Shalia looked up from the two dresses that she had placed on her bed to find her mom at the door looking between her and the dresses. There was a small knowing smile on her lips that for some reason caused a light blush to spread on her cheeks. Ever since what happened the day before, Shalia had been unsure how to act around her mother. Not only had she watched the woman get fucked over and over again until she was a quivering mess but she too had been fucked over and over again until she was also a quivering mess in front of her. But while she had been unsure of how to act, her mother didn't seem to have the same difficulties. She had gone on as if nothing had happened. The only subtle change about her was the small smile that played on her lips whenever she looked in her direction. It was the smile of a secret shared. The smile of one who had indulged in a guilty pleasure, except without feeling guilty afterward. On her part, Shalia didn't as yet know how to feel about the whole sit

Roka wasn't in any way disrespectful when in the presence of her father. She, however, had noticed there was none of the deep respect in his eyes that the other townspeople had whenever they interacted with her father. It wasn't that he looked down on her father. It was the exact opposite. He didn't look up to her father. In his mind, the Town-head didn't occupy a higher position relative to him. Shalia could see it clearly now, her father's title to the boy was just that, a title. No different than any other random word that one might ascribe to themselves. "Oh, he cares. Just not in the way you think," Her mother countered. "Apart from the natural desires of youth, why do you think he so desires me? Why do you think he has no problem with you pursuing Bran? He may not desire the title of Town-head, but his ego is just as big if not bigger than that of the three families. You and I are trophies to him. Marks of his hunt. Every time he entered me, he reveled in the fact that he was

Ting! Ting! Ting! The ringing sound of the blacksmith's hammer filled his house. The log walls muffled the sounds coming from the workshop attached to the blacksmith's house to some extent, but not by much. Greg didn't let it bother him as his hands moved over the nape of Eniya's neck, the blacksmith's wife. Greg had thought it would take much longer for him to cement his role of healer in the minds of the townspeople. He, however, was shocked at how quickly the town accepted this new role. Just three days of moving around taking care of the minor pains and maladies they dealt with every day, and people referred to him as Healer Roka. It wasn't to an obsequious degree, but Greg had noticed that people treated him with much more respect and deference. Even though they all knew that he was still a healer in training, only capable of dealing with minor issues, they gave him the respect of a full-fledged healer. It didn't take a genius to puzzle out why. In their minds, they probably th

When Greg stepped back from the girl, she was already breathless and panting with desire. When she could finally produce sound again, a groan of frustration left her. "This... this is torture," She said, her need coming through in her voice."For both you and me," Greg readily admitted."Can... can I escort you back home today?" She asked. Given all that they'd so far done, it should have been odd for her to hesitate at making such a request. Greg, however, could understand why she did. When she did it before, she was in the role of a servant because of her father's punishment. This time, however, her desire was warring with her pride. To do the same things she did as a servant but of her own free will was galling to her pride. She, however, was burning with desire, and any chance to alleviate her current state was one that she wouldn't turn down.Greg smiled at her, "Sure thing," He replied, before turning and continuing to make his way to the healer's cave...***"I hear that you've

Several thoughts passed through Alena's mind as she watched Roka lay the beautiful mat down close to where one could be warmed by the fireplace. Alena had lived long enough and seen the ugly side of the magical world. Enough so to have any naïve hopes or expectations about it thoroughly erased from her psyche. Neither her avatar nor the true Olivia had struck Alena as the kind to be generous just for the sake of it. If they were being generous, it's because they got something in exchange. When the boy had admitted that he planned on having sex with as many of the town's women as possible, it hadn't come as that much of a shock to her. After all, the very first time the boy had introduced his familiar, Olivia had plainly stated that she had certain needs of a more lascivious nature and the boy would be her conduit in scratching this need. Whether it was with her or some other woman, the familiar didn't care. When Roka revealed what he was planning to do, she didn't make the connection