White Bloodline

CHAPTER 7: Apple Blossom

CHAPTER 7: SEVENTH EFFLORESCENCE

APPLE BLOSSOM ~ Lust

Meaning: Temptation, vulgar-minded, heady love, peace, sensuality and fertility.

What joyful scenes now fill my eyes.

Wherever I look I see, those vibrant hues that spread afar.

And light the morn with glee, to see the merry trees now dressed.

With all that spring endows, as apple blossom white now hangs, upon these orchard boughs.

I watch the fleeting bumblebees,

that move from flower to flower,

while petals fall upon the breeze,

as if an April shower,

I hear the lonely blackbird sing.

Within the leafy shade, as I so gladly look upon, the wonders here displayed.

I am so blessed to witness.

And to see the clothes they wear, for spring shall pass too quickly.

And the fruit they soon shall bear, yet now I stand in awe.

And I'm so grateful I can browse,

the apple blossom white that hangs,

upon these orchard boughs.

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My inside still feels flaming hot even after all the things we have been doing. Loyd helps me pushing in deeper, but all I can get of each trust is a deeper hunger of his c**k. Panting like a predator, I dig my nails into his shoulders as I bend down to trail kisses all over his chest. The pace grows quicker as the sign of his arousal building up again. Not wanting this time to be the same, I pull away from his hardness with all the might I have. I can hear his groans of protest loud and clear, but it is soon being redem when I present my ass to his face while I cralw to his d**k. He knows what my intention is and we both begin sucking each other at the same time, the more we drink the drier we get.

After a while he changes our position back to where it was ─ me underneath and him on top. He starts burrying himself into me once again, releasing countless of fresh seeds into me. His palms capture my breasts and squeeze the plumps eractly. I moan lustously without any shame ─ what is a shame, anyway? And why do I have to feel it? I try to search for a sign of recognition but get nothing of the sort from my brain. I can not think of anything other than the vulgarous images of Loyd pleasuring me from above my squiring body.

Loyd notices that my attention is drifting away, so he releases one of my breasts, letting it bounce by itself. I cry when the aching comes crashing back again, but soon find my prize when I can feel his finger entering my folds. Then he begins to move his finger and c**k inside me at the same time, multiplying the pleasure I receive.

“More! Please!” I plead as I bend my body upright, pushing myself to meet his trust.

I catch a glimpse of him smiling down at me. He laughs at me for my weakness and demand, but still replies with an inching of satisfactory in his tone. “With pleasure, My Orynth.”

The bed begins to rock stronger, quicker. The fire that is igniting between my legs slowly fade and relive. I lost count of time as my sight begins to blur. The ceilling looks as it if is going to enclose us anytime soon. I wait for the clash but it never comes. The burning englufs me until all I can feel is numbness.... and cold tingles of kisses once in a while of my slumber.

Dream comes when darkness rises. From a distant land, I can hear Julius, my love, calling for me. But then he found me uniting for the king, and that handsome face turns into disgust. I remember calling for his name, begging for him to forgive me and come back. But Loyd holds me down and not allowing me to go, keep trusting himself into me. I cry for hours of eternity, but my love do not come back ever.

When I blink open my eyes, sweet is dretching all over me. I am alone and in cold, but I do not care. What I just did....

Fog. My mind if clouded again. I can not think clearly. There is darkness everywhere. And then....

The sweet and bitter scent of Nightshade invades my nostrils, body and mind once. That is all it takes to make me whole of it again.... the lust. Driven again by it, I find myself craving for touch again. He is not here, though, and I am left wanting worser. Struggling to keep myself sane, I scramble on the bed. My eyes roam wildly across the room, trying to find something that can possibly safe me from this agony.

A flicker attracts my attention when my eyes are searching predatorily. I can see it placed on the side desk. Like the animal I am becoming, I cralw towards it and grab it impatiently. Being already bare as I was before, I position the tube in front of my entrance and just.... trust it.

The feeling is so relieving. The smell of s*x and lust filled the room thicker than the supply on oxygen. As I fight to breath, I set the pace for the tube, pushing it in until it reaches my limit and then pulling it out again to eventually meet my need. There is no more moral in to be placed in my mind when I moan. In fact, I do not think I will ever care of what other people will think again after this.

