After an accident, Imara, a 28-year-old plus-size black woman, ends up in a strange rainforest world from a bittersweet novel she read. This wild jungle is full of mysterious and dangerous beastmen, just like the stories she used to read.
To stay al...
Entering the castle, we found ourselves in a well-insulated, four-story structure that exuded an aura of primitive elegance. The interior was decorated, characterized by furs strewn about the floors, simple tables, and lots of plants, like a forest inside, it was very enchanting, and numerous rooms branching off from the central corridor.
Despite the simplicity, it felt, whimsical, there was an undeniable charm to the place, resonating with a deep connection to its surroundings.
We continued on our path, eventually reaching a decorated room of furs. Within, Queen Memi was adorned in an off-the-shoulder lavender fur dress that draped elegantly around her.
Surrounding her were four mates, each fulfilling a role of care and attention. One massaged her feet, another fanned her, a third fed her fruit, and the fourth engaged in rubbing her shoulders. These mates were all visually captivating, with stripe patterns indicating their prowess ranging from two to three stripes.
Queen Memi herself was a vision. Her fair complexion paired harmoniously with her well-proportioned facial features. She possessed an inviting figure with curves in all the right places, her blonde hair cascading gracefully. Her warm fuchsia pink eyes held a captivating depth.
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As the guards announced their presence, a sense of urgency punctuated the room. Breaking through the serene atmosphere, the news echoed through the chamber.
"Queen Memi, it's urgent. Parker our young lord has been injured. He was attacked by a feral beastman, and his mate has been kidnapped!"
The room's tranquility shattered, replaced by a charged atmosphere as the weight of the situation settled upon us all.
"My cub?!" Queen Memi's voice quivered with a mixture of shock, concern, and distress. Her initial words reflected a mother's worry, laced with the memory of previous admonitions to stay safe.
The news of Parker's injury and his mate's kidnapping struck her deeply, an unwelcome repetition of the very fears she had tried to prevent.
Reacting swiftly, Queen Memi rushed forward with her mates in tow. The urgency of the situation compelled her to reach Parker's side, her concern eclipsing all else.
The guys gently lowered Parker onto the transport bed, positioning it in such a way that the Queen could look down upon her son without having to strain her neck.
As her gaze fell upon Parker's battered form, a pallor swept over her face. Her cry of distress resonated through the room, the pain and fear evident in her exclamation, "My boy! Oh no!"
Her attention shifted swiftly to me and Harvey, her eyes holding a mix of surprise and inquiry.
"Tell me what has transpired," she demanded, her voice a blend of desperation and determination.
"How could he have been so badly wounded? And why is he not conscious?"
Her gaze, sharp and searching, then settled on Harvey, her surprise escalating as she seemed to make a connection.
