Ren.
Master is walking through the house with the guests selling multiple things. All the guest are looking around and talking with him, except the tall man with the yellow eyes. He walks behind the group and keeps looking back at me. Everytime he looks at me, my body tingles. I can't explain this feeling. I don't know why I'm feeling it.
Master and the group of people disappeared farther into the house. I walked over to the fireplace and snuggled up on the floor. I just got cozy when the door closed and locked. My eyes shot to the door. It was one of the Fae. They are never as the appear. But he appears to be in his late twenties, hungry grey eyes, almost six feet tall, shiny blond hair, and his sent screams aroused.
I froze to the spot, afraid that if I move he'll lunge and capture me. I have no chance. In a flash he's on top of me. I scream for my master but the sound never came out. Tears fall as i try to fight him off. He slaps me and I whimper. One of his hands holds both of mine above my head and the other starts to pull my pants down.
I try to cry out again but nothing comes out. "No little one, I'll not have us bothered before I test the merchandise." The Fae's voice whispers in my ear. My pants are at my knees and his hand is slowly sliding up my thigh. I try again to flail out of his hold but it is completely useless.
His fingers slide up and grab my ass. I jump and whimper in fear. He looks me straight in the eyes as he slams his middle finger inside me. I scream in fear, agony, pain, embarrassment, and anger.
The sound never came out of my mouth. Then again, it never needed to. A loud roar came from behind the Fae. Suddenly, the Fae is ripped off me and slammed into the brick fireplace. I crawl away only to be pulled into a large set of arms. The tall man pulls me to his chest. He stands and walks to my master and says, "I don't care the price anyone else makes you, I will pay more for the wolf pup. And I want him as he is, not raped or beaten." He snarls a vicious beastly sound at the Fae that hurt me.
Master: "Take him home Wulfe. For you my old friend, you can have him now."
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Top Price (BoyXBoy)
FantasyWere creatures of all types are slaves. They can be beaten, fought, fucked, killed, and used in any way and no one will see it as wrong. Thus goes why Ren is scared shitless. Ren's a 17 year old male werewolf. A really small wolf at that. Ren's fear...