THE BEAST’S CURSED SLAVE
“I can feel your fear. Your heat. The way your sweet little cunt clenches before I even touch it. You’re not afraid of the beast, Kaerith… You’re starving for him.”
He forced her legs wide, claws digging into her hips, pinning her down like prey. The head of his cock—thick, ridged, inhuman—presses against her dripping entrance, teasing her folds, soaking in her slick.
“Now spread wider,” he hisses. “And let the beast feed.”
Kaerith had not paid any attention to the beast’s massive member entering as he was pleasuring her body, but now she saw it now, she was certain she would only contain his cap.