Command of the Wolf
They pressed closer around me, stroking.
I didn’t want to be touched, even though I knew that none of this was my fault or even my shadows’ because they were mine and not the raging predators that had darkened this entire land to red. I could sense the hatred oozing from my great-grandmother’s shadows: they were vindictive, bullying, and merciless.
Or as I called them: Penis Shadows.
My jerremy, on the other hand, loved my Charms. They soothed, caressed, and brought them pleasure. Even though they vibrated with the need to control, they equally sang to protect.
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