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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: A descendant of The Blood Countess, Matilda is transformed during the blending of bloodlines and becomes a supernatural creature empowered by a damning legacy. Intrigued by the future she reluctantly embraces, the spunky young witch completes the bonding and blending of bloodlines with a vampire who isn't quite ready to reveal his precise place in her future. Armand is a Russian vampire in search of a blender, a mate destined for him because of peculiar mutual ties to the past. The knowledge Armand has about Erzsebet Bathory, a distant relative of the one chosen for him, is frightening. Armand quickly discovers that there is only one way the dead will stay buried: he must bond with a witch, and empower her with the blood of the one vampire Erzsebet Bathory wanted, but couldn't have. *Publisher's Note: This is an updated version of a previously released title.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2010 October
eBookwise Release Date: April 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [96 KB]
Words: 19567
Reading time: 55-78 min.

"Bewitching Bite by Destiny Blaine is full of mouthwatering goodness sure to leave readers panting for more. I was held captivated from the very first sentence of this story... This is definitely a yummy tale for fans of paranormal erotica at its best!"--Amanda Haffery, 5/5, Romance Junkies

Matilda locked her legs behind the mortal's back and tossed her long dark hair over her shoulders. "Lick me until I tell you to stop," she ordered, rising and falling with the pleasure she discovered from a willing participant's lips.

The human didn't look bothered by the crude instructions, but why would he? Matilda cast just the right spell to manipulate the pleasurable experience enjoyed by the giver and the receiver. His tongue parted her folds, and Matilda enjoyed the potent benefits of her witch's brew.

"Like that?" the mortal asked, nipping at her intimate lips and then plunging his tongue into her channel. "How about this?"

"Yes," she mumbled, trying to act like a woman weakened during the throes of passion.

Her new friend possessed extraordinary skills and she considered him quite good in bed. The additional hocus-pocus she added to her abracadabra chants must've been all she needed to guarantee a suitable partner. His tongue twirled a little higher before retreating altogether. He whispered his version of sweet nothings against her tender folds, and the vibrations made her tingle from her head to her toes.

His tongue twirled a little higher before retreating altogether.

"Ah," she whispered. "Right there." She'd waited for something like this since she first spotted the fellow. He had a long tongue, dashing blue eyes, and a body built for sin. "Perfect," she added, thinking her choice in subjects had vastly improved.

He bumped his elbows against her knees and spread her intimate lips with a somewhat forceful touch, lapping at her juices while fingering her nice and slow. He took his time dining on her pussy, and every few seconds, he'd change the manual stimulation, pumping one or two fingers inside her slick vagina with his tongue following close behind.

She deliberately kept her orgasm at bay. She awaited the ultimate of all freefalls, hoping they would be better enjoyed.

Matilda planned for a remarkable sex fest. She hated surprises, and often, when she landed in bed with a stranger, the unknown had a way of biting her in the ass.

Casting spells on her lovers offered her the best of all worlds. She discovered unmatched bliss when she fucked the victims of her tasteless concoctions.

Matilda knew what to expect. She orchestrated the whole experience. From start to finish, she planned a delectable carnal buffet, right down to the very last thrust.

Witches enjoyed many benefits when they weren't afraid to experiment. A sexually-charged little she-devil, Matilda used her natural beauty and well-proportioned curves to entice her mortal companions. Her outer appearance offered more than enough to lure a potential bed partner who had all the right equipment to get the job done. Her requirements were simple--she wanted a man with a great body and a capable tongue.

After locating the right candidate, she zoomed in on the man's desires and her own twisted fantasies. Once she tapped those, she pulled out her trusty old spell book and waited for the mortal to grovel for her attention.

Her boy-toy grabbed her ass, bringing her closer to his accommodating mouth. Matilda arched her back in eager anticipation. The end approached. The desire continued to build. The lust was substantial, much stronger than she remembered at any other time. Ah yes, the bewitching climax of a lifetime rolled forward, marking the moment when ecstasy would claim her.

His tongue entered her center with a lazy swipe, penetrating further into her core. Yes! Yes! This was what she wanted, precisely the climax she'd planned. Only, she over-estimated her own stamina.

Witchery served no purpose if she couldn't control all situations. She'd wanted the longest foreplay in history to lead to the most intense orgasm she'd ever known. Instead, something unexpected happened. Something undesired, given the amount of time she spent hovering over the hot fire chanting out mumbo jumbo.

Grabbing a handful of thick curly hair, Matilda felt her body succumb to the pleasure. "Fuck no. Not like that! I'm coming. You...you...oh shit. Forget about it! Lick..."

Using her knees, she squeezed the daylights out of her temporary lover's head. One erotic sensation quickly followed another. One orgasm was a complete waste of time. The guy gave her a quadruple. He introduced her to a bed-rattling, mattress-quaking kind of pleasure-filled encounter that belonged in adult films.

She gained a little leverage when she placed an open palm to his bicep and pulled herself into a seated position. He glanced up, grinned, and went right back to work, licking for her entertainment like he was under the impression she'd yet to find the highest peak.

His tongue stayed with her, forging through her folds on a sensational mission. Her body trembled and jerked. She closed her eyes tightly and continued to enjoy his thoughtful concentration. His tongue slid in and out of her pussy until she felt completely exasperated by the orgasms she'd experienced and those still rolling forward to claim her. That's when she saw his image. Another man, one she'd never met before, flashed in front of her face like a recent memory.

