Harper The Vampire Slayer

Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer...

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In a decrepit attic of dark corners and whispering candles, a woman lays sprayed across the ground atop a pentagram symbol embroidered into the floor around her. Her eyes trailed upward towards a ceiling that could not be discerned amidst the black void above. In a low whisper she chanted a sabbath's prayer:

"Asmodeus, asmodeus, hear my call,

Find me the slayer, among them all.

I beseech a hunter to aid my quest,

One who, until sated, shall never rest."

Her siren's wail was swiftly answered, for only a moment passed before the few candles lining her room were at once caught by an ethereal wind. One that quenched them swiftly.

"My grace is not bestowed gratis, witch," bellowed a harrowing tone from the dark. Its voice reignited the once extinguished candles, each wick now harbouring an inferno upon their tips. Before her, ushered from the darkness, a large apendage stood affixed to the navy carpet where nothing had before.

Rising from her back, the witch began to approach the large dildo before her and traced a hand down its wet length. It had a warmth to it, and something of a pulse too. Her course of action was clear.

Wasting time would be an insult to the devil she invoked, so she immediately set about parting her legs and hiking her gown up above her volumptuous rear before positioning herself above the bulbous tip and sinking down upon its length.

Her moans were exaggerated and her thrusts feverish, intent on providing the show her invisible voyeur demanded of her.

It seemed her display was adequate, for a light began to eminate from the pentagram behind her, and soon a heavy, demonic, breathing tickled the back of her neck. Slowly, the witch turned her head to see the gift she had been given. As her eyes fell upon her fresh hunter, a powerful orgasm curled her toes and lips in unison.

"You'll... do splendidly. Find... the slayer," she cooed between bated breaths. The creature spared no time in waiting, fanning great wings and bursting out of the room through a window, vanishing into the night.