All Chapters of No Escape From Fate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Those weren’t like these,” — and now I understood where I’d heard that voice. It belonged to that security guard we met when we first entered the city. Everything here really was rotten to the core. “We’ll get real money for these ones. They’re whores for Karadeylis himself. He always picks the pureblooded, the very best, so calm your dick down and we’ll earn good coin. There will be others — you can grab those with your filthy hands. But these two are our golden fish.”“Fuck! It actually hurts already,” the first one groaned, refusing to give up. “While they’re asleep, I’ll jerk off looking at them at least! My brain’s totally tilted! Such tempting little bitches! I’d even shove it in one of their mouths! Let her learn what real man’s protein is! Maybe she’ll think it’s candy in her sleep,” the bastard laughed nastily, and bile rose to my throat. Sakal said nothing, clearly not opposed to how things were heading.“Do whatever you want. Just make sure their virgin seals stay intact.

In front of us stood a massive, luxurious four-story house with pompous columns and a flashy, gaudy facade. The lawn was well-kept, adorned with multicolored flowers and naked sculptures of women in various, often not very modest, poses. It was clear someone had a taste for extravagance — the edges of the pure white columns and windows were gilded, and the massive stucco only confirmed my impression.It immediately reminded me of wealthy gypsies’ homes, their weddings seen on the internet, and that same ostentatious entourage.In front of the house was a large fountain with several nude female figures made of dark stone, from which cloudy white water slowly flowed. Looking closer, I realized that the water came from the figure standing above all the others — specifically, from the opening in the member of a stone man, who, legs apart, was leering down at the women below.Well, what a composition! And this was right in front of the house!However, fear hit me just as hard. If the owner

“Don’t try to heal me with plantain!” I kicked when he attempted the same with me.It all felt strange, but once the leaves were in our panties, the roughness stopped, and we were dressed in light white evening outfits.The design was of the softest silk. The top was embroidered, emphasizing our breasts, with a bare midriff, cut so low that everyone could see our closed buds. The skirt was long and light, with two extremely high slits along the hips, revealing our underwear with every small movement or step. It looked very much like an outfit for Eastern dancers.“You’re strange,” the trans watched me thoughtfully. “Why are the karpits black?”“I don’t know,” I snorted.“Alright, that’s not my problem,” the disco-ball shrugged indifferently, as two large thugs entered the room.They grabbed us by the arms and led us out of the dressing room. We walked through long corridors, carpeted in luxurious rugs and decorated with expensive vases and paintings.On both sides of the corridor were

His gaze is greedy, hungry. I close my eyes and moan, leaning back, letting him do everything. His hand lifts my chin, and I meet his eyes. I drown in them. They are so deep, so beautiful… the best eyes.Slowly leaning in, I feel Kays’s lips touch mine. He kisses me slowly, studying me, sending tremors through my soul and body. One of his hands slides to the back of my head, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss, and I can’t resist — my fingers sink into his silky chestnut hair.I melt under this sudden change of mood, burning hotter than fire. With his other hand, Kays trails down my chest, over my exposed stomach, and slips into my panties, growling as he pulls out the crumpled slip of paper hidden there. But he returns to my underwear immediately, gently spreading the slickness along my folds — and there is so terribly, shamelessly much of it.When his finger eases inside me just a little, I grasp his shoulders, gasping, breaking our heated kiss. I press my forehead to his chest

The blonde handed Figaro back to me. The men stepped aside a bit and began discussing the plan to rescue the slaves. I walked over to a fallen tree where the girls were sitting. As I ran my hand through the baby’s fur, he let out a painful growl.“He took quite a beating trying to save everyone,” the blonde said, nodding at the kizibara. “My name is Halida.”“He wouldn’t have needed to save anyone if you hadn’t helped cause the mess,” I glared at her while carefully checking my little one’s paw. No obvious fracture, but who knows—I’m no doctor.“Oh, what do you know?!” the blonde snapped, and she looked at me with such raw hurt that I fell silent. “You’re lucky to have been born in Virolia.”“As if you know so much! I’m not from there.”“Maybe not, but you’re not from our lands either—and that alone is huge luck.” The girl stared at us without blinking. “In Dredel no one asks you if you want something or not. Especially with guardians like that bastard Sakal around!” Her face twisted