The Twisted Tribrid Queen
she begs me again, thighs still clenched and hands gripping the curtains tightly.
I step back, admiring her exquisite body; the soft curve of her hips, her full breasts, blood-soaked lips, the bottom one pulled between her fangs, wide crimson eyes, and wild curls surrounding her face, falling in ringlets down her back and past her shoulders. “My queen, you truly are a goddess,” I murmur, my eyes roaming her body, searing her into my memory. “I almost lost you…” Every time I think about what happened, I’m filled with dread and panic at the thought of it happening again.
“But I came back to you,” she whispers, her voice calming me. “I’ll always come back to you.”
Bab Populer