The Rochester Runes.

The Rochester Runes.

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Freiyon Fables The Rochester Runes. Written by Justin T. Hunt. Prologue. "Tell us a story, grandpa!" Two kids chanted as they jumped into their bunk beds. It was a lovely, starry night and the two kids' grandfather had agreed to take care of them while their mother was working late. The grandfather chuckled and sat down carefully, picking out a book from the book case. "'The Lion King' ok with you?" "No, you've read that to us seven times already today!" The young boy complained. "Yeah, we want to hear the one about the seven kids and their quest." The girl pleaded. "Oh, no! You can't possibly want THAT one again? It's long and quite gruesome at times." "We LIKE it, Grandpa! Please!!" The grandfather chuckled and placed the book back. "Well, it's been a while. How about I just pop down for a drink ..." "Grandpa!" The grandfather smiled and waved his hands dramatically. "This is how I remember it, but be warned! It can become very creepy. It all started, on a rainy night here in England, with the kids' great-grandfather, Frederick Rochester..."
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{BOOK1} I open my eyes to a dark room as my senses slowly crept in. This isn't a pillow! Pillow don't have abs or heartbeats. My head snuggled into a chest, legs tangled up and strong muscular arms wrapped around me protectively. I yelp and struggled against a vice grip that didn't even budge. " Let go of me y-you y-ou beast. " That's all I could come up with? My treacherous body has no urgency to fight against our captor. I wiggle my body and prayed for some sort of adrenaline rush while cursing and calling him every bad word I know. Which regrettably isn't a lot. In a swift move, he's between my legs and my dress yanks up to my hips. His warm shirtless tone body smashes into mine and pinned my arms above my head. I felt a slight panic so I wiggle and squirm even more yelling at him. He groans low in this throat and flexed his hips. "OH" I seize my action immediately when I felt his solid hard erection nudge me, sending all sort of confusing sensations throughout my body. I gasp. " I told you to stop moving." He teased. I can't see his face but I can still feel his intense smug gaze on me. " Get off of me you. you. you-" " Bastard?" He helps. " Yes, bastard!" Can't even come up with your own insult Silver. I scold myself. " When I imagine you writhing beneath me you're moaning and screaming my name..." His lips brush my cheek. Oh god " while that sweet wet tight pussy of your's contract around my dick as I thrust deep inside of you." His hoarse deep voice filled with so much passion, lust and desire. I swear if I wasn't lying down I would be on the floor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright law ... All rights reserved to CherryKel only. No one is allowed to plagiarize, repost this story or anything else that comes to mind, without the author's written and signed consent.

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