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[STORY 1] [1.1] Taming Caera

[Backstory]

Caera Denoir is a prideful noble woman who has superior visage, tastes, power and social standings. She shows her horns with such dignity and self-esteem; she garbs herself with such self-assertion and confidence—her status of possessing God's blood and blessings, only increased her value and grace amongst the Alacryan noble society. This is very evident from the way every single bachelor—highblood to unnamed; handsome to tame—all craved for her crimson eyes to fall on them, her silky smooth hair to brush past them, her slender and womanly figure to stand beside them. This included even the women too, for that is how popular Caera Denoir was. But, on the contrary, Caera Denoir lacked any interests on such troublesome affairs. She also thought that none of the human mortals are worthy of her beauty and affection. Such self-esteem, she had. But for how long?

Grey is a simple, lithe of a man ignorant of the ways of the people and the continent he's currently in. His naïveté doesn't extend further from that, for, he is capable, handsome and certainly powerful amongst the strongest of the strongest beings in the whole world. Being forced into hiding, he finds himself accepting a professorial duty positional at the Central Academy of Alacrya where he lives a night life of hunting...preys, succulent and voluptuous, tender and meaty, curvaceous and pretty. A new day, a new woman, this was his way. Will he be able to keep up with this? Or would his hunting season finally come to an end? If yes, then by who?

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[Main story]

Caera had just taken a bath. She exited her bathroom, into her bedroom as she removed the towel from her head. A mass of silky navy-blue hair tumbled free as they bounced softly before falling to her back. They stopped right before her curvy ass cheeks. Unwrapping her towel that covered her womanly body, she looked at the mirror hanging in front of her.

A smile formed on her thin pink lips as she ran her slender fingers along her cheek, pale white neck, into the deep valleys between the two peaks of her body that stood proud and untamed; her fingers stopped right below her hypnotic navel.

Taking a deep breath, her two red gems lowered down to gaze between her shapely legs. Her own gaze sent a pulsing sensation that drove her senses wild. As her breathing became raspier, she moved her halted fingers down to the entrance.

*knock knock*

But she came to an abrupt when she heard sounds of knocks coming from her door. Confusion bloomed on her pretty face as her thin brows lowered in a frown. "Who dares to interrupt my private moment? They sure have gall—no, they surely must be ignorant of who stays in this quarter!"

Muttering this with her mouth, Caera pulled a golden robe from her hanger and soon covered her skin with it. Letting out a sigh, she became moving towards the main door.

*knock knock*

"Coming! Wait! Argh!"

Her hands moved with haste as she unlocked the door and opened it with such force. "I swear in the name of Vritra! I don't care who you are, I'm going to kill..."—she came to pause as her gaze fell on a tall figure of a man, his body covered in an expensive robe, his wheat blond hair clung to his sharp, severe and chiseled face. Unconsciously, Caera gulped—"...you."

Her crimson eyes shook when the mysterious man's glowing golden eyes met hers. She took a step back in haste as her body temperature suddenly rose to higher levels—to her surprise, most of the heat collected between her legs.

'W-What's happening....?!' Caera panicked inwardly, her legs hugging closer as she felt moisture flowing down, along her inner thighs. Her pretty face flushed off colour as she understood what her body was doing to her. But why now? She couldn't understand.