She gasped. Her eyes flew open and she stared down the length of her body in true shock. The handsome one between her legs waggled his brows, oblivious to the world around him. No one ever credited her for picking up a smart fellow.

When the stranger had first arrived at her door, she offered him a drink. After the first sip, the handsome one was nothing more than her pawn. She didn't waste time with small talk. She rarely concerned herself with getting to know the men she took to her bed.

He kissed her mound and then trailed up her stomach, moving closer to her breasts, nibbling here and there along the way. "Everything is wonderful, right?"

Matilda thought about the man from her earlier vision. He had alabaster skin and a perfect body, completely flawless in fact, and a smile so becoming an artist could've captured his dimples on canvas and sold it for a handsome price.

"No! Everything is not okay now. Something is terribly wrong here. It's not time yet." She rolled to her side and balled her fists under her chin.

The mortal who had tongue-fucked her with such skill slapped her hip, which completely annoyed her. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You wouldn't understand," she complained, wondering if she could find more pleasure in a man with fundamental intelligence and maybe a real brain in his head.

She wanted to dismiss the sexual creature in her bed, but couldn't. His rock-hard cock pleaded for attention. With one eye keenly focused on a more pointed direction, she found more appeal in his penis and decided he offered something far too palatable to miss.

"I can't think about the future right now. Why not enjoy the pleasure while you're here for the taking, right?" Her mouth watered and she eyed her willing partner.

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind. It's not important," she retorted, rolling her eyes and straddling the man who seemed willing to stick around for more gratifying sexual adventures. She certainly wouldn't send the test subject away. In the midst of research, she tried to figure out which of her developments brought about the most satisfying conclusions.

Sliding her wet sex up and down his belly, Matilda accepted his cock in one fluid motion. Guiding him into her heat, she lowered herself over what she silently dubbed her homespun-dick and thought about the spell she'd cast. With his long cock parting her folds, the poor bastard eyed her like he didn't know what else to do, like entering her was the only task at hand.

Did she have to tell a mortal everything?

"Fuck, dumbass. Fuck!"

With a devilish grin, he placed his palm to her waist and slowly pressed forward, thrusting high several times to start them off right. He waggled his brows, bit down on his bottom lip and shot her a cool wink, a gesture suggesting he expected full praise.

Matilda found her seat quite comfortable, somewhat enjoyable, but she resisted the urge to fall completely into the act. The vision of her future mate continued to flash in front of her mind's eye and she disconnected herself from the male below her.

Without a doubt, he could satisfy her every need, but he was programmed from the start. Everything she'd thought about while mixing up the bewitching potion guaranteed an insatiable woman, or witch, a highly-concentrated cocktail.

The young gun continued to fuck her. Gripping her waist with both hands, he growled as he entered her, getting into the act far more than she had earlier when his lips locked over her clit. He thrust inside her, impaling her folds with a grind so delicious, for a moment she was lost in time.

"You like fucking Marc, yes?"

Marc? Oh yes, that was his name. Maybe she should've called out to him a few times with sentiments a man typically enjoyed. Could it be that he was hinting or possibly reminding her that he was the driving force behind her joyride?

Maybe she should've told him he only had one purpose and only one night to prove he was worthy of her. Men like Marc had such large egos. Whenever they had a cock worth riding, they somehow believed whatever they had between their legs qualified them as an endangered species.

Matilda first met Marc in a nearby club. She knew who he was because party-goers and patrons of the club--men and women--spoke of his extraordinary skills in the sack. And he was exceptionally good in bed, until, of course, she saw the image of the man who was undoubtedly destined to become her mate.

After the mental clips, her energy was zapped and even her insatiable appetite for her erect plaything disintegrated. Now, to make things worse, the fucker was coming. Apparently, he didn't believe in waiting on a woman to find her way to sweet satisfaction.

Marc's moans were loud and disturbing. He hammered into her pussy like his entire world was crumbling around them and his dick was leading the way to the other side, a whole new world that opened up through her vagina. Yes, he was that deliberate with his strokes, that forceful with his timed thrusts.

She'd arranged a quite moving experience so when he left her bed, he'd long for her for the rest of his life. No one else would ever satisfy him the way she pleased him, but for her, achieving an orgasm with another was now forever out of her reach, all because she saw the face of her future.

"Good God, yes!" he exclaimed, gripping her hips and moving in and out of her again and again. "Oh baby! This is...so good! Hot!" He continued to fill her with his size, clobbering her with his hot release and pounding inside her walls like he never planned to leave.

Matilda had enough. She was a selfish lover, and he'd done all that he could do for her, thanks to the damning appearance of a destined companion she did not want.

Marc was still enjoying himself when she rolled away from him, giving his hand a quick swipe when he reached for her. "Oh woman, what have you done to me?"

If he only knew. "You need to leave."

"Leave?" Marc yanked her back toward the bed and gave her a hearty kiss, pinching her nipple playfully. "I've never had a woman so intoxicating. I think I'm in love with you."

All right, he'd gone too far, or perhaps she had. Her spell wasn't supposed to coax out the magic words every woman wanted to hear from a man like Marc.

Matilda wasn't every woman. She was a witch with a very real problem, one that demanded her undivided attention. Yanking a silk robe from a nearby closet, she slipped her arms into the soft material and headed down the hall. Starting for her laboratory, she remembered her guest and called out her version of a goodbye: "Finish yourself off and get out."