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,"