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Last published Wed, Jul 31, 2024
The sounds he made was unbearable. It echoed in the room. These wet sounds of him sucking beneath me scorched my cheeks and my lower belly.
What is this?
"Stop moving so much. If you resist, it'll only hurt later."
Later...what more is left of this night.
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Where a girl with speech disorder is sold off to the Barbaric leader.
Out of the 3 sisters she is constantly told and thought to be the least beautiful of them all. After a war breaks out between the Roem and Ninavon empire, the King of Roem orders 1 man from each family to fight in the war. Duke Pensington, in fear of his life, selfishly sells his youngest daughter to Khael in exchange for his service to fight for his life in the war.
When the war ends, surprisingly, Khael returns alive and comes to claim his wife.
♡ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (change of plot) ♡
ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ꜱᴏᴏᴊɪ ᴋɪᴍ
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