Sophie had to chuckle at the irony... Angers. Perhaps the absurd stream of consciousness of it all took the long way around to actually making sense, considering her reason for being in the small French town. But, looking out at the idyllic view of the town square beneath her window, it was impossible for her to imagine any possible motivation for naming this storybook hamlet, Angers.Angers, France. A hotbed of werewolf lore. In the middle-ages, suspected "werewolves" were hunted just as those accused of witchcraft. Paranoia and sup
As Sophie's took in the orgy, her eyes were drawn to the only unmoving form. The man who had been in her room earlier was there. In the midst of the constant rutting, he stood motionless, looking up at her window. He was now covered in a thin sheen of fur and he was naked. His cock stood against his belly, fully erect. Even from this distance, Sophie could see the veins and the constant twitching of the prick as he watched her.
Camilla’s POVIt was the perfect birthday in every sense, and in all the ways only the universe can give. It was a summers day in April, the first day blossom opened on the tree. It was there as I opened my curtains, a beautiful nature's gift. There was the cycle lane in town, newly marked in fresh white paint and the strangers who said they were reached by my writing, that they were helped. There was the unexpected wait for a friend that lead me into the chocolate shop, then precious time with the friend, with someone proud to be seen with me, someone who listens and cares. The evening stretches ahead, time with my three favourite people in the world,my Maman, my Papa, and my sister, Julia. Camilla and her parents got in their car and they drove to the house of Richard. Richard was her father’s business partner. Peter, her Dad, said,” You look absolutely beautiful today, honey. You don’t wear dresses but it seems like if you do then the hearts of the men and the boys are going to be trampled on soon enough.”“Daaaad,” mock shouted Camilla as she felt her cheeks aflame at her father’s comments while her mother only laughed.“Today is your day, baby, and just remember to enjoy. I have told Richard not to go over t
Bite me, Twice Chapter 9
Camilla and her parents got in their car and they drove to the house of Richard. Richard was her father’s business partner. Peter, her Dad, said,” You look absolutely beautiful today, honey. You don’t wear dresses but it seems like if you do then the hearts of the men and the boys are going to be trampled on soon enough.”“Daaaad,” mock shouted Camilla as she felt her cheeks aflame at her father’s comments while her mother only laughed.“Today is your day, baby, and just remember to enjoy. I have told Richard not to go over t
Camilla tried hard to keep her pussy from juicing even though she was tightly bound and partially in sub space. With her legs forced sensually apart with the leg spreader just the feeling of the cool air on her bare pussy was a turn on. She was so frustrated being unable to move that she felt hot tears fill her eyes once again.
Two months later"I saw that," He said to her, and she blushed deeply at having been caught. He had ordered her never to make eye contact with another man, and only with Him when He had directed her to do so. This seemed a simple rule to follow; a fair display of her modesty. And it is not only that she looks, but how she looks. Her bedroom eyes, that she knows full well she uses to seduce man, much the way she had looked at Him the first time. The look that says "oh how I would love to fuck you, even if my lips do not declare it." What point was it for her to belong to Him, if in her mind she allowed herself to belong to anyone? Betrayal only begins in the mind, and for Him that is betrayal enough. But if she so chose to act like the whore of any man than He could treat her as such."Perhaps I have been selfish with you. You obviously desire to be a whore so completely that anyone should be able to take you," He said."No, Master. No," she pleaded, in h
He lifted her over His shoulder and carried her to the table in the center of the room, laying her down on her back; and with that He requested the help of four men to hold her down. They pinned her at each shoulder and pressed her knees apart, baring her sex to the view of the room; and at this time everyone had quieted to watch her punishment begin.She could not move, and this was shameful in that she could not even be proud in her desire to submit to her punishment, because if restricted what choice did she have? But soon she would learn this was in fact a mercy on His part.But no, he was not so merciful as to solely punish this girl without sharing her offense with the crowd, and now she was surrounded by the disapproving noises and hard glares from many in the room, and again she was crying but even so she knew she should not cry for what they thought of her, and this is why she was here in the first place. Only His opinion should matter, and had she act
Percival had just risen from his sleep. Despite of what lores spoke and said that vampires did and did not, they might have slept in coffins earlier but now, they did not. He rose with a slight sensation of fear that chilled him even more than usual. This was not something that happened to him every single evening that he woke up when the sun set down.The dusk comes as a promise of starlight, of those brilliant pearls of the nighttime that sit as if cushioned upon pure black velvet. Dusk comes to bring us moonlight, to the time of reflection upon the day passed and awaiting day to be renewed by the light of the sun. It is when the birds sing goodnight until the stars bid them to dream under-wing. Each hue deepens in noble solemnity, finding unity in the night.The trees are crazy silhouettes against a newly silver sky, its blue hue almost gone until dawn. Their branches sway in the wind, creaking into the gusting air. The first sound of the nocturnal animals comes, a
Give me that dawn declared by the cockerel's calling, give me the moments that stretch out with each stirring of leaf and grassy wand. For then on that farm, cozy with dreams that fly through the rafters to the sky above, I can awake and keep my dreams with me until the stars return once more. The sky was a billion pure eyes of light and the grass green underfoot, it was as if night and day had become one beautiful moment. Dawn had come.Camilla had woken up in the morning just before dawn like she had been trained all these months. She should not be feeling happy but she was slightly more excited that today Master was going to take her down to the Pack House where she was going to stay. He had told her that she had been trained well enough so that she could hold on her own. He had also said that the full moon night was supposed to be a very beautiful night of joining his pack family. So Camilla cleaned the house and then cooked breakfast just like Master Alpha