"Tests?" Nazmi asked slowly.
The Prince nodded. He was still knelt in front of her, his hand on her wrists.
"You've got a beating heart," he observed, narrowing his eyes. "Which means you are definitely not a vampire, and not any other kind of undead creature."
Nazmi took her wrist away from him and glared. "So what? Fine, I'm not a vampire. I'm just a sickly human, terminally ill. It's why I have no aura."
"The rhythm is very faint," he said.
Even though she had just retracted her hand, he grabbed it again. His grip was strong and she couldn't free herself again even using all of her strength.
Prince Samir pulled it toward himself and faced her palm upward. He brought the exposed flesh toward his face and opened his mouth, exposing his long white fangs.
The two sat there, kneeling on the sandy floor. After a few awkward moments sitting in that position, the vampire's brows knit in frustration. He released her small hand and threw it away from him.
Prince Samir looked at her disdainfully. "You're not human."
"Aren't I?" Nazmi asked boredly.
"You aren't."
She rolled her eyes. "Then what am I, your highness?"
"A nymph. I can tell." Prince Samir's golden orange eyes threatened her. That if she lied again, she would surely lose her life.
Nazmi started to panic. She hadn't felt such genuine fear in a very long time. Time was running out, she needed to try and execute her plan before it was too late – but she swallowed the fear inside her to avoid blowing her cover.
"How can you be so sure?" Nazmi laughed. Unfortunately for him, aside from having a lot to hide, playing with fire was her favorite activity. "Is it because you can't bite me?"
His dark skin and glowing eyes looked beautiful in the dim lighting; such an ethereal and lovely appearance wasn't befitting of a vile monster like a vampire, Nazmi thought to herself. How unfortunate.
The vampire hummed in agreement. "I would have ripped your skin and devoured your ichor the moment I saw you if it weren't stopping me."
"You could always just kill me and drink my blood that way," she said with a sarcastic smile. "Barbaric, yes, but it seems you and your kind prefer it that way. I'd say you're animals, but that would be too cruel a comparison. Animals could never be as disgusting as you."
"You've got a sharp tongue for someone who hails from a race of pacifists," he replied. "Let's see how long you can keep it up. I've no interest in killing you quickly."
He wasn't giving her any openings to pop open her nosbene pill and make him breathe it in on accident. She was growing frustrated and stressed, her time was running out.
Suddenly, as she glared silently into his eyes, an idea came to her.
What if she forced him to swallow it?
As if giving her the perfect opportunity to execute her new plan, Samir grabbed her by the neck and threw her onto the ground once again.
A dry laugh erupted from his chest as he continued to look down at her. "How did you even escape? I thought all of the nymphs were killed, or sold as slaves. You look a bit young to be one of those, too."
Nazmi leaned over and feigned a coughing fit. While her head was tilted down, she grabbed the nosbene pill from a small pocket within her dress and quickly popped it into her own mouth.
She turned to face him, her light sage eyes burning with determination. Nazmi sat up and, as quickly as she could, threw herself into his arms. The nymph pressed her mouth to his and spit the pill into the back of his mouth. It nearly went directly down his throat.
Prince Samir was taken by complete surprise. The momentum of her leap was strong enough to make him lose his balance.
This time, he was the one who fell backward onto his ass.
Unfortunately, once he felt the pill spit into his mouth, he pulled her by the front of her dress. She fell with him, landing in his lap. He kept their lips in contact, and then turned this act of belligerence into an actual kiss.
He forcefully invaded her mouth with his tongue.
To Nazmi's dismay, she couldn't pull away – and it was too late to try.
Samir wouldn't have been able to spit it out because of how deep it was, but he had thought quickly enough to keep the pill in the back of his throat without swallowing. This meant that the pill was dissolving into his mouth and mixing with his saliva… which he was forcing into Nazmi's mouth with the deep, bordering sensual, kiss.
He looked equally as disgusted that they were engaged in something so sickening as a kiss.
She banged on his chest with her fists to try and make her release him, but it was too late.
The nosbene had already started taking its effect on both of them. His arms slowly stopped supporting him and he tipped backward, landing on his back. Nazmi, also having lost her ability to move, couldn't stop herself and ended up falling with him as he fell.
She landed with her face still planted firmly on his, their lips interlocked. Her legs were straddling him in this new position, and her dress had slipped up her thighs with the force of movement. It was revealing the edges of her underwear, and she could feel the coolness on her legs.
Neither of them could move anything except their eyes.
Nazmi glared at him with rage and frustration. She had failed her one and only foreseeable attempt at assassinating him. Instead of cutting off his head, she found herself making out with him on the desert floor. They were mouth-to-mouth, chest-to-chest, and she was totally sitting on his dick.
How could an attempt on someone's life go so horribly wrong?
The worst part was that after the initial shock and horror, Nazmi didn't find herself completely disgusted by the contact. Despite their bodies both being cool, when pressed together there was a small amount of warmth that had started to generate.
He was looking back at her with eyes equally as enraged. Nazmi wasn't sure if she was just imagining it, but it looked like he was also a little distressed.
'What could possib-' she had started to think, but was interrupted.
Beneath her crotch and lower belly she felt something hardening. Her sage eyes widened in shock.
He was actually turned on? At a time like this?!
'Well, it's not really a bad feeling…' Nazmi found herself thinking. 'What?! No! It's awful!'
Prince Samir's dark hair spilled all over the sand beneath them. He still looked just as angry, but was obviously frustrated at his body's reaction.
Nazmi had mixed up a very potent mixture of the nosbene, and she was beginning to feel like her initial guess of a few minutes was a complete underestimation.
Before she could deliberate further, she heard a voice entering the tent. Nazmi felt relieved that maybe there would be someone to help separate them so they could both stop feeling whatever it was that was going on.
"Your Highness! I just received a re-"
The young vampire soldier stopped in his tracks. His commanding general was laying on the dirt floor with their captive laying on top of him… and they were kissing?!
Not only that, but it looked like her dress was up, and both of them had entirely removed their headdresses.
"Oh, my Gods! I'm so sorry my lord!" He cried before hurrying out from whence he came.