VLADIRA POV
What if they got married? Had a child? Ten children? What if they spent their nights together sharing a home, her cooking him food that would satisfy his human palate.
What if—what if he kissed her every time he walked in the door, told her how much he missed her throughout the day? Better yet, what if he never, ever left her to begin with?
If he spent all day, every day, looking at her and only her, accepting the pleasure she could give him over and over and over again?
She clutched a pillow to her breast and rolled around, screaming into it— partly out of frustration at emotions she couldn't comprehend, partly out of happiness for the love that she'd found.
Her feet kicked behind her excitedly, and soon she was giggling like a little girl—until she rolled off the bed.
She bumped her head on the ground, let out a grunt of surprise, and dropped the pillow, standing up straight.
Taking a breath to steady herself, she felt the air flood inside her dead, unnecessary lungs. But everything felt warmer, closer to life since she got tangled up with him.
Vladira walked over to the mirror and tapped it, then used her sharp nails to etch a subtle rune into its corner.
"Mirror on the motel wall, nestled by the bathroom stall, show the eye that serves me well, let's send slutty cunts to Hell."
Strictly speaking, the incantation wasn't necessary with the amount of power She possessed, but she was old-fashioned and liked the performance of speaking a spell aloud.
Admittedly, that one sounded less proper than most of her others. Less like a spell and more like…well, she couldn't quite say.
In any case, the spell worked.
Soon the reflection of the room behind her
disappeared as the mirror fogged over.
When it was completely covered, She reached out her hand and wiped it clean, using the sleeve of her bat hoodie.
Her heart jumped in her chest as she saw Alaric as though he was right in front of her, looking as handsome as always.
"Oh Alaric," she cooed, folding her hands by her cheek with hearts in her eyes. "You look so handsome. And just as I suspected, you aren't fucking any other women. Good job, baby!"
He couldn't hear her praises, but he looked up suddenly after grabbing something from the shelf.
A shadow appeared in the corner of the mirror's image, then grew larger. Vladira perceived that someone was approaching.
It was a woman! And a hot, young blonde, too! She snarled and her hands balled into fists at her sides as she watched.
"Maybe nothing will happen,"
She soothed herself. "Maybe the woman won't even notice him or—"
But of course she noticed him. She noticed him and even made a show of walking in the snug space behind him, rubbing her slutty boobs against his back.
She watched Alaric's expression as she did that—his eyes bulged wide and he blushed, but to his credit, when the woman started talking to him, she could tell he made every effort to dismiss her, never even properly
raising his gaze.
"That's my boy," the Countess cooed approvingly, even as her blood boiled while the woman persisted. "Tell that bitch off."
But the longer she watched the scene unfold, the more she realized the obvious truth—this world wasn't safe for Alaric.
For all his downplaying of its sexy perils, this woman was proving her right. She had to accelerate her plan.
Vladira couldn't sit on her hands and wait like a submissive house wife each night, knowing that Alaric was having hundreds of women every hour throw themselves at him.
"I'll keep you safe, baby," she murmured. "I promise—these wicked women won't get their fingers on you."
He would be so grateful when he finally tasted her love and all the treats she had to offer him.
For the security of their future together, she'd need to make sure that came to pass sooner rather than later.
She allowed last night to skate by with only a proclamation of loyalty—but it felt like Alaric was placating her rather than embracing her.
"Well, not for long," she grunted.
Tonight she would seduce him. She would give him so much love, validation, comfort, and pleasure that it physically hurt him to walk away from her.
She watched the reflection with relief to see the woman finally take the hint and walk away, instead luring some disheveled man at the counter outside by paying for his purchase.
She struggled to understand what had
just happened there.
Did she settle on seducing the homeless man? It felt… unlikely.
She wished she could direct the eye to follow the blonde, but without a castle, her magic was limited and the spell could only be used to follow a single target until it expired.
Still—the dryness of Alaric's genitals was safe and secure for now, and though a few more women passed by Alaric on his way to the counter, they seemed to only notice him for a passing second—drinking in looks with
their lustful, whorish eyes, but never actually approaching.
The Countess returned to the bed, abandoning the mirror for a moment to
process what had just transpired.
Alaric rejected a beautiful woman easily.
He even looked uncomfortable with her advances.
And while that evil harlot's attempts on his purity were troubling, the other women in the gas station were happy to let Alaric simply exist without making a pass at him.
Could it be? Might she be worried about nothing?
"No," she decided.
"I must remain vigilant. If one woman attempts to claim his seed, then at least one woman will each day. Over all the days in each year, that's three-hundred and sixty-five women. Across all those hundreds of women, he may encounter one in a moment of weakness and be forced to let her suck him off or worse."
She didn't know what she'd do if she ever walked in on something like that. Just the thought of it cast a red glow across the walls of the motel room as her aura flared and the air seemed to shudder around her.
"Tonight I must seal the deal," she decided, hugging the pillow again.
"Tonight we make love—or I'll be forced to kill us both."