Impregnating Her の小説・ストーリー

It was the first real sound she’d made since her collapse. I stepped in with her, pulling the soaked jacket away. I let it fall to the floor. Her diamond collar glittered against her throat, a stark, beautiful leash on my new pet. My touch was methodical, erasing. I washed the grime of the Crucible from her skin. I washed away the lingering, cloying scent of her tears. I washed away the memory of the lies she had told herself for nine years. This was a baptism. An anointment.

Because I knew this woman could see more than she ever said aloud. She crushed more herbs into paste - juniper, ash, something sharper. Then smeared the pungent mix onto my shoulder with no ceremony. I hissed. “It’ll scar,” she said. “I don’t care.” “Good. Scars are how the gods remember where they left their teeth.” Behind me, Damon exhaled a sound that might’ve been a snort. Or a curse. She wrapped the wound tightly in cloth and leaned back, head tilting as she studied me. As if I were some old, cursed relic that just now began to glow.

she said, her voice filled with a quiet passion that seemed to emanate from deep within her. She lit up candles, the soft flicker of the flames casting a warm, golden glow over the room, and started sniffing the herbs, her fingers moving with delicate precision as she separated them from the ones she had placed on the table, her senses heightened as she breathed in the aromatic scents.

She stepped into the center of the marked floor, spine straight, skin still humming from the earlier burn of Damian’s body. And she whispered, almost lovingly: “Let them watch.”

The apparition of her is so lifelike I’m forced to relive the trauma all over again. Her work out clothes soaked through, the material clinging to her curves. Her hair in a messy ponytail, revealing her marking spot. The soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder, where my fangs will sink underneath her flesh, leaving behind my mark, so others will know she’s destined to be mine forever.

All I want to do is bury it inside her. Her gaze lands on mine as she slides down the pole, landing in the splits as she brings both legs together, giving me a perfect view of g-string clad pussy. I lick my lips. Wanting nothing more than to crawl up and drive my tongue inside her as she clamps her sweet mouth around one of our mate’s cocks. I can tell she is sin incarnate and is dangerous. But I am worse. You don’t get called the Rouge King for nothing. I will conquer her and so will our mates.

I feel a little guilty as she is an unwilling participant in this and will never remember any of it. I wrap my arms around her and as I lean in I coat my fangs in both the numbing and my pleasure venom so that this time she doesn’t even feel my fangs enter her skin. She lets out a low moan as my venom spreads through her. I fight the sensation of doing the same.

She thought with disgust. "It's a lie Jay, this can't be true I mean you can't be serious. She's crippled for heaven's sake what can a crippled girl give you that I haven't?! Tell me, you know I'll do anything for you baby, mh? Am sorry if I have wronged you in any way but our home is empty and boring without you there and the sheets are cold anyway, I miss your warmth and that your strong sensual cologne" she spoke seductively consciously drawing closer to him like a predator.

And beautiful, and gorgeous. And all the words he could not remember or was aware of. She stood tall at five-six without any heels, in her red coat and pants, hair in a messy bun and a face devoid of any hint of makeup.Except for the dark red lipstick. He had noticed she had started applying it not less than a few days earlier. And it could not be more harmful. Her natural red lips which were hard to ignore, were now more tempting, and all he could think was to taste them.

The sensitive skin of her pussy burning up immediately even more as suddenly the scent of a perfume like lily filled the air. "Now no one will know how dripping wet you are for me."