Seraphina thought she may be the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Seraphina saw all the colour drain from Achilles face. “What are we celebrating?” the stranger spoke, her voice sounded like a song. Seraphina felt a pit form in her stomach, she gulped. “It seems my invitation didn’t quite reach me?” she spoke again as no one had answered her previous question. There were scowls all around. “Who are you?” Seraphina asked softly. The stranger glared at Seraphina, the newcomer didn’t recognise her as a noble girl and her anger immediately rose. “Who am I? Who the hell are you? How dare you speak directly to me; do you know who I am? I will have you lashed 1000 times for your insolence!” the stranger screamed at Seraphina. “Hold your tongue you slut, you are speaking to your future Queen!” Aurelia roared, slamming her hands down on the table. The stranger paled for a moment befo

He could feel his hard member twitching up against Seraphina’s sweet flower, hitting her bud gently making her moan in delight. He let out a groan of his own as she titled her head to the side and bit into his neck, drinking from him deeply and savo

Lady Briseis stormed into the house De-Buccleuch. “You, you there, where is my father?” Lady Briseis addressed the servant with disgust. “Lord Stevano is in his study my Lady, he is awaiting your return,” the servant told her with his head down.  Without another word, Lady Briseis stomped away to her fathers study.  As Lady Briseis entered, her father was sat waiting expectantly, “Well, when is the wedding my daughter?” Lord Stevano asked. “There will be no wedding father,” Lady Briseis spat back, “All of this has been for nothing, the Prince is already engaged, he will accept this child as his bastard and nothing else.” Lady Briseis dropped down onto the seat opposite her father in a dramatic fashion and let out a long sigh. “No, he can’t do that, he impregnated you, he must

Grief. Bone chilling, stomach turning, blood curdling grief. That’s all Seraphina could feel. She collapsed and let out a wail that sounded demonic. She clawed at her naked skin and screamed into the night. Her screeches loud enough to disturb the heavens.   She wrapped her arms around her stomach, she felt empty, hollow, lost. She could hear the sound of someone laughing at her, she turned her head towards the sound, her eyes reflecting the flames dancing as they were slick with tears. She stood to walk towards the person laughing at her, her hands partially shifted into the claws of her dragon. Ready to tear out the throats of whoever had dared to mock her.  “Seraphina, Seraphina wake up!” The voice echoed through her head. &ld

Being naked in the water with Achilles was torturous for both Seraphina and Achilles. He had never realised just how sensual the act of bathing someone was. Watching the warm, soapy, scented water drip down Seraphina’s neck and shoulders, leaving little trails of bubbles behind had him groaning in response. He moved his hands forward to wash her front and stifled a moan as she gasped in response to his tender touch. “If you hadn’t gone and impaled yourself yesterday, I would take you right now, over this bath,” he growled at her.  Seraphina felt the all too familiar burning begin between her thighs. She pressed her legs together in an effort to subdue her desires but, the friction only went to ignite the spark and she felt as though her whole body had become alight with flames. She stifled a moan as she let her head lull back on