Page 6 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Oh sweet girl, yes.”

Her eyes were wide in horror. “Countess Bathory, please.”

“Please?” My voice mocked hers. “Now you wish to be polite?”

“I… I’ll do anything.”

My head fell back as I laughed. “Darling, you already are.”

I placed the blade at her neck and watched as Jon went around behind her. His hands groped her breasts, and he ground his hips at her back. He wet his finger in her blood and traced it down to her pussy, shoving his finger in.

Her pretty little mouth fell open in a moan, and she barely struggled against my servants’ hands, panting with each pump of his hand.

“Look who’s a little slut?” I popped the t on the last word and traced the blade of the dagger along my body, delighting in the slight pain I caused myself. “Is her heart pumping hard?” I licked my lips.

He winked at me. “She’s ready.”

I stepped closer, feeling her flesh against mine. I gave a nod, and he yanked her head back hard, allowing me to slice through her neck swiftly. “At daluku nue, usthai enca ciili hisii!”

Her blood pumped out between us. Together Dorotya, Ilona and Jon lifted her, allowing me to bathe in her warm, sticky life force. My dagger clattered to the ground as I rubbed it in, over my breasts, between my legs, and over my face.

The metallic scent made sense now, and my mouth watered, craving more. They watched as I enjoyed this sweet gift, even as I masturbated, spreading her blood on my vagina. My spell to stay youthful worked all over my body and when no blood ran from her; the girls carried her to a cell in the back and Jon stepped closer to me.

“Here you’re an adult. Back there, you are a child.”

“And?” I reached out, grabbing his cock in my bloody hands. It throbbed between my palms and I stroked it, delighting in the pleasure he received from it.

A loud clapping snapped me back to my body, and I felt wet. My hands moved to my face and came away covered in sweat. Not blood.

Holy shit! I was… no. I AM Elizabeth Bathory.

Chapter Two

Anna

My heart pounded in my chest, and my head spun. I wanted to be horrified by what I saw, but my body hummed in excitement.

All around me were murmurs of joy and people sharing their experiences. Gran and mom looked at me, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe.

What do I tell them?

I scanned the room to find Jon. He motioned to the hallway beside him and then disappeared down it. My hands were clutching my chest, holding my beating heart, willing it to slow down.

I glanced back over to mom and Gran and they were both smiling and holding hands, talking. I motioned to the hall where the bathrooms were and they both gave me an understanding nod. My legs felt like rubber as I stood up and rushed over to the hall.

My steps slowed when I didn’t see him anywhere, and I turned my back to the janitor’s door. “Jon?”

The door whooshed open, and arms pulled me inside before closing the door for privacy. “My beautiful Countess.”

My mouth opened slightly, and I gasped. “It was real.”

His large hands cupped my face tenderly. “Absolutely.”

“We know each other?” I nodded as a warmth traveled through my body. The urge to go to him and wrap my arms around him grew stronger by the second. “You don’t feel like a stranger to me.”

“I’m not.” He dropped to his knees. “I’ve been your humble servant for centuries.”

I stared at him on the floor, and my hands trembled as I cupped his face and lifted it for examination. His skin had no blemishes, no flaws I could find, and felt like satin beneath my fingertips. His green eyes were unusually green, like peridot gems that had just been polished but had veins of gold in them.

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