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Weak, sniveling humans. They were only useful as a meal.

Yet, this one had made not one, but two deals with me.

She nestled deeper into the bed. Her lips parted with a small exhale.

She had caused my release with that same mouth.

My first from a human. With my prior sacrifices, one had tried to seduce me to gain her freedom, but her efforts were pathetic.

I believed it would be the same with this one.

That I would throw her into the feeding room only to retrieve her once Novareth arrived—to devour her soul.

This Little Mortal had succeeded in bringing me to release in such a short span of time, when even Novian women always took much longer to pleasure me.

But I had already decided her fate . . . and I had no plans of letting her go.