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Thirty-Five: Picked here over Luna
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The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Six: Out of Control.
FLEKIIt was done, the Alpha and his whole family were killed, the whole pack enslaved and locked up in a place where that was once comfortable and meant home to them, their houses razed to the grounds and in the next couple of days, the remaining members of the pack will start clearing and cultivating the lands to plant seeds and subsequently harvest produce that'd belong to me. They'd be slaves forever, forever working for me till they're old and frail and they drop dead. Not like I was feeling an ounce of pity for them. They should blame their Alpha for being stupid enough to turn my request down knowing full well that nothing good will come out of provoking. And now he should have protected will-be slaves for the rest of their lives while watching his head hanging from a tree overlooking their lands. My body sought the comfort of a very warm bath to wash away the madness of the day, to wash away the bloodshed and deaths, the screams and horror of people whose lives as they used
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Seven: Chased Out.
LUSTREI stumbled out of the room in total disbelief and confusion. I didn't understand why he had suddenly switched like that, one minute he was giving me a very impressive orgasm with him even barely touching my clit while looking oddly satisfied at it, and the next, he was pushing me off him as if I was the flirthest dirt ever and he couldn't bear to touch him. And as if that wasn't enough, he actually yelled at me to get out, to get out of his face when I didn't comply, he had gotten so angry that his wolf showed in his eyes. Why he was angry was something I didn't understand. Was it at me? Did I do something wrong? Or was he angry at himself? Did he do something wrong? I was going to assume he was angry at himself for losing control. For someone who was always so wild and raw and primitive with sex, he had taken his time to worship my tits by sucking and lapping at them like they were his only source of air and water and that says a lot because he had never even paid attentio
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Eight: Bloodlust Revenge?
FLEKITwo days after I sent her away from my room, I was still irritable and in a very bad mood. The only thing I could channel my energy to was fucking and during the past two days, I've done that a lot, I've nearly gone around all the dozens of girls in my harem with Luna included but it was doing barely anything to put me in a better position. I was still irritable and disgusted as fuck at myself and it didn't help matter that she was always around, she was always serving my food, always cleaning my room, picking out my clothes, cleaning my bedroom, and doing all that so I was constantly seeing her, constantly seeing the body that I so badly wanted to fuck and it wasn't making the situation any more bearable for me. And because I didn't want to admit it, even to myself just how terribly her presence was affecting me was the only reason I wasn't always leaving the room whenever she comes in. Devastating, isn't it? To think I could get reduced to this level because of a she-wolf.
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Nine: The Elder
LUSTREIt's been four days since The Alpha threw me out of his room which means it has been four days since he touched me. Every time I go into his room to clean or arrange or change his sheets and he was there, he'd ignore my presence as if he wasn't even seeing me and there were no exceptions to whenever I was serving his meals too. His expression would remain nonchalant and blank like always and he wouldn't even be bothered by my presence no matter how hard I tried to get him to notice me. Not like I was trying that much anyways. I didn't want to try and throw myself at him again because even though he was of a different breed from all the Alphas I've encountered, he was still a man who wanted to be pleasured, who wanted that thing between a she-wolves legs so I was banking on that fact that he wants me, there was no denying that fact and he was going to come for me no matter how much he's using Luna and the girls in his Harem and sweet Freya, he has been using them quite a lot t
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty: First Kiss
LUSTREMy eyes caught the movement of the girl called Bertha right before she disappeared out of my sight. I've been trying to notice her and see her and talk to her these days but she was always barely there, she was almost always invisible like she was always disappearing but today, I was going to see her and strike up a conversation with her. I've been meaning to do that since that time she spoke vehemently about her hatred for the Alpha. She seemed like a lonely girl and she seemed deeply traumatized about whatever the Alpha must have done to her family. I could only imagine how it must feel to serve that same man that killed your family but really, what could she do other than accept her fate and try not to keep so much hatred in her? It'll only make her go crazy with hatred. There was only one hope that I could promise her but that's one I couldn't voice out but I was sure that once I have the information Alpha Luca needed, Alpha Fleki would be out of the picture and all the en
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-One: Mind Games
FLEKII opened my eyes groggily. It was one of the few times that I was able to sleep deeply and soundly and it was also one of those times that my sleep was plundered with nightmares of my past, nightmares that I've forced out of my mind, that I wasn't capable of remembering unless they rear their ugly heads in even more terrible forms in my nightmares. I straightened before standing up from the bed and that was when the strange thing happened, I felt a strange taste on my lips, a taste that wasn't there when my unconscious dragged me off to the unknown. I licked my lips to ascertain if I was right or not and fuck me, I was right. Why was I tasting ginger and pearls on my lips when I've not even tasted anything like that in days? And why the fuck was my entire body and room smelling of that scent that I belonged to the blue-eyed which called Lustre? Was I hallucinating things about her now? Was my unconscious playing a cruel joke on me because I'd spent the last days thinking ab
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Two: Punishment
Fuck, Lustre, you're too perfect.I still remembered how he had muttered those words against my lips, the low timbre of his voice that had sent my thoughts spiraling and had made my body come alive under his reverent touches, under the strokes of his lips against mine, under the hypnotizing look in his eyes, his eyes that had always seemed so vacant then had come alive and I didn't know what to make of that. I didn't know what to make of what happened. The fact that he had kissed me.The fact that he even knows my name and had called me by my name and he called me perfect. Was any of that real or had I suddenly teleported into another realm where Alpha Fleki wasn't a monster that eats people like me for breakfast and was actually capable of emotions? Even if a part of him was capable of emotions and feelings, why would it be unlocked toward me? I wouldn't be delusional enough to think that he thinks more of me than a whore who he wants to fuck senseless. But then, there was that
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Forty-Three: His Little Plaything
FLEKIThe fuck?The actual freaking fuck?I wanted to stop, to halt from doing what I was doing but I couldn't bring myself to stop, not with the whimpers that were escaping from her mouth with each smack delivered to her ass cheeks. Not with the way she was raising her ass in invitation and in anticipation of my next smack. Now with the way she was clenching her thighs together, definitely trying to create friction in her core because the smell of her arousal was so intense and wild that I could taste it in the air. Not with her responsiveness, her eagerness, her submissiveness like a cunt whose purpose was only to get fucked. And definitely not with my excitement, my feral and uncontrollable excitement that was so intense and wild that it made my dick so hard it hurts like her. I've never been this excited about sex, about fucking, it was just a means to an end for me, something to get me to have a release, something to vent out all my anger and frustrations in, and something to
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