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Realizing that I might be falling for a man I barely know.
I still can’t believe I let him drink from me last night.
Fuck my brains out? Abso-fucking-lutely!
Eat my pussy? Bring it, baby!
Drink my blood? Uhm...
Why does that suddenly feel far more intimate than the rest?
And I remember telling him to do it. No, wait. I commanded him. Who the fuck knows why I wanted that so badly. Thinking back, I remember the euphoric feeling. I was flying sky-high and riding the waves of an epic orgasm. Like earth-shattering.
But I also remember seconds before. When he was hesitant. He was polite and kept asking if I was sure.
The thought makes me laugh a little. He had no such hesitations about deep-dicking me in the hallway. In fact, I think we might have had an audience at one point. Not that I cared in the least. Let them watch.
My turbulent emotions were beginning to give me whiplash. I slowly work my way up and move to my bedroom. I have the day off work--thank the Gods--so I will change clothes and just laze around. Probably ice my poor feet. Maybe do a little daydreaming about a certain hunky vampire with a magickal cock.
When I’m merely feet away from my bedroom door, a scent hits my nose that has my hackles rising. It reminds me of leather and... copper? No, blood. That’s not the smell of anyone who should be in my home.
Sidestepping, I go on the defense and carefully slip a hand into the drawer of my console table, and pull out the athame I keep stashed in there. As far as weapons go, it’s not a terrible choice. Although, the fingers of my other hand are already poised to snap at a moment’s notice. And since we are on my turf right now, I have a bottomless well of supplies to draw from.
I creep into my bedroom but see nothing. I certainly smell it stronger in here though. Someone was in my room, and if I had to wager a guess based on the unique aroma, I would say it was a Ruby. Why the fuck would the only other coven of witches in town have any interest in me?
Our covens are friendly and share equal members on the elder council. We mingle all of the time, although we do refrain from mating across as that would dilute and scramble our progeny’s magickal abilities. Hell, most of the time when there were events and parties growing up, you never actually knew who was a Ruby and who was a Snap.
As an adult now, I can see how there might be some strain. Snaps draw magick from the elements and while we have to have ‘ingredients’ to work our magicks, we are gifted with stronger abilities in home and life-giving. There has never been a Snap that was born infertile. We take care of the Mother and she takes care of us.
That is not the same as those weird human hippies though. We don’t talk to plants and we value life, but as a para, most of us rarely blink at taking life as well.
Rubies, on the other hand, don’t pull from nature. In fact, they can manifest anything they want… if they pay the price. As the name would suggest, a Ruby makes an offering in blood. Bigger spells, mean more blood. Thankfully they can’t just sacrifice anyone all willy-nilly to do as much magick as they’d like to. The only way they can use blood that isn’t their own in their own spell work is if the blood is from kin.
Thankfully, that type of magick isn’t really practiced or promoted. You have what you can provide, and that’s it. No borrowing magick.
My inner library of facts runs away from me in my confusion as to fucking why someone was in my house.
I don’t even really know any Rubies that well.
And why the fuck am I checking behind the door?!
Ok, deep breath, Ginger. Now is not the time to spiral.
Working my way around the tiny house, I discover that the strongest scent is coming from my bedroom.
Why? Why my fucking bedroom? That is just creepy.
I start walking all over the room and even press my nose right on the damn bed. I don’t know if it makes me feel better or worse that the scent isn’t stronger in any one specific place. There is also no other evidence of someone having been here.
The whole situation makes me feel itchy as fuck. I look around for my phone trying to remember where I left it before the party last night, when I hear the front door handle jiggle a little.
Sucking in a breath, I grab the athame I had tossed on the bed and square my shoulders. I am a little shocked those fuckers have come back, not that I understand what they came back for. Unless… are they trying to kidnap me?
I mean, that might be a little kinky depending on who it is. Of course, my brain chooses that moment to somehow forget all men in existence except the one whose bed I wrecked last night.
No!
Bad Ginger!
