"To hell with men anyway, I give up" Legacy Wyndham growled out as she flung herself on her bed. After a long day at the office, where she began as legal consultant for a publishing firm. She angrily dashed a tear from her eyes, as her heard wrenched with the betrayal of the man she had been seeing for the past three months.
The previous Saturday, she had gone out with the girls, to a club, for a bit of dancing and relaxation. Lo and behold, who she spotted as she sat down for a glass of wine....Jackson.....her boyfriend....with a plain faced female who looked more like a tank then a woman. Regardless, her gaze skipped over the woman, to the man her fury was centered upon. The woman probably didn't know he was involved with someone...but Jackson knew, which was worse.
Her eyes turned to a dark hunter green color as she approached Jackson and waited for him to turn around and notice her standing there. Slowly, he turned around and noticed her there, and his eyes widened slightly.
"Well hello there Jackson, out with a friend from work?" Legacy didn't look at the other woman, but waited to hear her reaction.
"Oh hello Legacy, I didn't know you were off of work, please meet my um..fri...."
Before he got to finish, the woman interjected. "Hello I'm Cindy, Jackson's girlfriend" but she began to look confused, as she looked from the vibrant auburn haired young woman, to Jackson.
Raising a delicate brow, Legacy was determined not to cry, instead she lifted her chin slightly in defiance. Taking the woman's hand, she shook it. "Nice to meet you Cindy, I'm Jackson's......ex girlfriend as of tonight" she finished by smiling sweetly.
"Well I must be off now, my friend is waiting for me" But before leaving, Legacy, still smiling sweetly, and her eyes flashing emerald fire, bent low to whisper to Jackson. " You feel these sweetheart?" she took one of his big hands in hers and placed in upon of full breasts and continued " You will never touch these again, nor will you ever taste me ever again, have fun with her" with that, she gripped Jackson's belt and emptied her glass of wine down his pants. Smiling sweetly, she stood proudly at her small 5'1 height, flicked back her hair and walked away. Clenching her teeth in anger and hurt, she closed a small fist over her wine glass, forgetting it was there. Legacy cried out as the shards of glass cut her soft palm, but she didn't care, she continued walking until she was out of the club, her hand covered in blood.
Unbeknownst to her, a dark figure of a man had been watching her as she had confronted her boyfriend. How magnificent this little female was, Hellspawn thought to himself. He watched as her eyes flashed a dark green and her smile was as icy as an Arctic freeze. There she stood in all her glory, dark auburn hair flying wildly down her back, full round breasts heaving slightly with controlled rage......she was all fire and ice....and all woman. The scent of soft exotic perfume trailed in her wake as she walked away. Thinking back through time, Hellspawn remember that scent well when he visited the middle east.....they called that perfume oil Arabian Night. He smiled menacingly, as he foresaw the future for this male called Jackson. He envisioned a lifetime of misery with this Cindy female, as she traps him into marriage with child after child, then killing him in a jealous rage.
Hellspawn dismissed this weak human from his mind, as he walked out of the club after the vibrant young woman. His gaze dropped to the sidewalk, where she passed, noticing a drop of blood that had leaked from her palm. Leaning down slowly, Hellspawn dabbed al ong claw upon the drop, then bringing it to his lips, he closed his onyx black eyes, and tasted the deliciously sweet blood. He became intoxicated by the taste, and knew he had to possess this wild like vixen. Become intangible, his body disappeared from human view, as he trailed behind the young woman he would take tonight...
As Legacy got home, she slammed the heavy oak door behind her, and threw her purse on one of the satin apolstered settee near the wall. Locking the door behind her, she flung off her high heeled shoes, sending them flying, one landing in her cat's water dish, the other flying on the crystal chandelier in her dining room. Not caring for the moment where they land, Legacy walked quietly to her living room to check her messages, when she suddenly hit her toe at the edge of the coffee table, she fell to the floor. Holding her foot, she wondered whether she should laugh or cry at her clumsiness she was cursed with when she's angry. She rolled her eyes at herself as she noticed she split the skin behind her left baby toe, causing it to bleed. Her eyes widened in horror as she noticed the blood on her palm, Had she been so angry, she didn't see she had cut herself at the club? Groaning slightly, Legacy stood up and walked, limping to her bedroom. First thing's first, she needed to call her best friend Johanna on her cell, and tell her what happened and that she's home safe.
Dialing quickly, Legacy waited until her friend picked up.
"Hello?" Johanna's loud voice shouted at the other end.
"Hi Jo it's me Legacy, I just wanted to tell you I"m ok, I came home. I saw Jackson with some twit at the club and I dumped him, so have fun without me ok? Call me tomorrow"
"Oh God, no wonder I couldn't find you, don't do that again please, I was worried. Rest for now and we'll talk in the morning. Love you Cy." "I'm fine, bye hun". Legacy ended the call.
