SAVAGE PASSION

Red Rose"

nectar caused by the mastery he had just performed on my body

re as from from being men as any could be. Whether you like it or not, e

d his finger out of my mouth, r

ole." He then moved his wet finger to the entrance of my anus. He pressed hard enough to apply pr

, Glenn repositioned his member at my pussy and began to press

urt me,"

y sacrifice. This wil

of my hole was unbearable yet tantalizing at the same time. Pain and pleasure. Deep-rooted shame, but hidden desires emerging. The rest of the men stood at a distance and watched as Glenn stole my innocent grace. Moa

to avoid watching the other men's stares. I wanted to sacrifice my outer being to save my soul. But at the same time, I also wanted to push my hips back to m

t be so...it was my own body that did. My eyes closed and opened as Glenn drove into me. Each time my eyelids fluttered open, I would stare into one of the other men's eyes. I don't know why I did

ets of amber eyes

thrust, a deep, loud growl erupted from the sinister being behind me-so loud, so powerful, so dominating. Claimed. Claimed by the animal hidden in a man's skin. But something happened to me as Glenn pulled his cock from my still-quivering pussy. I didn't

rise in cloaked silence. And I would be the fragile rose but with thorns so sharp that I would shred their inner beings without them ever seeing me coming. This would be my silent vow.I pulled my knees to my chest to try to retain some o

with their fangs and claws? calms before me put the gown over my head and dressed me as a father would a child. The amber in

eling before me. I shook in fear but also because the throbbing caused by the claim

anything, or tell you the lies you want to hear to make yourself feel better. I can't make the darkness go away. But you still need to

he men said as he approached us after fetching

taring at me with the same hu

e will most def

ri

s I burrowed further down into the

n't a r

tely regretting it the moment the strong wine hit my empty stomach. Sputtering and coughing, I only

d gi

The floors were covered in thatch with large piles of furs in different shades of brown and gray stacked in haphazard piles. I watched in anxious silence as they built up a large fire, chasing away the cold darkness. Each was crouched down on their haunches, tearing through the contents of the basket, eati

al skins and fur to cover his frame. I shifted my hips and winced from the soreness between my legs. Certain I h

ed?" he asked. His voice was low and hoarse. His words are h

"My birth name is Angelika Ro

d R

prehend what was happening. I felt a distant numbness as if all that was occurring was happening to some other poor girl, not me. No. I was stil

from his hand and drained what was left, welcoming the hazy feeli

now that," s

o appease us, and now they send us one with hair the color of

ble the village has finally learned a way to break the curse?" The others snorted i

fire. Swinging my arm in an arch, the bottle held loosely in my grasp, I began to laugh. "They don't care about you, and they really, really

s! How much did you g

dregs of one bottle

man her size can't ha

ries since I've been arou

ull height, towering over me as he placed his hands on my shoulders to steady my swaying frame. "You! You!" I accused as I

ms. Another of the men approached me and pried the wine bottle

prehend what was happening. I felt a distant numbness as if all that was occurring was happening to some other poor girl, not me. No. I was stil

ed my head against his shoulder as he carried me deeper into the cave. Lowering me to the ground, he once mo

fear tomorrow will not

et the sweet oblivion

sti

le

reeks of

still

should do the same. We are cursed to roam th

why this lass has been sent to us. Some expl

f the fates, I am taking the lass

the collar of my tattered gown and inhale. True, I smelled a bit li

is time

Red Rose,"

ver I call you. Now

man-wolf out of the cave. As the night before, the fire still burned brightly in the hazy morning light. The rest of the

er

nd carved spoons on a straw mat. Giving the porridge in the pot a stir, I began to slowly ladle out

led to see all five men digging into the hot porridge with their bare hands. Once again they were grunting in pleasure as they had done with the cakes the night before. Noticing my regard, one of them stopp

did the same. Then all eyes turned to me. Slowly, I lifted the spoon and sampled the porridge, watching a

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