Karen He left. She watched Xavier slide out of her room while she was still lying on the bed, disheveled, naked, and in pain. She didn't fully understand her body's reaction to him, but there was no denying how her body reacted to him, how her heart raced when Xavier was near her, or the tingling of her breasts, her hardened nipples, and the embarrassing wetness between her thighs. She wanted him with a woman's passion and Xavier had just said that he wanted her too. "I have the same desire as you," he said, and her heart raced as his words echoed through her mind, remembering how deep and raspy his voice had been when filled with passion. Karenina shivered at the memory and then Helga rushed in, being very polite as she entered. "Luna," Helga bowed respectfully and waited for her orders. Blushing, she sat down and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling very embarrassed in front of her servant and friend. She felt humiliated to be caught in such a position with him. Xavier. Sh
Karen She followed him cautiously, nervous but curious about the direction he would take. His hand on her back felt like a burning ember, sending warm sensations through her sensitive skin. They walked leisurely through the corridors, but Karen couldn't stop focusing on the hand on her back. She didn't even notice where they were going until they reached the main doors. These doors, large and ornate, were intimidating. The guards standing in front of the gate gave a deep salute as the couple passed and opened the door with sincere respect. Once outside, he finally stopped, still without a word. His arm slipped gently around her shoulder, noting the wound on her shoulder. With a gentle touch, he pressed on her injured shoulder, careful not to cause pain. She felt her body begin to float, like the unforgettable sensation of floating in the air she had once experienced with him. Her clothes rustled in the cool night breeze, the moon shining brightly in the dark sky. Karen looked up at
Xavier He slowly picked her up, forcing her to walk backwards. His hold on her kept her from stumbling. His hands gripped her shoulders, clutching the fabric in his hands as her back hit the tree trunk and she gasped, unknowingly allowing him into her mouth. He dominated the kiss, quickly mastering her mouth, all her senses, and all she could do was hold on to him. She felt a hand go to her hip and another slide down her cheek, down to her jaw to scrape its nails gently against her neck, making her shiver with pleasure, a small moan escaping her lips to be caught by his mouth. He devoured her and she let him. She felt him move closer, his chest pressed against hers, making her breasts ache and full. She gasped at the intimate contact, burning as the hand on her neck caressed her collarbone before sliding down through her clothing to her chest. Her nipples hardened instantly in his palms as he moved his hands in rough motions over her breasts, stimulating her nipples. She kissed him
Carolina She opened her eyes slowly, slowly fighting the blur that enveloped her vision. Eventually, the wooden ceiling above her became clearer. Taking in her surroundings, she realized that she was lying on a low bed with a rather musty dress covering her like a blanket. As she tilted her head to see more of the cramped room she was in, she realized how weak she was. Even moving her head felt like an effort, and all of her limbs felt limp and heavy. A creaking sound from the floor nearby made her turn her head towards it, and there she saw a very strange girl standing at the entrance of the small room where she was lying. Carolina assumed it was a little girl, but it was unlike any child she had ever seen. The girl's face was covered in horrible scars, with striking differences in skin color in places. Her eyes were mismatched, one brown and one blue, the blue slightly larger than the brown, both staring at her. One of her arms looked too long for her body, stretched out to touch
Rylan He was awakened from his perch in the tree, groggy and limp, by a pleading voice that he believed to be Carolina calling him. He found himself surrounded by a strange mist that he had seen swirling over the ground while he slept. He realized that he was too tired and weak for no apparent reason. He correctly guessed that the mist was affecting him. Quickly, he grabbed his weapon from its perch and used it to chase away the odorless mist. Immediately, the undead she-wolf emerged from the hut and stepped out of the trees as the flute began to sound. "Hah, you again," he growled as he followed the corpses, his nose once more assaulted by the foul odor they carried. "Disgusting. Hey, Uma! I know you're in there. Give Carolina back!" "You want to steal my treasure, stupid wolf? You can't have her!" yelled Uma as she came out of the hut, pointing at him and instructing her minions to swarm him. "You are nothing, so stay nothing," she scolded. "Kill him." "I don't think so. Attack
Nathan He was a hybrid, a rogue and also the descendant of a witch who had been allied with the darkness for a long time; he was also a dark lord who was obsessed with immortality and was contemplating his failure to achieve his goals. He was deeply disappointed that Uma had failed in her attempt to kill Carolina and Rylan. He stood in the quiet, dark room with Claire, his loyal follower, facing him while holding a magic mirror that showed the latest developments. "Damn, that guy," he spat out the words, his frustration growing. He felt bewildered by Uma's inability to deal with her ever-living enemies. The failure fueled his anger and he cursed Uma inwardly. "What a wasted effort." He looked to the side, his eyes empty, lost in dark memories. He remembered his first encounter with Uma, a dark priestess who had become more and more insane over time. She was an attractive woman who could be used by him, or so he hoped. It was easy to make an obsession out of Uma and convince her th
Selene If the outside of the house was gloomy, the inside was even worse. How this woman, who lived alone and was a princess, could live and survive here was another mystery. Selene had a bad feeling about this place and the woman still clinging to Mike's arm. Jealousy, however, made her ignore her instincts and focus only on the back of the couple. Amy led them into a room lit by a dull lamp on a low table. The chairs were old and dirty, moth-eaten, and the room smelled of mold. Samuel ignored the politeness and covered his nose with the sleeve of his robe as he entered the small room. They sat around a low table, Amy clinging to Mike, while Selene and Samuel sat across from them. Mike noticed Selene's piercing gaze and swallowed guiltily before turning to the woman, smiling hesitantly and asking, "So why are you here alone in a place like this? A cough from Selene made him hastily continue, "Ah, yes. My friends here are Selene and Samuel, Princess." Then he laughed nervously. Am
Mike "I'll-" he started to get up as well, intending to help Amy, when Selene cut him off again. "I'll help you, Princess Amy," she got up and followed her outside, who nodded her head gracefully in thanks. Selene gritted her teeth at her exquisite politeness, knowing she could never imitate it. She was not meant to be a beautiful wallflower, and she stared at her rough, unfeeling hands. She was meant for war, nothing more, not even love, it seemed. Not once did she turn to look Mike in the eye as she followed Amy out of the room. He watched the two women leave the room in silence, deep in thought, and what he was thinking made him feel a strange tightness in his chest. She refused to look at him... "You're really stupid, you know that?" he heard Samuel say to him in a disgusted tone. His head turned to fix the man with a stern look, a frown on his handsome face. "And why would you say that, Sam?" Leaning against the wall behind him, Samuel crossed his arms behind his head, his