My moaning must be louder than I original think, because not long after that, I can hear the sound of the door being opened and closed. Footsteps faintly approach me. Lazily I look up to find a figure with dark skin and nighty eyes, which are looking especially down at my display.

“O̱ Theá Flora mou,” he mutter in slight shock in his baritone voice, “you really are the Orynth for something.”

Oh my Goddess Flora.

I smirk at him as an idea registers into my mind. “Why don’t you help me.... and get a taste along the way, Orchdin Gallan?” I pur lustfully. Instantly his black lily’s scent fog into the air when I say his name and I can smell the proof of his desire.

Unplugging the tube out of my entrace and throwing it away, I spread my legs even further apart so that he can take a better look of my. His eyes roam hungrily all over my body. Each part the takes even a second longer to look at grows hotter and eager to be touched. The bolge on his pants shows just how much he wants me.... as I want him inside me.

It does not have to take a second longer for him to begin to strip and place himself on top of me. I sink deeper into the bed when his weight crushes me. I rip his clothes off impatiently and unbuckle his pants, allowing his erection to spring free. Immediately he places himself between and leg and his head near my entrance. He spares a lustful-agony at me ─ as if this want and need is killing him ─ before finally pleasing my walls.

Gallan sinks himself deeper when I order him to. But his is not as huge as I thought he would be. In fact, none of anyone’s I have tasted is huge enough after I have been touched by Loyd. And I do not think I will ever find anyone else bigger than him. Gallan’s is big, but Loyd is massive. I want him, and I cry when I can not find the fullfilment I am searching and longing for when he slams back into me.

“What in the name of Flora is going on here?”

The voice booms into the room like fury and power, clashing together and harming my hearing. Gallan instantly stops his movement, causing me to cry even harder when I do not get my aching release. He turns his head to look at the person standing at the door and gasps in shock. The person who interrupts us strom right away and soon I can feel a pair of arms pulling me away from underneath my pleaser. I struggle to free myself, my breasts bounce free in the process. I hear a loud growl before my eyes meet with Loyd’s lustful and angry eyes.

“Gallan, what do you think you are doing to my─” Loyd suddenly stops when his eyes rest on something on Orchdin Gallan’s back. I turn to look at what he is looking at, but Loyd’s arms are forcing me to stay in place. “Stop! Don’t expose yourself to this stranger more than you already did!” he orders me in an authority vibration. Then to Orchdin Gallan he hisses, “Are you trying to kill My Orynth with that widled sword of yours, Gallan?” Venoms are dripping from his kissable lips as he throws murderous looks at his Orchdin.

A sword? I didn’t even notice it when he placed himself above me and enter me again and again. White thorns begin to grow behind Loyd and I find myself struggling ever more at the sight of them. Those pair of arms suddenly relax around my waist when I can hear him whisper softly and lowly to my ear. “Calm down. They are not here to hurt you.” I grow composed in alarmed feeling, too afraid that he is just lying to me.

After knowing how much pain it can do to me, how can I? But they are a better alternative rather than being strained from being touched any further.

“That is a very find Orynth you have there, Your Majesty. And I can say so from experience,” Orchdin Gallan says, followed by the sound of a licking tongue, causing Loyd to growl. His body shakes because of how much anger he is storing inside. Then, without any warning, his thorns carge in.

Orchdin Gallan fights for his life, but the more he struggles, the more the thorns appear. He tries to dodge and find escape, but the white thorns are already everywhere when he almost nears a window, which leads to a balcony. Cuts color his bareness and dark skin when he tries to slip away. Loyd does not prove to have any mercy as he pierces one bigger thorns through Orchdin Gallan’s chest, eventually bursting his heart and leaving him to die on the spot. Those unforgiven ivory thorns open the windows and throws the dead body of Orchdin Gallan heartlessly out, which eventually meets the ground with a sickening bone-breaking sound.

Those thorns retreat back and cease from sight, but the fear that grows in me is undying like Loyd’s nightshade.

After that, I am thrown on the bed brutally. Loyd bends on me and I thought that he is going to kill me too. But then those tears drop from his eyes and I find myself shocked by his reaction.

