
The princesses royal escape plan as a thrall
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Introduction
"You like that, my little pixie?"
She nodded as a small moan escaped her lips. She looked up, closing her eyes as I continued pinching and twisting her little nipple.
I leaned forward, biting her neck to taste her sweet blood. She moaned as I drank from her neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her body started trembling from the sensations she was feeling.
A pixie princess tries to escape her arranged marriage by becoming a vampires thrall. Will she succeed or will she be forced in a marriage with a man who killed her first love?
Chapter 1
Fang
I waited in the conference room in my mansion as creatures start pouring in I see humans, Halflings, and dwarves find their seats. I read through the papers of people who signed up for this. I was know fool they are all here for the benefits of being a thrall and most of them probably read too many romance books. I've never needed a thrall they are a statis symbol in the vampire world but I never needed one I had enough statis as the next in line but I need to find one since my brother is dying and I'll take over the throne.
I continued to watch people poor in when I spotted something unusual a small pixie flying in with long black hair that reached her knees and was wearing jeans and a long sleeve pink shirt. "What is a pixie doing here" I whispered to myself watching her take a seat in the back. I read threw the name's but none sounded like a pixie name. I decided to start calling names now that it seemed most were here "those who are absent forfeit their place to be my thrall." I said before I started reading names as read threw most people raised their hand or responded then i read a name "Misty Springs!"
"Here." A small voice in the back said.
"Misty I can't seem to see you."
A pixie then flew up and said "I'm right here."
I nodded "very well." I cleared my throat "Let's begin. In the next few days I'll be running tests on you and your blood to see if you qualify." I glanced around the room and saw nervous faces and faces of determination. "If any of you think you won't pass or don't think you have what it takes please leave now." A few nervous Halflings and humans left but no pixies "I will not be eliminating any of you today but when you are eliminated you will receive a text explaining that you will not be returning. If you are late, you'll be eliminated, and if you miss a day, you are eliminated. Do I make myself clear?" A few nervous glances shift around the room and a few murmurs of agreement star. "Good" I walked around handing out papers to each person. "I expect these to be on my desk first thing tomorrow. If you forget your eliminated. On the paper is for you to fill out so I can contact you so you can prepare for the next test." I look around and most of them were looking at their paper. "You are dismissed" I walked over to the pixie "a moment before you leave?" She looked at me nervously.
"Um... sure." She put the paper in her bag and flew up as I walked back to the front of the room.
"I'm going to be blunt about why I had you stayed. I don't think you can be my thrall. I might kill you when I mark you and it's illegal to kill a thrall so this won't work." I said trying to cut to the chase. She was clearly too small to be a thrall and I can't have that death on my hands plus their is no way she could produce enough blood to satisfy me.
"Is it because my size?" She said looking like she was trying to understand.
"Yes." I spoke with no emotion.
"I can change that, but you can't tell anyone not many pixies can and I can't have it getting out that I can." She said extremely nervous
"Prove it." I said "I am a vampire who doesn't believe what he is told without proof. If I am to let you stay I would need proof." As I finished speaking she landed then right before my eyes she slowly grew reaching my chest. I noticed she had a blue eye and a brown eye that I wasn't able to see before. She looked the same just bigger. "How much energy does it take to grow and shrink?" I asked
"Not much to grow I can't do it if I'm to weak though but shrinking takes no energy. That comes from the magic in my wings."
I nodded "then you can return tomorrow with the rest."
"Really!" She said with excitement and I gave a small nod. "Thank you so much I will try my best to fulfill your expectations." She quickly shrank and flew out the door leaving me alone with my thoughts.
"Having a pixie thrall wouldn't be so bad especially if I inherit the throw her blood will make my kingdom stronger then the rest."
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