Damon dragged me past a couple trees until he thought our pack was safely out of ear shot and definitely out of view before turning and pushing me against a tall oak tree pressing my face against the bark. “What are you doing?!” I belted His hands explored my body until he reached my workout shorts. His long fingers slowly seeped into my waistband dropping them just below my ass. “Damon someone is going to see us” I said struggling against him.“It was so hot when you just took control like that. You are so sexy.” He responded while sliding his fingers between my ass to reach my clit. Damon’s body was pressed firmly against mine; I could feel his massive bulge through his shorts which he rubbed into me. He backed away and I felt his other hand grasp my waist pulling my ass backwards towards him. “Damon we can’t do this now” I moaned.Damon responded by railing his rock hard cock into me making me gasp and stumble. He started pumping his length into me harder and harder. I had to h

Eira and Damon glided down the hallway in long strides as I slumped along behind them; my mind in a blur. My mother and father were never friendly to me, but I still loved them and the thought they knew about this wrapped my brain in barbed wire causing a migraine. We reached the end of the mossy stone hall and came to an abrupt stop in front of a massive painting that covered the entire wall. The painting was of a tall wrinkly old man in royal blue robes. The plaque that was hung on the crumbling wooden frame said ‘General Fontaine 1802-1856’ “How is the picture of some dead general going to prove anything Eira?” Damon snapped“I understand you are frustrated Damon but remember whose land you are one, and watch your tone when you speak to me. Our friendship will only get you so far.” She snapped back before placing her delicate fingers beneath the frame pulling it away from the wall exposing a large iron gate. She reached into her grey dress and pulled a long skeleton key from betwe