“I am so sorry,” he says tremblingly. I have never seen the Cadipylth looking as vulnerable as he is now. “I shouldn’t have influenced you with my scent. Look what it made you become. You were not even aware when your life was in danger. It maked me angry to know for the fact that he has touched you, but it also makes me relief to know that his lust towards is the one that saved your life. You really are beautiful, Catalia. I don’t think any men out there would be able to resist you, if given the opportunity. Which is why I will never leave you alone again after this point.”

I don’t understand a silable word that this man is saying. All I want is just my need to be satisfied. Unable to hold it anylonger, I brush my p***y against his pants, thus cutting his boring speech short. Soon, I find outselves having s*x once again, his massive c**k sinking and releasing inside me again.

“Do you feel me?” he asks huskily as he places on hand on my stomach, grazing the bumb of where his c**k is resting within.

All the while when I am not panting and wanting more, I think of how stupid his question is. Of course.... But I am too weak and lustful to even make out a wrod right with my mouth, so I just nod furiously. My fingers are reaching for him not so long after that, and then I find a part of him I have not touched yet.

“Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!”

Finally, I can hear him groaning with passion. I squeeze his balls tighter. He groans once more, and the ring energizes me. I have never heard anything more satisfactory than his howls, caused by none other than myself.

After that, his thurst becomes much more brutal. It hurts when he slams back into me. It reminds me of when I was first deflowered by Julius. But the pain is good. I refresh the s*x even more. I encourage him to keep his pace by squeezing his balls even tigher, allowing him to groan lustfully on me. His c**k feels harder once he becomes more aroused.

Loyd then pulls himself of from me to let his face meet with my cilt, his cold tongue starts licking the juice that is flowing out like his is thirsty. I sink into the feeling and c*m even more, spreading my legs even wider than I already do for him.

His violet eyes are locked with mine the entire time, staring at such a lustful being I have become. He looks as if he wants to eat me, as if he hasn’t already for times more than a couple. There is no public hair that blocks his path, so he easily rubs and sucks.

At one point, he suddenly flips me over, forcing my face against the bed. He pulls my ass up high, sinking fingers from each hand to my bum. He pulls them apart. I cry out of the so much pain he is causing, especially since he is doing this out of the sort of pleasure. He just wants to torment me.

I feel the air around the back of my entrance when his massive c**k creepes into me, his head fitting me from a totally different angel that it feels new once again. The pain comes in shock waves, but I wingle my waist to help him trust deep quicker.

“Aaaaahhhhhh! Your Majesty!”

His c**k’s head rested on my G-spot, so patiently predatory that I can feel him throbbing from the inside. When I am weak and out of energy, his arms pick me up, his c**k not slipping even an inch as he does so. Both of his palms are on my breasts, but he does not squeeze them, only touching them. The skinship grows even more intimate when he places my back against his chest. I can feel eash stroke of breath he takes, each pulse of his wrists. Those little things still turn me on.

“Sleep,” on word comes out from his lips. It is not a suggestion but simply an order. “I will still be here when you are awake, then we can have s*x again. There are more new things we can try later. I know you want more, but you must sleep for now.”

As easy as he chanting leaves me relax, darkness embraces me ─ sweeter than I thought.

Apple Blossom

~Lust~

Temptation, vulgar-minded, heady love, peace, sensuality and fertility.

“What joyful scenes now fill my eyes. Whereever I look I see, those vibrant hues that spread afar. And light the morn with glee, to see the merry trees now dressed. With all that spring endows, as apple blossom white now hangs, upon these orchard boughs.

“I watch the fleeting bumblebees, that move from flower to flower, while petals fall upon the breeze, as if an April shower, I hear the lonely blackbird sing. Within the leafy shade, as I so gladly look upon, the wonders here displayed.

“I am so blessed to witness. And to see the clothes they wear, for spring shall pass too quickly. And the fruit they soon shall bear, yet now I stand in awe. And I'm so grateful I can browse, the apple blossom white that hangs, upon these orchard boughs.”

My inside still feels flaming hot even after all the things we have been doing. Loyd helps me pushing in deeper, but all I can get of each trust is a deeper hunger of his c**k. Panting like a predator, I dig my nails into his shoulders as I bend down to trail kisses all over his chest. The pace grows quicker as the sign of his arousal building up again. Not wanting this time to be the same, I pull away from his hardness with all the might I have. I can hear his groans of protest loud and clear, but it is soon being redem when I present my ass to his face while I cralw to his d**k. He knows what my intention is and we both begin sucking each other at the same time, the more we drink the drier we get.

