Destruction; finally she understood her new reality. She had read many stories about the Vampires of Gol-Gunthay. Many of them reported that the blood...of the sire enslaved the child, but no report or story ever explained how it happened. Jenaya knew now. Athea had laughingly said that she was set on an emotional diet. Jenaya had listened, but neither comprehended the truth of Athea’s statement nor its range. Since Menja was feeding her Roban’s blood she hadn’t felt much of anything. There was a. .. or anyone!” she snapped.“I realise this, but do not let your pride get in the way of retrieving an item of value to you,” I replied gently.“You make it so hard to hate you, Nemesis,” she stated with a glare, a single tear falling from her left eye.“Told you before; I’m not your Nemesis, not now,” I shrugged. “You’ve done well since your release; just don’t let stubborn pride get in the way of asking for help.”“Pah! I’ll see you in two days.” She curtly dismissed me, clearly wishing to be. The worst part of it for me was sitting at the dinner table listening to him and Fran go through all that "do you remember" stuff. It was all innocent stuff like, "Remember Marge and Billy Crenshaw and the night that...", but it served to remind me that the man on the other side of the table used to sleep with my wife. Shouldn't be a biggie since I knew she had been married before when I met her. But knowing that I hadn't been there first and that I was sitting across the table from the guy who. And without him this lovely story wouldn’t be a thing.Be warned that is story contains light to moderate themes of BDSM,slight forced play,elements of voyeurism,and fetishes for large insertion and costumizationI let out a huff of air clouding the inside of my triceratops mask for a brief moment before it dissipates,expelling some of my fears as butterflies fill my stomach tightening the white scarf around my arm and smoothing down my slinky dress just to have something to fiddle with I repeat.