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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3
Fairy Tale

“Un basm.” A fairy tale.

Those were the words the low voice whispered to the dark roof of the bed's canopy.

The voice came from a form on the bed, a very nude man, and he was in a very comfortable and very large bed, with the bed clothes folded away, and a very nude woman passed out beside him. A single lamp nearby allowed some light, but it was still dim for an average person.

Vlad Dalca could not find very much comfort in this comfortable bed, beside this comfortable woman, this woman he didn't even try to hold. There was a good couple of inches between them. His great chest heaved up in a sigh. The woman made a soft little noise in her sleep.

The woman was actually someone's wife, a trophy wife of some older man she didn't really like. Vlad turned his body on his side to look at her. He didn't find a fault with her, except that she wasn't who he wanted. He didn't find any fault at all with the fact that she didn't love love her husband. He did not find a fault with her husband for taking a young woman he didn't really love, merely lusted after, and claimed her as a wife. He didn't find a fault with her personality, her physical appearance, her scents … she … she just wasn't …

At least she was unfashionably pale, and she had dark eyes, and a lovely healthy figure that wasn't thin and wasn't very large … and dark eyes … innocently dark … like the earth …

“Ochii ei.” Her eyes.

Sad, sweet, funny, lovely eyes.

He gripped the woman's shoulder and pulled her to him. She woke up, blinked her eyes a few times, and then gave him a very greedy look, with a demon's smile.

“Ești un basm fată,” he whispered to her. You're a fairy tale maiden.

She had no idea what he was saying, and didn't ask. She had always been assuming he'd been saying graphically sexual things about her, and she liked it.

He pretended she was just a bit younger, just a bit more innocent, a little bit shorter … pretended she didn't have a demon smile, but instead a maiden's smile.

He pressed his hand between her thighs and teased the flesh there, watching her flesh redden, moving his eyes up to admire the lifting movements of her breasts as she panted. They were a bit too big for his tastes, but he imagined they were a little smaller, not too small of course. He pressed a fingertip against her hot little bud and made little circles.

“Destul de puțin virgină.” Pretty little virgin.

He spoke softly, but with such yearning that he could imagine this was a certain pretty little virgin he knew of. Well, she was probably a virgin. Had to be. Oh, she'd better be … Nothing he could do if she wasn't, though … no no let's not ruin the fantasy.

She was yelping out sharp “ohs” and gripping the sheet beneath her.

“Vrei să înveți ceea ce este placerea, mica printesa?” Do you want to learn what pleasure is, little princess?

Maybe she could guess what printesa meant, but he didn't care. He just pressed two fingers inside, mindful of his dull but still long fingernails, and pressed and pumped and played with her. Moisture oozed out onto his fingers, as expected. The woman's toes curled. Her toenails were delicately groomed and painted green, which was cute, but not cute enough for him at this moment.

She moaned out how she wanted him to fuck her like an animal, how she was all ready and hot … he liked the word fuck. It was hilarious. It sounded dirty and benign at the same time. He didn't want to hear Lydia say it, though, at least not with him.

“Please … ooh fuck me … God ...” the woman cooed.

So Vlad gripped his shaft and pushed into the woman, and then he took her wrists and held them above her head. As he kept pressing in and out, he grunted and hissed and growled.

“Eu voi fi tot ce vrei sa fie, o scumpa mea. Draga mea.” I will be everything you want me to be, my Precious One. My Darling.

“Yeah … yeah yeah yeah yeah ...”

She still had no idea.

He pressed his hand against her mouth. He really did not wish to hear her vulgar voice. It was too old for his current tastes. She didn't seem to mind.

“Se simte ciudat și noi? Trebuie să fi uitat.” Does it feel strange and new? You must have forgotten.

He pushed a little faster and laughed at her eyes, imagining they were afraid looking eyes. Innocent dark eyes … afraid of all these feelings … afraid … but soon will know ...

The woman under him closed her eyes after a moment and released a muffled scream, but he didn't stop. He didn't think he could stop at that moment. He just kept going. He was too preoccupied to stop.

She had no idea.

***

“Did you hear about the body found in Winter River?” Lydia asked her parents at the breakfast table the following morning. “A guy was found with his throat ripped out, drained of blood, and his penis chopped off.”

Charles and Delia stopped eating and stared at her.

Lydia shrugged. “Well, I know that's not proper breakfast conversation, but I just read about it and wanted to share. He was a suspect in a rape case.”

Shaking his head, Charles said, “Never before have I wanted a man to be guilty of rape, otherwise this would be horrifying.”

Delia sipped at her coffee and murmured, “I wonder how his throat was ripped out.”

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A few hours later, Beetlejuice was laughing his ass off on his moth-eaten sofa in his gaudy and filfhy house. Lydia stood before him, looking really surprised.

“This is serious. A guy got murdered!”

He slapped his knee and beamed up at the young woman. “Queen of the Vampires! I told you! He must've done something she didn't like.”

“Like?” Lydia tilted her head a bit. She really wanted to know.

“Well, you said he was a suspected rapist? Likely he was guilty. She doesn't like rapists. She either killed him herself or got one of her babies to do it.”

“Babies?”

Beetlejuice laughed again. “Vampires. They're her babies!”

Lydia rubber her temple with her fingers. “So this crime might go unsolved,” she said with a flat tone.

“Any crime can go unsolved when the Queen is in town!”

“That ...” Lydia's body froze for a moment. “That … that's creepy.”

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