"My queen." Loren said to his lover.
"My lord." She said seductively as she walked to him.
The spell had worked on her and she was a completely new woman.
She was wearing heavy dark makeup and wore dark purple swimsuit outfit with dark colored trims.
She has dark purple bands on her arms, left leg and some jeweled head bands.
She wears a semi-transparent shawl wrapped around her hip with dark purple bands around her left mid-thighs.
The black knee-high boots accentuates her almost naked body.
Loren wanted to take off her bra and underwear and take her on the floor but his needs would have to wait.
She was beautiful and remarkable like a creature from the dark should be
Her eyes were no longer hazel but purple and the heavy makeup accentuates her face and eyes.
Her hair was thicker, longer and reached her hips.
Her hair seemed alive with the negative force in the lair.
"Your tiara." Loren said to Samira as she walked up to him.
She leans down and he places it on her head, the purple tiara gleaming.
He kisses her forcefully and she accepts.
When he has against the wall, he bites her lip until he draws blood but she moans and grinds against him.
"My queen. It appears we have some unwanted guests in our lair."
She is unbuttoning his jeans.
"How many?" Samira asks. Her voice deep and feminine.
"A few werewolves, some kids and adults." He replies as he rips the shawl from her and tosses her to the ground.
She laughs as if enjoying this.
He gets on top of her.
"I want to kill them with your own hands." He orders as he rips her underwear and bra off.
He will simply cast another spell on her clothes to be good as new.
She moans in pleasure as he bites her neck hard, too hard.
Her purple eyes darken with hunger.
"As you wish, my lord." She replies.
"I will bring them to you and I shall watch as you destroy their lives."
They both laugh maniacally as he enters her forcefully.
An image comes to her mind of a young girl crying in pain.
Samira's purple eyes turn to hazel for a split second before the darkness in her heart banishes her good, giving her purple eyes back once again.
He thrusts in her, grunting as he pin her arms down on the floor.
She closes her eyes and arches her back, grinding with him...
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