NaomiCalyx stares at me, his expression void of any emotion, as if my questioning any of this is completely unreasonable. I go to scoff and he grabs my chin with his fingers painfully hard, his dark eyes burning as he closes the distance between us. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you, got it!” he spat and despite his anger, I felt a wave wash through me, making me feel calm as I nodded.The engine roared as he cut me another few looks before putting the car in gear. He then leaned across the middle, planting one final kiss on my lips. His taste lingered on my tongue as we started the drive out of Bloodmoon Bay. I gazed out the window, seeing the scenery change as I tugged the clothes I had closer, feeling a chill. Cal’s hand landed on my thigh, his large rough warm palm heating my skin beneath it. “It’s a long drive. You should relax,” his voice was like a melody as I nodded, sinking back into my chair as his thumb placed circles on my skin.I zoned in and out hearing him sing

NaomiThe place they had brought me to was truly peculiar. As I stepped outside, my senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant sight of emerald green grass swaying gently in the breeze, the symphony of chirping birds, and the soothing sound of flowing water. It was a picturesque scene that could easily grace the pages of a fairytale. However, as I ventured inside, a stark contrast awaited me. The furniture, with its intricate carvings and exquisite designs, seemed more fitting for a museum than a home. Yet, amidst the grandeur of each room, an eerie absence of warmth and vitality lingered in the air. It felt as if every breath I took subtly drained my energy, leaving me with a sense of unease.The members of his coven appeared to be... well, polite? Tobin and Ataz graciously escorted me upstairs, their footsteps light and almost ethereal. I caught a whiff of a subtle, earthy scent as we ascended, mingling with the faint aroma of incense that wafted through the air. Meanwhile, downstairs, C

NaomiBefore I can protest again, the two Cals holding me down pull my legs apart as wide as they will go to the point of pain. Cal rips my underwear off, tugging my skirt up to bunch around my hips. “My my my little pet you're soaked,” he nudges, his breath against my skin as I try to squirm free of his hold. Fuck. Even the breath of his skin against my core is enough for my body to be begging for it. One thick digit runs through my folds as we all listen to the slickness of my core. It’s mortifying and yet I can’t bring the words out to make him stop. I look up at the dark black celling there isn’t even a bulb here just two tiny glass windows by the stairs casting the only light in the cellar the lumpy mattress digs into my back as Cal teases me with his thick fingers until my pussy is basically begging him to enter. “I might make you watch more often. If this is how you will react.” He taunts as I cringe, thinking please don’t.Then he slips two fingers inside of me and despite my

CalyxAfter leaving Naomi to sleep after she passed out, I headed back to my office. My footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor, the cool stone walls pressing in around me. The air was thick with the scent of old books and the faint, acrid tang of magic. I didn’t know what had come over me, but the idea of her trying to leave had made me snap. I needed her to stay for more reasons than one. It wasn’t just about the ritual—there was more to this. A lot more. I just had to hope it wasn’t the toxins tainting my magic, driving me to do this.Tobin had called me up to deal with an urgent matter before Odette barged into my office, an amused smirk playing on her lips. She closed the door silently, standing in the corner of my office. The soft rustle of her clothes and the rhythmic tapping of her foot added an edge to the tense atmosphere. Before I could ask what she wanted, Naomi burst through the door, slamming it into the wall with a resounding whack. Her eyes were wide and wild a

NaomiI nod and smile at Bernard as we drive down the winding road towards the bay. I shift in my seat uncomfortably as he continues to stretch his weathered hand over to pat my knee. “Is it okay if I drop you here, Neave?” Bernard the old man asks me as I smile and nod. It’s not near the Mermaid Inn, but I didn’t want him to know where I was heading. He seems like a nice enough man. I’m grateful that I had given him a fake name when we met, not wanting to reveal my true destination - the Mermaid Inn.“Thank you, Bernard for all of your kindness,” I tell him, opening the car door. I can feel his lingering gaze on my backside. I roll my eyes and step out of the car. “Anytime Neave … if you need a friend in the city, let me know,” I slam the car door shut behind me, giving him a little wave as I start walking down through the bustling streets of Bloodmoon Bay. It’s early morning here, which means the streets are mostly safe. There is a mix of species that live in the bay. For all its bea