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she gasped afterward, sweaty and needy. “I’m remaking you,” I replied, stroking her hair. “Into my perfect property. So you never doubt me again.” By day 3, she started slipping. I kept her in the cage longer, feeding and hydrating on my exact schedule. Pain came as sudden crops across her ass when she least expected it. Pleasure followed immediately from the vibrators I taped to her clit while I whispered filthy praise through the headphones. “Your body knows its owner. Your mind is learning.”

I felt like bowing to worship the very ground she stood on, not being worthy to stand in her presence. “Thank you… I feel like an imposter though..” she smiled wanly at me, her shoulders sinking a little. “Don’t say that, love.. You’re you, that is it. Nothing has changed about you, just the way people perceive you.” I went up to her and pulled her into a gentle hug, feeling like if I squeezed her, I might brake her beautiful body. “I just want to finish this and disappear for a few weeks, that’s it.” She sniffled a little, obviously trying not to cry and ruin her makeup.

Grinning at ourselves in the sink mirrors I push her into the glass wall again and start stroking into her sloppy pussy squeezing out the cumload already filling her. I fuck her passionately filling her a third time with loud moans and a smaller orgasm for her. I whisper, "Do you want to be bred by your own son Maddie? Do you want a bun in your oven from our incestuous couplings?" She moans and her knees weaken a little. She smiles but never really answers.

It was as if all the parts of her that had needed to be touched and rubbed had been, and most exquisitely too. She has indeed got her refill of vitamin S

But I can see that she's not convinced. She takes out another ointment, this one different from the one she used on Adam. She begins to chant in a low voice, the words unintelligible to me. She dips her fingers in the ointment, and then places them on my wound. The pain is sudden and intense, like a fire has been lit within my body. I can't help but let out a roar of pain, my voice echoing throughout the house.

My cock readily sticks up in attention everytime I sense her presence around me. Everything about her is just beautiful. She is both gentle and fierce. She is naive but not immature. She is clumsy too but in a cute way. In a way that makes me crave her more. It makes me want to fuck her brains out in MY bed and ground my scent into every pore of her being. I want her to smell like me. She should carry my scent along wherever she goes so that others know she is claimed and out of their reach. Claimed by the Invictus.

he snaps. She looks at him briefly. “You think I don’t know that?” “I have never marked her,” I point out. I would never make such a mistake. “No,” she agrees. “Not intentionally.” My patience thins. “Explain before I end this conversation.” She doesn’t look away. “Your biology is reacting to hers,” she says. “Whatever is inside her is absorbing traces of you. Your genetic imprint is in her system now. Not just DNA, but something deeper, and something Lycan-specific.”

she whines, her hips bucking as I bite at her soft thighs. “Not yet,” I tell her. She gives a whining sob. “Why?” Her voice is broken, almost like it physically pains her not to touch me. I look up into her eyes and see that her lust has made the beautiful brown deepen. The color seems fuller, somehow deeper. Like being with me has made her…more. More alive. More whole. More herself than that asshole of a father or her time in the rogue camp ever let her be.

she retorts wrinkling her nose at the building disgust evident in her gaze as she faces me. “Is that the reason you came here to lecture me or to break the good news or let me be more considerate bad news?” I smirked, flinging the empty mug to the other side of the room as it made a clinking noise. “He needs to get the silver planted in my ribs out. The burning sensation is killing.” she almost barked at the pain hitting her as she jerked a little uneasy in her flesh. After I left the torture den leaving her with Theo he implanted a little chip of silver into her rib, a kind that causes an intense burning sensation and she can't get it out unless by us.

Her hair was stylishly packed in a hair bun, and the silky strands of her hair cascaded down her forehead making her look extravagant. Although she was looking good, her insides were burning up and her temperature was slowly rising. It seems she caught a flu from the rain last night. “I think I am ready to go,” Scarlet mutters weakly in front of the dressing mirror, she was checking out herself. Poo! Poo! Poo! Indistantly, outside her apartment, she heard the car horning and she knew that the driver has come. “Mummy!” Natasha squealed cheerily, scrambling into the room after unlocking the room door.