After a while he changes our position back to where it was ─ me underneath and him on top. He starts burrying himself into me once again, releasing countless of fresh seeds into me. His palms capture my breasts and squeeze the plumps eractly. I moan lustously without any shame ─ what is a shame, anyway? And why do I have to feel it? I try to search for a sign of recognition but get nothing of the sort from my brain. I can not think of anything other than the vulgarous images of Loyd pleasuring me from above my squiring body.

Loyd notices that my attention is drifting away, so he releases one of my breasts, letting it bounce by itself. I cry when the aching comes crashing back again, but soon find my prize when I can feel his finger entering my folds. Then he begins to move his finger and c**k inside me at the same time, multiplying the pleasure I receive.

“More! Please!” I plead as I bend my body upright, pushing myself to meet his trust.

I catch a glimpse of him smiling down at me. He laughs at me for my weakness and demand, but still replies with an inching of satisfactory in his tone. “With pleasure, My Orynth.”

The bed begins to rock stronger, quicker. The fire that is igniting between my legs slowly fade and relive. I lost count of time as my sight begins to blur. The ceilling looks as it if is going to enclose us anytime soon. I wait for the clash but it never comes. The burning englufs me until all I can feel is numbness.... and cold tingles of kisses once in a while of my slumber.

Dream comes when darkness rises. From a distant land, I can hear Julius, my love, calling for me. But then he found me uniting for the king, and that handsome face turns into disgust. I remember calling for his name, begging for him to forgive me and come back. But Loyd holds me down and not allowing me to go, keep trusting himself into me. I cry for hours of eternity, but my love do not come back ever.

When I blink open my eyes, sweet is dretching all over me. I am alone and in cold, but I do not care. What I just did....

Fog. My mind if clouded again. I can not think clearly. There is darkness everywhere. And then....

The sweet and bitter scent of Nightshade invades my nostrils, body and mind once. That is all it takes to make me whole of it again.... the lust. Driven again by it, I find myself craving for touch again. He is not here, though, and I am left wanting worser. Struggling to keep myself sane, I scramble on the bed. My eyes roam wildly across the room, trying to find something that can possibly safe me from this agony.

A flicker attracts my attention when my eyes are searching predatorily. I can see it placed on the side desk. Like the animal I am becoming, I cralw towards it and grab it impatiently. Being already bare as I was before, I position the tube in front of my entrance and just.... trust it.

The feeling is so relieving. The smell of s*x and lust filled the room thicker than the supply on oxygen. As I fight to breath, I set the pace for the tube, pushing it in until it reaches my limit and then pulling it out again to eventually meet my need. There is no more moral in to be placed in my mind when I moan. In fact, I do not think I will ever care of what other people will think again after this.

My moaning must be louder than I original think, because not long after that, I can hear the sound of the door being opened and closed. Footsteps faintly approach me. Lazily I look up to find a figure with dark skin and nighty eyes, which are looking especially down at my display.

“O̱ Theá Flora mou,” he mutter in slight shock in his baritone voice, “you really are the Orynth for something.”

Oh my Goddess Flora.

I smirk at him as an idea registers into my mind. “Why don’t you help me.... and get a taste along the way, Orchdin Gallan?” I pur lustfully. Instantly his black lily’s scent fog into the air when I say his name and I can smell the proof of his desire.

Unplugging the tube out of my entrace and throwing it away, I spread my legs even further apart so that he can take a better look of my. His eyes roam hungrily all over my body. Each part the takes even a second longer to look at grows hotter and eager to be touched. The bolge on his pants shows just how much he wants me.... as I want him inside me.

It does not have to take a second longer for him to begin to strip and place himself on top of me. I sink deeper into the bed when his weight crushes me. I rip his clothes off impatiently and unbuckle his pants, allowing his erection to spring free. Immediately he places himself between and leg and his head near my entrance. He spares a lustful-agony at me ─ as if this want and need is killing him ─ before finally pleasing my walls.

Gallan sinks himself deeper when I order him to. But his is not as huge as I thought he would be. In fact, none of anyone’s I have tasted is huge enough after I have been touched by Loyd. And I do not think I will ever find anyone else bigger than him. Gallan’s is big, but Loyd is massive. I want him, and I cry when I can not find the fullfilment I am searching and longing for when he slams back into me.

