HOUSEHOLD

3 Strange things are happening

Kyra

Alex closed the door of my bedroom after we had entered. I get closer to him, touching his warm sensitive skin and in no time he had an erection.

I grasp him by his steel hard shaft. Not gentle but violently.

“Entertain me.” Releasing him, I laid on my comfortable king-size bed.

Reaching for some body-oil on my dresser, Alex greased his palms. Oiled his body for a few minutes before starting to stimulate his genital while looking me in the eyes with those dirty brown sexy eyes of his. Sending shiver down to my lady part.

I opened my legs wide, so he could see my beautiful dark pink uniquely designed heaven. Using my index finger to stimulate my c******s while playing with my n*****s with my other hand. Arousing him even more.

I inserted a single finger inside my tightly fit dripping wet area which seared heat all over me.

“Do you wish to f**k me?” I sound more angry than seductive. I can’t help acting cold towards everything or anyone. It’s in my nature, my bloodlines to act that way. Even when I’m highly aroused.

“Oh yes,” Alex stroked even harder than before.

“Maybe some other time.” I was now standing behind him. My hands on his shaft, moving up and down. And he loved every minute of it.

Soon, I could feel him grow tense in my arms. His chest and glutes tighten upon reaching his climax.

“Oh hell Yeah!!!” That’s what Alex uttered as his little minions came shooting from his rifle, soiling the floor of my bedroom.

“Did you enjoy that?” My voice was like that of a venomous snake against his right ear, so he couldn’t help quivering.

“I did my lady,” Alex breathes noisily. “What about you my lady? Did I amuse you?”

“You would be dead if you didn’t,” I responded stone-cold. “Now go get yourself clean.”

Alex lowered his head, then left my room to go do has I instructed and I went to the bathroom to complete my bath.

As I exited the shower, I used a towel to dry my hair. Tossed it aside on the bed the minute I was finished with it, and walk into my closet, which was the size of a clothes store.

The first thing I did was put on a black tong, with a matching bra. My eyes then scanned the line of mannequins clothed with casual wears. There is so much clothing it’s very difficult for me to choose what to put on.

Fuck it, I selected the blue denim shorts and a black crop top because they were the closest to me. From my fifty pairs of high top sneakers, I choose the white one to put on.

I looked like a twenty-first century young adult in these flimsy clothings.

Afterwards, I stand before a large mirror, combing my hair.

Damn it. I’m bored cooped up in this big old house all the time. Having nothing to do, but s*x and read books.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy doing them both. However, I’m desperate for something a little different. Something I’ve never experienced. Something exciting.

But what?

Then it popped into my head or rather it was as if someone or something whispered it in my ears. That I should go to the most famous café in Lucas Vale, West Café to enjoy a drink of my favourite strawberry chocolate smoothie. I didn’t question it because that sounds like a fantastic idea.

Eyes pierce me from every direction, as I entered the West Café. This is what occurs every time I come here. Every time I go anywhere in this boring town.

These men can never get tired of admiring my beauty. Especially the young boys. But I don’t mind. Which woman doesn’t like being the centre of all the boy’s attention. This girl.

There was also a few hating bitches, gossiping about me no doubt. I know they secretly wish they were me.

Anyway, I ordered my favourite beverage. A large cup of strawberry smoothie from the male waiter, who is flustered by my presence. I doubt the poor thing heard me, since he was staring at me as if he was losing his mind.

Like I thought, he didn’t hear me. Therefore, I had to repeat my order, which he slowly jotted down on his notepad then leave.

My heart suddenly starts pounding fast, and this was strange. Something frightening was approaching and all my senses were on high alert. I’ve never felt this sensation from anyone.

Is it an elder royal?

No, it can’t be.

No elder royal have the power to make me, the ice queen so edgy. Not even my father the Ice King.

I walked to the door hoping to meet the owner of this incredible, oppressive energy. And as I near the door, it opened. Something bumping into me.

Even with my excellent perceptive skills, I couldn’t sense that this human was entering. And that was not the only thing that surprised me.

When the human male and I make physical contact, I feel a strong wave of energy surges through me. Paralysing me. But only for a few seconds. I’m confused by how this happened.

I looked at his handsome face, making eye contact with those innocent yet bewitching bright brown eyes and felt a prickling sensation all over my skin. I felt uneasy, anxious. Like I was being devoured by him and I don’t like this one bit.

The young man, on the other hand, was captivated by my beauty. No surprised there. And the way he was looking at me as if I was the only girl in the world. Like I was the source of all his happiness, his desires and dreams. Made me feel something I’ve never felt before.

Something that I’ve never felt for any man whether human or vampire, and that’s affection.

What the hell is going on with me?

I saw his lips moving, but I heard nothing he said. These new-found emotions he awakened within me overwhelm me.

Was I experiencing love for the first time in my eternal life? For a human at that?

No, this can’t be possible. I’m incapable of feeling most emotions. Fear and love top that list, but my solid frozen heart felt as if it was slowly defrosting.

Who is this child? And why does he affect me so greatly?

I looked him from head to toe in a cold way no doubt.

Just so you know, I’m incapable of expressing what I feel on my face. So even if I get angry for example. The only physical signs, is when my hair and eyes change colour. My face is like that of a statue, unchangeable.

Anyway, he’s of a dark and beautiful complexion. Highly faded hair. Dressed in ragged old clothes. And those shoes seemed as if he was wearing it his entire life.

I wanted to stay and explore more about him. To learn why he affects me so much, but I panicked. Though it didn’t express on my cold face. I walk off without looking back. I wouldn’t dare look back, because I’ll definitely be consumed if I do and that frightens me.