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    • chapter four

      by Mae Celeste There was no pause on his end as he kissed me back with much more enthusiasm than I expected. He was quick to grab the back of my head until he got a slightly better grasp on me. Liquid desire pooled into the pit of my stomach as he took over the kiss. My fingers grasped desperately at his biceps, trying to hold on to something. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, asking permission to enter, which I immediately granted him as he started to play with my tongue. The hand that wasn't gripping the back of…
    • chapter seven

      by Mae Celeste I woke with a moan on my lips as I writhed in my bed. I could still feel the impressions of the tentacles holding me down, fucking me within an inch of my life. Once my overheated body calmed down enough, my brain started to pick up the context clues. That dream felt so real… almost too real. I was already fucked by tentacles? …Hemming? The rage burned bright in me as I threw the covers off to get dressed and find that son-of-a-bitch. I found him leaning against a rock while his lower…
    • epilogue

      by Mae Celeste It was a beautiful day outside. The water was crystal clear, there was barely any clouds in the sky, and the sounds of screaming people were just music to my ears. Hemming had judged a military vessel he deemed unworthy of being in his waters, so when they were out of range to the nearest ship, he hastily made his way underneath them and made his move. This was the first time I saw him take down a ship, and I always imagined it to be far less beautiful than the new treat he is showing me. It almost made…
    • chapter nine

      by Mae Celeste Ulf had to carry me back because my legs would collapse every time I tried to stand. He cradled me to his chest like I was the most precious thing he could ever be holding. I didn't even want to look around while we were walking. I just want to bury myself in his fur and breathe in his scent. So I did. He seemed to accept that because a low rumbling growl was emitting from the back of his throat, almost as if he was purring. I only knew when we arrived back at the house when his strides cut short.…
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