Noticing how tired she was, she put her cell down on the dresser, and flung herself on the bed...
Her thoughts drifting past the night's events, Legacy didn't think of cleaning wounds, and didn't notice the blood on her feet, ankle and the top of her breasts, where her hands had touched, having forgotten she bled. In the morning, she will clean her wounds, but for now, she took the black satin belt from her robe and wrapped it around her hand to staunch the flow of blood. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep, still laying on her stomach. Her right arm bend under her head to support the weight...her soft lips parted softly in a sigh, as the slumber took her deeper.....
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Hellspawn watched quietly from the shadowed corner of Legacy's room, as the little female finished her call, the flung her self on the bed, on her stomach. Hellspawn's onyx eyes lost their humor as he gazed upon her form, laying prone. She wore a white satin dress, with its off the shoulder style, and long sleeves, ending with white sheer frills. His eyes traveled lower to her arched back and rounded behind. Usually a leg man, preferring women with long legs, this little female was the exception to every rule. Her legs were not very long, befitting a woman of 5'1 but they were toned and silky. The edges of the dress, fell to her knees with the same sheer borders as her sleeves did. Her white lace garter belts held up the translucent silk stockings. His bulge increased as his gazed devoured her feminine charms. He knew that day in age, women were not as feminine as they were before, but this woman had a fiery yet innocent quality about her that totally intoxicated him..as her soft scent did. Shaking his tender thoughts, Hellspawn approached the bed, and towered above her with his massive 6'6 frame. Taking a leather strip from his doublet, Hellapawn, tied back his raven-black wild hair, exposing his square facial structure, that was darkly handsome.
Hellapawn pushed back any hesitation he had for taking this woman for his own. His black eyes lit up with hunger, as he noticed the blood stains on her feet, ankles and wrapped hand. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Hellspawn ran his hand gently up her leg, in a whispered caress, until he came into contact with her garter belts. With a long claw, her cut the bands, then ran his hands slowly down her shapely legs. One at a time, he removed the delicate stocking, and throwing them beside the bed. The young female moved slightly, but did not wake from her slumber.
Taking one small foot in his massive hand, Hellspawn leaned down to inhale the blood on her ankle and baby toe. Gently he ran his long, fifteen inch forked tongue along her ankle, wrapping around it. He tasted every drop of blood from her ankle, cleaning her. He then brought her injured foot to his mouth, taking the baby toe into his hungry lips, sucking softly upon the little toe. Closing his eyes in pleasure, his tongue curled around her cut toe, and cleansed the wound, s he lapped up her warm blood. He stopped momentarily as Legacy moved in her sleep, moaning. As she did so, her other leg moved higher up to her waist, causing her legs to part. His onyx eyes parted in desire, as he notices her white lace bikini panties she wore under her dress. His massive shaft pulsated as his eyes feasted upon the shape of her petals, her panties being wet, causing the material to cling to her womanhood. Nostrils flarring in male hunger, Hellspawn slowly placed her foot back down as he climbed up bed. Like a ghostly caress, his hands slid up her silky legs, causing her body to squirm in her sleep. Bringing her dress up as his hands slid up, her dress was now bunched at her waist, as her white lace panties were in full view to his hot gaze. Hellspawn growled low in his chest, as his eyes took in how the delicate material hugged her round behind lovingly...caressing it. These types of panties were not commonly worn today, as most women preferred thongs, yet it did nothing for him. It left nothing to the imagination; like a gift at Christmas time, unwrapped and just sitting there under the tree for the taking. It whetted a man's hungry appetite to unwrap a gift, rather then having it so easily taken and viewed right away.
Leaning down suddenly, Hellspawn parted her legs, revealing more of her womanhood from behind. Placing both his massive hands on either cheeks, he spread her gently and ran his tongue from the front of her tiny womanhood to her lower back, missing nothing in between. His long tongue lingering on her forbidden area...so delicate and sweet. Running his large hands up her arched back, Hellspawn marvelled at the silkiness of this little woman's skin. Suddenly, he came into contact with her wild mass of dark auburn hair, that fell to the middle of her back. He leaned up over her, to wrap his hands around the wild mane, and press his handsome face in the fragrant hair. Inhaling deeply, he growled deep in his chest. He was becoming inflamed by this woman.
Legacy's dark hunter green eyes flew open, as she felt the weight on her bed dip. Turning quickly, she opened her mouth to scream, when nothing came out, her body in momentary shock from the fear. Her heard pounded hard in her chest, as her gaze came into contact with a dark handsome male, huge of built. Thinking she was dreaming, she reached out a hand to touch his face, and cried out as her hand came into contact with solid flesh, no ghostly apparition.
