Whispers of a cursed love

li

ck. Lashes fluttering above big beautiful blue eyes, full red lips that seemed to have been emphasized. She's wearing a sleeveless white robe. Her fair bo

she makes her way to my bed. She part

r voice is breathy. I can smell

thes" I growl, my

lust increases as my eyes roam her body. Her skin is a smooth milky color. I imagined what they would look like, and blushed. Her hand

y time on foreplay. She's already wet as my excited member probes her entrance. She yelps, groans, and breath

just the pleasure I feel. I do not know who or what is beneath me. Emilia's cries fade away. I could hear it in my thoughts but not in my head

ment of what I'd just done again. It's almost as if my eyes a

ce is ashen. There's blood seeping from a wound on her neck. Her milky white ski

inutes before I breathe in deeply, pick up a towel, and drape it around my waist. I

nt the dead body out of my room and I want to soak myself in cold water. I turn back in, sit on one of

s are fixed on the floor and she's fidgeting. She's human. With the way sh

e in the room to hear. The scullery maid is shivering now. It's my fav

him. He is standing by the door with some of th

e was nervous. I could feel it and it was amusing. He was the closest per

unt satisfactorily, rise, and make my way to the bath. It's a clear room on the left

ood stains on my claws and fur. I force myself and turn my arms back to their human form. I feel anger at what I'd just done. Emil

remember the first time it happened, I was confused. It was

th is exhausted and I wish to just disappe

away and it feels like I'm all alone. I raise my bloodied hands and look at them through th

the water. I feel fascinated by the way the water moves, taking the blood with it

inutes before I hear footsteps. They are soft,

and anxiety. I wonder who appointed such a nosey maid to me. Serva

up. I raise my head from the water and give

he scrabbles out of the bath, almost slipping.

problem, my l

d that maid and get me someone experienced,"