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Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

Chapter Seventeen Jenna's POV The chambers that the alpha had informed me of is unlike anything I have seen before. The bedding is made of the softest linen, and the walls are decorated with more paintings that draw my attention. This painting is of a really gorgeous woman with blue eyes and dark hair. The painting depicts her in a wheat field, her hair billowing against the wind and her perfect lips slightly parted as she gazes into the distance. I wonder what she was looking at and who she was to the alpha. She didn't share any physical qualities with him, which ruled out the possibility of her being a sister.

The tables are gigantic too, makes sense, the aliens I've seen so far are tall ranging from nine feet to seven feet even the shortest one is close to six feet. Opening my bag, I look nervously around, I hope no one saw my hair changing it's colour, I am so tired I can't even guard my powers again, the curve of chair is protecting me from prying eyes, thankfully. I brought out the dried fruit bag and opened it, sniffing it, it doesn't have any smell, picking one up,I threw it in my mouth, it tastes sweet like berries or something. I shrug, I finished one pack and opened another, this one is the nutty one, I poured an handful in my hand and ate it all at once. Tasted like nut too, jackpot!!,

Luther says. "I am honored to meet you, Selena. I do not venture into your part of the woods," I say. She shifts back into her human form in front of me. She is beautiful. Her long white hair matches the fur that her wolf adorns. Her eyes, ice blue, are piercing as she speaks to me.

At a close range, after she had walked up to the point where the painting was hung on the wall, she saw that it was a painting of a very beautiful woman, a beautiful glowing woman, with a bright crescent moon shining above her head, making her illuminate. "Who could this be?" She asked rhetorically, placing her hands on her waist, as she stared delicately at the picture, lifting one of her hands off her waist a minute later, the right one to be precise, and using it to caress the painting as if in worship. The painting was by far, the most beautiful, yet most mysterious she had ever seen. The woman in question, didn't look like any of Derek's family members, actually it didn't look like a hu

Since they were now taking the opportunity to get to know the body, along with the anatomy, they wasted no time in experiencing what mating between alien races tasted like. It was like this, that she sucked all their energy, in the middle of sex that lasted a little over thirty minutes, she discovered that they were hermaphrodites, well endowed, in addition to changing from a scaly, more reptilian body, before death, when she left them dry, like mummies . So, she simply took advantage of it to expand her power and energy, otherwise she would have to have witnesses, so that there would be no living soul left, they could not blame her.

**Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 3** Aria stood in front of the full-length mirror, naked, breathing hard. Her body was now a masterpiece of living, hungry art. The phoenix burned across her lower back, the black roses claimed her left breast, the serpent coiled around her right thigh with its head teasing her clit, angel wings spread across her shoulders, and the thorn chain wrapped around her waist like a possessive belt. She looked beautiful. She looked ruined.

When I open my eyes, Carnelia is glowing. Golden light just under the surface of her skin radiates out from the center of her torso in waves, rippling and fluid, hot like a desert wind. Her new tattoos are white hot to the touch, burning like the sun's core, illuminating the space right above the mark I placed on her mound during our initial mating. When she opens her eyes, she looks up at me with so much love and trust. They are also the feature showing the most striking and condemning change. Carnelia's eyes are glowing brightly, flaring with each pulse, a true liquid gold, unlike anything I have ever witnessed before in any creature of Terra. They are almost celestial, like my mother’s ki

You could feel the atmosphere of your favorite time of year - autumn. Leah's gaze, wandering through store windows, was caught by two paintings in gilded frames, hanging surrounded by shelves of books and art supplies. One of the works depicted a red-haired girl in a short shirt. She was sleeping and at the same time floating in the air, touching the muddy surface of the swamp water with her fingertips and feet. It was as if invisible hands were grabbing her under the lower back, and she, bending in a shape unnatural for the spine, remained frozen in time. Another work was a parody of the “Vitruvian Man”, only instead of a man, the figure of a naked woman was placed in a circle and square. W

and Arthur pulled her hands and hitched a breath. She was not human.... she must be a goddess... because no woman could be so beautiful... so perfect.... so....