For Mature Audiences Only!
Do not read this if you don't like this kind of story! ⚠️
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"Master, please, I don't want any of these," Shanara pleaded, her tears falling freely down her cheeks. She fought against him, but he was too strong, too focused on his own desire. His lips pressed against hers, then moved to her neck, to other parts of her body, as though claiming what was his. His touch was relentless, almost frantic.
He couldn't hear her cries. Her pleas vanished into the background, drowned out by the voice inside his mind. 'Claim her, claim her,' it whispered over and over, growing louder, taking control. He had tried to stop the feelings, the need that surged inside him, but they were too strong. He couldn't look away when she was near; she haunted him-her face, her body, her every movement.
She was always in his mind. Every night, he dreamt of her, lying next to him, hidden away from the world. She would be his, and only his. No one else could see her the way he did.
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I don't tolerate this kind of behavior, so don't do this to anyone, yk what I mean. It's just my fk up mind.