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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 55

Penulis: MIKS DELOSO
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-17 18:24:41

He buried his face in her pussy and fully dedicated himself to taking her to orgasm. The Alpha licked the blade of his tongue up and down her vulva slowly. He left a string of whispy kisses on her clit, then rimmed it with his tongue. Emereah threw her head back and groaned. With his lips still on her, He inserted a finger into her cunt. She was tight and wet. Vladimir's dick pounded to slam her against the desk, but he was determined to get Emereah off first. He inched one finger in and out slowly, and then added another. When he hit the rough sweet spot, he curled his fingers, tickled it with his fingertips, and in the process, licked her clit. Emereah gasped and the whole of her body hardened it was the first time she experienced such. She looked at the smile of Vladimir.

"Do not play games with me and be gentle my Alpha," she admonished.

"My love, I dare not and I will be soft my luna."

Emereah slapped Vladimir's face back down once more, and he was more than willing to comply. He
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    Morgane smiled more broadly, her eyes shining with evil intent as she crossed over the ruined destruction of the door. The atmosphere surrounding her staggered with evil power, twisting in an evil portent, as if the shadows themselves were being forced to move in every step of hers.The fire licking at the air in the room burst into waves of larger flames with each shuddering breath Lunareth drew. But Morgane did not stir. She raised her hand and drew a circle in the air, and the shadows danced at her fingers like coiling snakes at the victim's feet."You call this power?" Morgane spat, her voice a vipers' hiss. "This is nothing to what I am capable of. I am the darkness. I am the end."Her hands curled, and the darkness advanced like a set animal. The first tendril of shadow hit the ground, a hard, knotted thing, as cutting as glass. It wrapped around Lunareth's ankles and started to pull her towards Morgane.And then Lunareth screamed, a scream ripping the very fabric of being, a na

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    The night was not silent. Not anymore.Death walked outside the Crescent Vale like a fever. Morgane stepped barefoot across the embers of what had been a village, where laughter once filled the air, and children played and sang simple songs. The houses now stood empty and shattered, their doors splintered open like broken ribs. The wind and the wet, gasping breaths of the shadow-things that crept behind her were the only sounds.Do you hear them?" Morgane breathed to darkness. Her voice was a curled ribbon of smoke. "So many hearts that once beat, now still. So many voices, silent, waiting to serve.Her pale hands stroked the body of the woman on the ground, face-down in the earth. Morgane dropped to her knees, took a deep breath, and the corpse twitched. Skin creased and drew taut like worn vellum. The face folded in on itself, the cheeks emptying out as if some unseen hand had pulled the life from inside.Morgane arched back, sucking in the soul that arose like steam. It twined arou

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    The valley sky was now sickly bruised purple and charcoal black, pulsating like a wounded animal. There were no stars shining, just a gruesome red smear low on the horizon, as if heaven bled.Deep in the forest, beneath the twisted trees and half-forgotten remains of old wars, there was a village still. No singing. No dancing fires. No barking dogs.Only breathing.Then.Not even that.A cold gust swooped by like death on a leash, and behind it came a whisper. Not the wind. A laugh. A dry, rough rasp.Morgane.She came out of the shadows like a nightmare shattering reality. Her skin no longer flaked. Her bones no longer poked like knives from her fingers. She was whole again reborn from pain, tempered by vengeance. But her eyes those black voids, pulsating with red threadlike veins like corruption draining life from within.The villagers did not shriek initially.They merely stared.Frozen."She's not real," someone breathed."I see her… I see her shadow," another said.A child scream

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    Outside, beyond the Crescent Vale, the night was quiet but it was not motionless. The wind shifted now, as if it breathed through the very marrow of the mountains. Something was different.Inside the tower of silvery light, well above the treetops, the Council of Elders convened at a table of etched obsidian. Scrolls were open, ink dried on runes of caution. Candles danced abnormally, flames leaning east as if in homage.Ten elders spoke softly, some debating ward position, others writing counter-spells onto paper. A gentle tension throbbed through the air."Another tear along the borderlines was seen just north of the Vale," stated Elder Ravir, his voice clipped. "Same heat pattern, fog, then the smell of iron.""It's escalating quicker than we anticipated," whispered Elder Nyshari. Her silver braids extended past her shoulders as she bent forward over the maps. "Morgane is no longer probing our defenses. She's hunting a course."“But how?” asked another. “The veil is sealed. Not eve

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    The days had become quieter since the ceremony. The moon's silver light no longer seemed a blemish carved into their skin—but a mute witness to the dawn of a new age. And yet, all wounds did not heal with time. Some secretly festered beneath the surface, waiting like embers for breath.Vladimir alone on the training grounds at dawn, hands smeared with blood from clutching a blade too hard. His fingers shook—not with fatigue, but with control. Every strike he made at the practice dummies was not merely muscle and metal—it was atonement. A vow muttered through sweat and quiet."I will not seek forgiveness," he whispered to the heavens. "But I will prove myself worthy. Day by day. Blade by blade."Standing in the high window of the stone keep, Emereah gazed down at him. She hadn't intended to. At first, she had only looked down when she felt movement. Now, she couldn't tear her eyes away.He was no longer the Alpha whose name made villages tremble. He was no longer the tyrant who unleash

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