Shadow Slave Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"

“You’re my personal blood bag.” “I’m not,” I forced the words out, my hands trembling against my cloth. “I told you I don’t want to be your blood bag. That is why I chose to become a slave instead.” “A slave.” He let out a dark, mocking chuckle that echoed through the gloomy room. “I don’t remember you becoming my slave.” “Your majesty,” I pleaded, my heart hammering against my ribs. Was he playing dumb? I thought frantically. How dare he do this to me? I had been entirely clear—I would rather live a hard life as a slave than let him drain my veins.

I directly swallowed it and forced a smile on my face again. “Of course I don’t mind. As long as I get to eat something” I replied as I continued eating. Jonathan didn’t say anything else watching me as I kept eating and I grew increasingly uncomfortable under his stare. Unable to take it anymore, I dropped the plate and turned to him, “Do you need me to do something for you; your highness?” I asked and Jonathan chuckled. “You are a slave, what do you think you can do for me?” He asked in reply and I swallowed. For some reason, each time he called me a slave, my skin would start itching and my heart would start aching. Tears pooled in my eyes but I forced them back immediately.

Her body trembled with a mix of anger and shame as she fought desperately to hold back the torrent of tears that streamed down her face. "That bastard," she choked out between shaky breaths, her voice trembling with pain. "How could he do this to me, especially in front of so many people? How can I ever face them again?" Her mind reeled with despair as she realized that even a slave's reputation now held more value than her own.

Andreios asked, his voice sounding strange even to his own hearing. He waited to see if they'd reply. He waited but none came. This isn't real, there is no one else here. Andreios was going to accept his fate that he had finally gone mad or maybe even dead somewhere in hell and his mind playing tricks on him. "We are slaves." Another voiced and hesitated, more like they were pondering their next word. "Well, most of us." He concluded. "I am not a slave! I'm a free man. My family was--," Andreios's voice broke off into a silent sob at the information he was about to let slip out from his mouth.

“Go ahead, this is no meat for babes.” With that, they walked past us. They snarled and strode away. As they left, the slave behind me fainted and fell to the ground. Before I could turn, Shadowvale caught her in his arms.

3rd Slave Shane was on top who was facing 4rt Slave's Wet pinkish p*ssy she even lick her lips when she saw it then 4rt slave Kathleen who was at the bottom facing the dripping wet p*ssy of 3rd Slave Shane the juice slowly dripping on her face that she happily open her mouth to wait for it to drop. then they don't wait for the signal and then they lick each other's p*ssy,. "Ahh~ hmmmm" 3rd Slave Shane moan and stop licking because she moan for pleasure, but then again she lick 4rt Slave's p*ssy again same with the 3rd Slave she's moaning for pleasure and keep licking. They are moaning for pleasure and Shun Yu saw it, she's a psycho when it comes to S*x it's her usual desire to see a live S*x

I replied and took the towel bent over and massaged his foot while he played around with his nipples making sounds that got me so uncomfortable. Your father was a close friend to my father, should he have resisted the urge to be a traitor, you would have been treated as a princess and not a slave but with those good hands of yours, being a slave might have been your original fate. “I am not a slave,” I responded with a whisper... “Speak out slave!!!” he shouted “I am not a slave ,”I repeated but this time I made sure he heard me clearly. Stormie laughed so hard that his legs almost threw away the bucket close to him..

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

He pushed her by the shoulder, causing her to hiss. “So what?" Shadow looked at her condescendingly and pushed her shoulder with each word. “What can you do about it? You're just a slave. I control your fate, and if I wanted to suit my masculine ego, I could whip you again. So you better help yourself keep your mouth shut. Call yourself feisty as long as you want, but God help me, I have no patience for people like you." Rivera's body shook and her teeth bit into her lips. She parted her lips.