the Lady of the dark fairytale.
But her damsel in distress knows.
She forces her intense eyes to open and lock with the lust-hazed gaze of her fanged lover just before the points slip soundly into the creamy skin of her inner thigh.
Those incredible eyes unknowingly see something that only Pam knows they see.
The nearly glamoured vampire had never felt so pierced.