Chapter 5
ISIPORA
“The ones give | sviprchoil that weathered skin, the more handsome this male turned ont des be
Bus det fandsome uta perfeët, pretty way. More like wild, Primitive. Dominani…, even with him thamed to the walkand supposedly passed’ mui.
My lands were shaking as I pushed his filthy hair off his face and tried to clean him as best I could with that Irather side- rigla in the muddle, covering half his mouth and jaw,
li was grotesque. Goddess… how was he even alive after going that long without eating or drinking?
1 swallowed hard as I worked down his neck, up on my tiptoes, tense because I barely reached his height.
I wasn’t a tall woman, not even close… barely 1.63m, and this male was a giant next to me.
I leaned down to rinse the rag in the basin, and the water was already turning cloudy.
I’ll admit it. My innocent eyes kept getting stuck on the defined muscle of his thick chest… I guess this is what people call sexy
Weird tattoos wove over his skin, red and black ink forming tribals and wolves tangled up with runes I couldn’t understand
His arms were thick, and it took effort just to reach his hands above his head, chained in place.
I was breathing way too hard, and I didn’t even realize I’d ended up pressed right up against him.
My eyes snapped back to his closed lids, and 1 shivered remembering how sharp they’d looked when they were open.
“Better sleep a little longer.” I said with a nervous laugh, and yeah… I knew I was stalling so I wouldn’t have to face the worst part
I even went back to the bathroom, changed the water again, then came back and set the basin down on the floor,
Then, squatting, I lifted my gaze slowly.
Heat rushed up my checks like a volcano erupting, and even though nobody was watching, the shame nearly stole my breath
There it was. Under that tight, perfect stack of abs, between those narrow hips… hanging there, a huge slab of flesh.
I swear it was trembling, half-hard.
Or is than just how it looks when it’s resting? And if that’s him soft… then standing up?!.
My knowledge of male anatomy was preny limited, and I hadn’t even really seen Lucio’s properly back when we were dating-
But unfortunately, I’d felt him inside me, and he was nowhere near this big.
“It’s just à penis… just a massive one that shouldn’t fit in any vagina… Goddess, what am I saying?“
I slapped my hands over my face, fanning my burning cheeks, and with a defeated sigh, I started at his feet and legs.
Slow as a turtle, I practically polished his limbs, but on my knees in front of my slave… it was time,
kori theň 1 jerked my head up because I could’ve sworn 1 heard another snort and something hit me right in the face.
What is * L wear rigid the second Inalized what was resting aganei my toe
My eyes went wide, and a musky, wild male went flooded any lungs
The pulse of these thurk vesus brushed my skin.
“Oh, Goddess”!” I shrieked, scrambling back and breathing hardd
His vick was up. STRAIGHT UP!! Why?!
Without thinking. I bolted to the wooden chest and grabbed the first piece of clothing I found
I wrapped it around his hips to cover him, my whole body shaking.
My heart was hammering like crazy, and I swear I’d even gotten a taste of him on my lips.
“Damn it!” 1 growled when I couldn’t get the knot tight at his hip.
He was so hard I couldn’t even get close enough to tie it properly.
That thing twitched, lifting the edge of the shirt I was fighting with.
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“Why the hell do you have your huge thing standing up?!” I snapped. lifting my head like I was yelling at the wall…
And I almost collapsed right there.
Those eyes… those wild eyes, intense as the sun, were staring at me over the leather muzzle.
It was like the world froze, and I barely registered how close I was to danger.
One breath away from a man who could strangle me with one hand.
Everything turned into a chain of insane, unlucky events,
I let go of the shirt, but the movement was so rough, and I’m so damn clumsy, that the poor buttons over my chest basically said, “We’re done.”
도
In slow motion they popped and flew, smacking into his hard chest.
I looked down in horror as my two huge tits bounced out, bare, and the shirt I was trying to tie at his hip slipped and slid down…. and his cock made its grand entrance, pointing right at me like a greeting.
“AAAH!” I screamed, covering my chest and sprinting into the bathroom without even looking back.
Just like that Dramatic. Stupid. Clumsy…
1 slammed the door and pressed myself hard against the wood, certain I was going to die of embarrassment right there.
I swear a low, rough laugh echoed in my room.
You’re hallucinating. Goddess, what a ridiculous mess I just made in front of my slave.
But it hadn’t.
And even as I kept eating, the tears started falling, unstoppable,
It was like a dam breaking inside me after so many years… my whole life as a servant in this pack.
A soly climbed up my throat as I swallowed, like this was the fast time I’d ever cat this well, like tomorrow I’d aske og Sleeping on the cold floor again, eating Mation’s leftovers again.
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I ended up dropping my forehead onto the table and crying like I was tearing apart for my life for my first time that let dreained aboan and that turned out so horrible. for so much pain, and for the fear of everything new I’d have to fine
I let it all out now that nobody could see me and I didn’t have to pretend I was so strong
This day had been a carousel of emotions, but nothing lasted forever, and in the end I crashed onto the bed, exhausted
As terrified as I was to sleep with a dangerous man in my room, I trusted the chains… and I was so tired.
1 gave in pretty quickly, but I swear that at some point in the night I opened my eyes and this huge presence was standing in the dark at the fool of my bed.
Golden, exotic eyes stared at me while I slept, hunting me in my dreams, and something softly stroked my skin….
I stirred, uncomfortable, but I didn’t wake up until dawn.
I was used to getting up early, but after all that, I slept in… until the entry door suddenly flew open with a hard slam that made me bolt upright in bed.
My attention snapped straight to the slave, still chained to the wall… and he was awake, watching me.
But then my focus got ripped away by the regal, serious woman who stepped into my room with a firm stride.
“Lady Isolde, the day hasn’t come when you get to sleep until noon!” she roared, and I almost fell off the bed with how fast I jumped up, clutching my clothes because I was basically half naked.
“Y-Yes, ma’am…” I stammered, slipping right back into the servility I’d lived in forever.
“Come with me. I’m going to teach you the first lesson with your slave… New squire, don’t stand in the hallway!”
She shouted it and motioned for me to follow, walking toward the giant, who was growling low and menacingly now, staring at her like he wanted to kill her.
I saw my friend Elessia step into the doorway, her face secretly excited.
We looked at each other, and I felt a flash of happiness that they’d accepted her… and it lasted about two seconds, because then it was time for my first lesson…
No. The second lesson, because the first one was not to look weak in front of my slave, and I’d failed that one spectacularly.
And the second lesson?… the next disaster.
“Squire, hand me the whip I gave you!” The woman’s voice rang out like a sentence being passed.
My eyes went straight to those golden ones that never stopped watching me…
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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