Willow's POV"Oh. My. God!" I scream in excitement. Right in front of me are the most favourite things that I haven't seen in forever: MY ANIMALS! "Come here babies!" I squeal, getting down on to my knees and opening my arms, feeling Charlie and Maya get into my arms first, licking my face over and over until I fall on my back and let them trample me with their love and affection. Then the cats follow quickly after, smothering me with their thick tails and clogging my airways with all their shedding hair. Never have I been so grateful for shedding hair clogging my nose so I can't breathe. "I see you're happy about this! Was it as much of a surprise as you expected?" Maddox calls out through all the animals trampling me into the ground. "Y-yeah!" I call back, grabbing onto Charlie's golden-haired neck and pulling myself up through the hairy, happy mess. Maddox runs over to me, grabbing my hand to get me out of this tackli

Maddox's POV "Now, if you want a decently good night tonight," I taunt, drawing the leather whip up higher beneath her shirt, coming into contact with her bra then taking my hand up her back and unsnapping it, "I recommend that you go ahead and get rid of those clothes..." Now with her finally giving in, she nods then steps out from infront of me and scurries away from me and beside the closet. I stay there a moment, facing the door, relishing in the fact that I'm going to be able to touch her beautiful body just the way I please again.  "Oh, and put on something from the closet..." I call back. "I want to be able to take something off of you." I grin to myself, taking the leather whip and slowly drawing the material over the palm of my hand, impatiently waiting to use it against Willow, making her ass as red as possible as she begs me to stop.  Fuck, I'm already hard. "I-I am ready, Maddox," I hear her call out from

Maddox's POVA few weeks later...Ugh. Today has just simply been a terribly long day. I couldn't even tell you when I saw kids in the past twenty-four hours or even Willow, for that matter. I should probably pack up and head back home, though. It's not fair to be leaving her all day without any help with those rascals of ours. Those kids are already walking more than they're crawling and they aren't even a year old yet.Sighing and laying back in my office chair, I push all the paperwork I've been doing aside and just stare at it, wishing I could burn the damn papers and never have to deal with them again. It's an honour to be King and all for Nirtaville, but God is it ever a big responsibility. I should hire an assistant of some sort- someone who can make my days a little shorter that way I am able to spend more time at home and help Willow with the kids. She'll definietly need after th

Willows POVA few months later…I can’t believe it’s been exactly a year today since the twins were born! It almost feels impossible went by this fast, I feel like only yesterday I was in the hospital, seeing them for the first time ever. But now they’re walking- hell they’re even running now with those little legs of theirs! You can most definitely tell that they’re hybrids now because of the insane amount of movement they do for being at such a young age, and the way that their teeth have been growing as well. Apparently with their baby teeth, they get starting fangs that will stay out there in their mouths for a little while and they may try to bite you every so often, until around three. Then they’re on the journey for the next ten years to earn their real fangs.Anyways…Tod

A few days later...Willow's POVIt's been nearly a week now of being trapped in this cell. The only way I can remember if a day passes is by the meals I get twice a day and the ticks I've been drawing up on the wall. Everyday a guard, the same guard, will serve me a tray of that consists of an apple, plain porridge and if I'm lucky, sometimes a full, fresh water bottle. Other times I'll get a half-drinkan one from another inmate. But today instead of porridge, I’ve received an enclosed envelope in place of my food. I try to call the guard back as he walks away getting ready to serve the next prisoner.  “Whatever,” I mumble, then turn my gaze back towards the tray with the envelope, staring at the clean white paper with, now that I look closer, a wax stamp from the king… My dear h