“What in the name of Flora is going on here?”

The voice booms into the room like fury and power, clashing together and harming my hearing. Gallan instantly stops his movement, causing me to cry even harder when I do not get my aching release. He turns his head to look at the person standing at the door and gasps in shock. The person who interrupts us strom right away and soon I can feel a pair of arms pulling me away from underneath my pleaser. I struggle to free myself, my breasts bounce free in the process. I hear a loud growl before my eyes meet with Loyd’s lustful and angry eyes.

“Gallan, what do you think you are doing to my─” Loyd suddenly stops when his eyes rest on something on Orchdin Gallan’s back. I turn to look at what he is looking at, but Loyd’s arms are forcing me to stay in place. “Stop! Don’t expose yourself to this stranger more than you already did!” he orders me in an authority vibration. Then to Orchdin Gallan he hisses, “Are you trying to kill My Orynth with that widled sword of yours, Gallan?” Venoms are dripping from his kissable lips as he throws murderous looks at his Orchdin.

A sword? I didn’t even notice it when he placed himself above me and enter me again and again. White thorns begin to grow behind Loyd and I find myself struggling ever more at the sight of them. Those pair of arms suddenly relax around my waist when I can hear him whisper softly and lowly to my ear. “Calm down. They are not here to hurt you.” I grow composed in alarmed feeling, too afraid that he is just lying to me.

After knowing how much pain it can do to me, how can I? But they are a better alternative rather than being strained from being touched any further.

“That is a very find Orynth you have there, Your Majesty. And I can say so from experience,” Orchdin Gallan says, followed by the sound of a licking tongue, causing Loyd to growl. His body shakes because of how much anger he is storing inside. Then, without any warning, his thorns carge in.

Orchdin Gallan fights for his life, but the more he struggles, the more the thorns appear. He tries to dodge and find escape, but the white thorns are already everywhere when he almost nears a window, which leads to a balcony. Cuts color his bareness and dark skin when he tries to slip away. Loyd does not prove to have any mercy as he pierces one bigger thorns through Orchdin Gallan’s chest, eventually bursting his heart and leaving him to die on the spot. Those unforgiven ivory thorns open the windows and throws the dead body of Orchdin Gallan heartlessly out, which eventually meets the ground with a sickening bone-breaking sound.

Those thorns retreat back and cease from sight, but the fear that grows in me is undying like Loyd’s nightshade.

After that, I am thrown on the bed brutally. Loyd bends on me and I thought that he is going to kill me too. But then those tears drop from his eyes and I find myself shocked by his reaction.

“I am so sorry,” he says tremblingly. I have never seen the Cadipylth looking as vulnerable as he is now. “I shouldn’t have influenced you with my scent. Look what it made you become. You were not even aware when your life was in danger. It maked me angry to know for the fact that he has touched you, but it also makes me relief to know that his lust towards is the one that saved your life. You really are beautiful, Catalia. I don’t think any men out there would be able to resist you, if given the opportunity. Which is why I will never leave you alone again after this point.”

I don’t understand a silable word that this man is saying. All I want is just my need to be satisfied. Unable to hold it anylonger, I brush my p***y against his pants, thus cutting his boring speech short. Soon, I find outselves having s*x once again, his massive c**k sinking and releasing inside me again.

“Do you feel me?” he asks huskily as he places on hand on my stomach, grazing the bumb of where his c**k is resting within.

All the while when I am not panting and wanting more, I think of how stupid his question is. Of course.... But I am too weak and lustful to even make out a wrod right with my mouth, so I just nod furiously. My fingers are reaching for him not so long after that, and then I find a part of him I have not touched yet.

“Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!”

Finally, I can hear him groaning with passion. I squeeze his balls tighter. He groans once more, and the ring energizes me. I have never heard anything more satisfactory than his howls, caused by none other than myself.

After that, his thurst becomes much more brutal. It hurts when he slams back into me. It reminds me of when I was first deflowered by Julius. But the pain is good. I refresh the s*x even more. I encourage him to keep his pace by squeezing his balls even tigher, allowing him to groan lustfully on me. His c**k feels harder once he becomes more aroused.

Loyd then pulls himself of from me to let his face meet with my cilt, his cold tongue starts licking the juice that is flowing out like his is thirsty. I sink into the feeling and c*m even more, spreading my legs even wider than I already do for him.

