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_unnatural_," my
wife complained. I was surprised. I mean, didn't Madoka Ozawa bite both Kelly and
Michelle during the night?
"You bit them, too," I said, turning my memories into words.
"Is different. I bite women for female slaves, not lovers. My bite is
not orgasmic," Madoka Ozawa explained. I could hear the frustration growing in her
voice. "I do not want sex with women. Is not normal." Madoka Ozawa spat the words
out.
"Are you telling me that being a vampire is a normal thing, too?" I shot
back. We were on our way to our first marital disagreement. I couldn't
believe I was listening to a 100-year old vampire talk about natural and
unnatural.
"Would you let one of my male slaves service you?" Madoka Ozawa retorted. I hadn't
even remotely considered the possibility. Madoka Ozawa saw the expression on my face.
"There, you see? Is not problem until you are asked same thing. Now you
know how I feel," Madoka Ozawa said, eyes brown, but blazing nonetheless.
I capitulated and tried to make amends. "You're right. I'm sorry. If
you don't want me to see them again, I won't. You are my wife, and I love
you. I'd hate to do anything that would destroy our relationship." My tone
was pleading, conciliatory.
Victoria was noticeably colder to me the rest of the night. I left our
bed as Madoka Ozawa lay unresponsi
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