[Summoning all her strength, she endures the pain of his claws digging into her bare shoulder. It was a warm summer morning when his followers seized her. She'd been hanging laundry out to dry, barefoot and clad only in a simple white sundress, never suspecting what might have been lurking in the bushes. After all, most monsters can't stand daylight. Grant is cunning enough to use humans as pawns, sending them out into the sun to seize whatever might please him, dragging his prizes down into the dark depths of a cavern in the mountain.
He leans back to perch on his throne and she moves to straddle him, teasing the tip of his erection with the warmth between her legs. Slowly, she slides him into her, biting her lip and holding back a moan. She wraps her arms around the rough sinew of his neck, leaning in to kiss his leathery cheek before nipping at his ear with her teeth.]
Come back to me, Grant. We can still be happy. It's not too late.
[Back and forth, she rocks her hips over him, whispering sweet words in his ear.]
I've missed you, too. Being without you has brought me nothing but sorrow. So please...
[Where is the man she surrendered her innocence to? The man she trusted above all others? Even now, she remembers the first time they made love. It was late afternoon and he kissed her as they wandered through the manor's gardens. It just felt... right. Soon, his hand was up her dress and she was writhing beneath him, lying on the grass. He was as gentle as could be, making certain not to hurt her. There was a frenetic madness to it; one minute they were taking a stroll and the next they were taking a tumble. His kisses made her head spin, banishing all her worries. Once it was done and he'd left his stickiness on her thighs, she'd wept with both happiness and guilt.
What have we done?
Like a coward, she ran from him, locking herself in her bedroom as the sun began to set. It took the better part of a month before they were on speaking terms again.
I shouldn't have let you... What will we do the next time we need a virgin sacrifice?
And just then, he said the words that stole her heart away.
You're not a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Not again.]
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He leans back to perch on his throne and she moves to straddle him, teasing the tip of his erection with the warmth between her legs. Slowly, she slides him into her, biting her lip and holding back a moan. She wraps her arms around the rough sinew of his neck, leaning in to kiss his leathery cheek before nipping at his ear with her teeth.]
Come back to me, Grant. We can still be happy. It's not too late.
[Back and forth, she rocks her hips over him, whispering sweet words in his ear.]
I've missed you, too. Being without you has brought me nothing but sorrow. So please...
[Where is the man she surrendered her innocence to? The man she trusted above all others? Even now, she remembers the first time they made love. It was late afternoon and he kissed her as they wandered through the manor's gardens. It just felt... right. Soon, his hand was up her dress and she was writhing beneath him, lying on the grass. He was as gentle as could be, making certain not to hurt her. There was a frenetic madness to it; one minute they were taking a stroll and the next they were taking a tumble. His kisses made her head spin, banishing all her worries. Once it was done and he'd left his stickiness on her thighs, she'd wept with both happiness and guilt.
What have we done?
Like a coward, she ran from him, locking herself in her bedroom as the sun began to set. It took the better part of a month before they were on speaking terms again.
I shouldn't have let you... What will we do the next time we need a virgin sacrifice?
And just then, he said the words that stole her heart away.
You're not a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Not again.]