His violet eyes are locked with mine the entire time, staring at such a lustful being I have become. He looks as if he wants to eat me, as if he hasn’t already for times more than a couple. There is no public hair that blocks his path, so he easily rubs and sucks.

At one point, he suddenly flips me over, forcing my face against the bed. He pulls my ass up high, sinking fingers from each hand to my bum. He pulls them apart. I cry out of the so much pain he is causing, especially since he is doing this out of the sort of pleasure. He just wants to torment me.

I feel the air around the back of my entrance when his massive c**k creepes into me, his head fitting me from a totally different angel that it feels new once again. The pain comes in shock waves, but I wingle my waist to help him trust deep quicker.

“Aaaaahhhhhh! Your Majesty!”

His c**k’s head rested on my G-spot, so patiently predatory that I can feel him throbbing from the inside. When I am weak and out of energy, his arms pick me up, his c**k not slipping even an inch as he does so. Both of his palms are on my breasts, but he does not squeeze them, only touching them. The skinship grows even more intimate when he places my back against his chest. I can feel eash stroke of breath he takes, each pulse of his wrists. Those little things still turn me on.

“Sleep,” on word comes out from his lips. It is not a suggestion but simply an order. “I will still be here when you are awake, then we can have s*x again. There are more new things we can try later. I know you want more, but you must sleep for now.”

As easy as he chanting leaves me relax, darkness embraces me ─ sweeter than I thought.

Apple Blossom

~Lust~

Temptation, vulgar-minded, heady love, peace, sensuality and fertility.

“What joyful scenes now fill my eyes. Whereever I look I see, those vibrant hues that spread afar. And light the morn with glee, to see the merry trees now dressed. With all that spring endows, as apple blossom white now hangs, upon these orchard boughs.

“I watch the fleeting bumblebees, that move from flower to flower, while petals fall upon the breeze, as if an April shower, I hear the lonely blackbird sing. Within the leafy shade, as I so gladly look upon, the wonders here displayed.

“I am so blessed to witness. And to see the clothes they wear, for spring shall pass too quickly. And the fruit they soon shall bear, yet now I stand in awe. And I'm so grateful I can browse, the apple blossom white that hangs, upon these orchard boughs.”

My inside still feels flaming hot even after all the things we have been doing. Loyd helps me pushing in deeper, but all I can get of each trust is a deeper hunger of his c**k. Panting like a predator, I dig my nails into his shoulders as I bend down to trail kisses all over his chest. The pace grows quicker as the sign of his arousal building up again. Not wanting this time to be the same, I pull away from his hardness with all the might I have. I can hear his groans of protest loud and clear, but it is soon being redem when I present my ass to his face while I cralw to his d**k. He knows what my intention is and we both begin sucking each other at the same time, the more we drink the drier we get.

After a while he changes our position back to where it was ─ me underneath and him on top. He starts burrying himself into me once again, releasing countless of fresh seeds into me. His palms capture my breasts and squeeze the plumps eractly. I moan lustously without any shame ─ what is a shame, anyway? And why do I have to feel it? I try to search for a sign of recognition but get nothing of the sort from my brain. I can not think of anything other than the vulgarous images of Loyd pleasuring me from above my squiring body.

Loyd notices that my attention is drifting away, so he releases one of my breasts, letting it bounce by itself. I cry when the aching comes crashing back again, but soon find my prize when I can feel his finger entering my folds. Then he begins to move his finger and c**k inside me at the same time, multiplying the pleasure I receive.

“More! Please!” I plead as I bend my body upright, pushing myself to meet his trust.

I catch a glimpse of him smiling down at me. He laughs at me for my weakness and demand, but still replies with an inching of satisfactory in his tone. “With pleasure, My Orynth.”

The bed begins to rock stronger, quicker. The fire that is igniting between my legs slowly fade and relive. I lost count of time as my sight begins to blur. The ceilling looks as it if is going to enclose us anytime soon. I wait for the clash but it never comes. The burning englufs me until all I can feel is numbness.... and cold tingles of kisses once in a while of my slumber.

Dream comes when darkness rises. From a distant land, I can hear Julius, my love, calling for me. But then he found me uniting for the king, and that handsome face turns into disgust. I remember calling for his name, begging for him to forgive me and come back. But Loyd holds me down and not allowing me to go, keep trusting himself into me. I cry for hours of eternity, but my love do not come back ever.

When I blink open my eyes, sweet is dretching all over me. I am alone and in cold, but I do not care. What I just did....

Fog. My mind if clouded again. I can not think clearly. There is darkness everywhere. And then....

The sweet and bitter scent of Nightshade invades my nostrils, body and mind once. That is all it takes to make me whole of it again.... the lust. Driven again by it, I find myself craving for touch again. He is not here, though, and I am left wanting worser. Struggling to keep myself sane, I scramble on the bed. My eyes roam wildly across the room, trying to find something that can possibly safe me from this agony.

A flicker attracts my attention when my eyes are searching predatorily. I can see it placed on the side desk. Like the animal I am becoming, I cralw towards it and grab it impatiently. Being already bare as I was before, I position the tube in front of my entrance and just.... trust it.

The feeling is so relieving. The smell of s*x and lust filled the room thicker than the supply on oxygen. As I fight to breath, I set the pace for the tube, pushing it in until it reaches my limit and then pulling it out again to eventually meet my need. There is no more moral in to be placed in my mind when I moan. In fact, I do not think I will ever care of what other people will think again after this.

My moaning must be louder than I original think, because not long after that, I can hear the sound of the door being opened and closed. Footsteps faintly approach me. Lazily I look up to find a figure with dark skin and nighty eyes, which are looking especially down at my display.

“O̱ Theá Flora mou,” he mutter in slight shock in his baritone voice, “you really are the Orynth for something.”

Oh my Goddess Flora.

I smirk at him as an idea registers into my mind. “Why don’t you help me.... and get a taste along the way, Orchdin Gallan?” I pur lustfully. Instantly his black lily’s scent fog into the air when I say his name and I can smell the proof of his desire.

Unplugging the tube out of my entrace and throwing it away, I spread my legs even further apart so that he can take a better look of my. His eyes roam hungrily all over my body. Each part the takes even a second longer to look at grows hotter and eager to be touched. The bolge on his pants shows just how much he wants me.... as I want him inside me.

It does not have to take a second longer for him to begin to strip and place himself on top of me. I sink deeper into the bed when his weight crushes me. I rip his clothes off impatiently and unbuckle his pants, allowing his erection to spring free. Immediately he places himself between and leg and his head near my entrance. He spares a lustful-agony at me ─ as if this want and need is killing him ─ before finally pleasing my walls.

Gallan sinks himself deeper when I order him to. But his is not as huge as I thought he would be. In fact, none of anyone’s I have tasted is huge enough after I have been touched by Loyd. And I do not think I will ever find anyone else bigger than him. Gallan’s is big, but Loyd is massive. I want him, and I cry when I can not find the fullfilment I am searching and longing for when he slams back into me.

“What in the name of Flora is going on here?”

The voice booms into the room like fury and power, clashing together and harming my hearing. Gallan instantly stops his movement, causing me to cry even harder when I do not get my aching release. He turns his head to look at the person standing at the door and gasps in shock. The person who interrupts us strom right away and soon I can feel a pair of arms pulling me away from underneath my pleaser. I struggle to free myself, my breasts bounce free in the process. I hear a loud growl before my eyes meet with Loyd’s lustful and angry eyes.

“Gallan, what do you think you are doing to my─” Loyd suddenly stops when his eyes rest on something on Orchdin Gallan’s back. I turn to look at what he is looking at, but Loyd’s arms are forcing me to stay in place. “Stop! Don’t expose yourself to this stranger more than you already did!” he orders me in an authority vibration. Then to Orchdin Gallan he hisses, “Are you trying to kill My Orynth with that widled sword of yours, Gallan?” Venoms are dripping from his kissable lips as he throws murderous looks at his Orchdin.

A sword? I didn’t even notice it when he placed himself above me and enter me again and again. White thorns begin to grow behind Loyd and I find myself struggling ever more at the sight of them. Those pair of arms suddenly relax around my waist when I can hear him whisper softly and lowly to my ear. “Calm down. They are not here to hurt you.” I grow composed in alarmed feeling, too afraid that he is just lying to me.

After knowing how much pain it can do to me, how can I? But they are a better alternative rather than being strained from being touched any further.

“That is a very find Orynth you have there, Your Majesty. And I can say so from experience,” Orchdin Gallan says, followed by the sound of a licking tongue, causing Loyd to growl. His body shakes because of how much anger he is storing inside. Then, without any warning, his thorns carge in.

Orchdin Gallan fights for his life, but the more he struggles, the more the thorns appear. He tries to dodge and find escape, but the white thorns are already everywhere when he almost nears a window, which leads to a balcony. Cuts color his bareness and dark skin when he tries to slip away. Loyd does not prove to have any mercy as he pierces one bigger thorns through Orchdin Gallan’s chest, eventually bursting his heart and leaving him to die on the spot. Those unforgiven ivory thorns open the windows and throws the dead body of Orchdin Gallan heartlessly out, which eventually meets the ground with a sickening bone-breaking sound.

Those thorns retreat back and cease from sight, but the fear that grows in me is undying like Loyd’s nightshade.

After that, I am thrown on the bed brutally. Loyd bends on me and I thought that he is going to kill me too. But then those tears drop from his eyes and I find myself shocked by his reaction.

“I am so sorry,” he says tremblingly. I have never seen the Cadipylth looking as vulnerable as he is now. “I shouldn’t have influenced you with my scent. Look what it made you become. You were not even aware when your life was in danger. It maked me angry to know for the fact that he has touched you, but it also makes me relief to know that his lust towards is the one that saved your life. You really are beautiful, Catalia. I don’t think any men out there would be able to resist you, if given the opportunity. Which is why I will never leave you alone again after this point.”

I don’t understand a silable word that this man is saying. All I want is just my need to be satisfied. Unable to hold it anylonger, I brush my p***y against his pants, thus cutting his boring speech short. Soon, I find outselves having s*x once again, his massive c**k sinking and releasing inside me again.

“Do you feel me?” he asks huskily as he places on hand on my stomach, grazing the bumb of where his c**k is resting within.

All the while when I am not panting and wanting more, I think of how stupid his question is. Of course.... But I am too weak and lustful to even make out a wrod right with my mouth, so I just nod furiously. My fingers are reaching for him not so long after that, and then I find a part of him I have not touched yet.

“Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!”

Finally, I can hear him groaning with passion. I squeeze his balls tighter. He groans once more, and the ring energizes me. I have never heard anything more satisfactory than his howls, caused by none other than myself.

After that, his thurst becomes much more brutal. It hurts when he slams back into me. It reminds me of when I was first deflowered by Julius. But the pain is good. I refresh the s*x even more. I encourage him to keep his pace by squeezing his balls even tigher, allowing him to groan lustfully on me. His c**k feels harder once he becomes more aroused.

Loyd then pulls himself of from me to let his face meet with my cilt, his cold tongue starts licking the juice that is flowing out like his is thirsty. I sink into the feeling and c*m even more, spreading my legs even wider than I already do for him.

His violet eyes are locked with mine the entire time, staring at such a lustful being I have become. He looks as if he wants to eat me, as if he hasn’t already for times more than a couple. There is no public hair that blocks his path, so he easily rubs and sucks.

At one point, he suddenly flips me over, forcing my face against the bed. He pulls my ass up high, sinking fingers from each hand to my bum. He pulls them apart. I cry out of the so much pain he is causing, especially since he is doing this out of the sort of pleasure. He just wants to torment me.

I feel the air around the back of my entrance when his massive c**k creepes into me, his head fitting me from a totally different angel that it feels new once again. The pain comes in shock waves, but I wingle my waist to help him trust deep quicker.

“Aaaaahhhhhh! Your Majesty!”

His c**k’s head rested on my G-spot, so patiently predatory that I can feel him throbbing from the inside. When I am weak and out of energy, his arms pick me up, his c**k not slipping even an inch as he does so. Both of his palms are on my breasts, but he does not squeeze them, only touching them. The skinship grows even more intimate when he places my back against his chest. I can feel eash stroke of breath he takes, each pulse of his wrists. Those little things still turn me on.

“Sleep,” on word comes out from his lips. It is not a suggestion but simply an order. “I will still be here when you are awake, then we can have s*x again. There are more new things we can try later. I know you want more, but you must sleep for now.”

As easy as he chanting leaves me relax, darkness embraces me ─ sweeter than I thought.

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