- Yah you! Liz growled, trying to get closer to him.After burning the girl, she shook a little, and the feeling of the Great and Terrible Masked Man nearby inspired hope that not a single executioner would come for her. And if it appears, it will be twisted into a ram's horn at the click of long fingers.- When people are escorted on their last journey, they kiss on the forehead, and not like you! she remarked when they were at the chess table.The confusion in the head, "reviewing" memories with constant breaks for flashing emotions, distracted the Human. And the "loud tone" of these thoughts did not allow one to abstract from them. Without knowing it, Lis forced him to listen to her experiences. The strategy of the game did not work out, the game was chaotic on both sides.- Escorted? I still hoped this wasn't the case! - from everything that happened and is happening, there was neither the strength nor the desire to throw on the mask of the master of the situation."Then why?" - i

I want this to never end. I want to feel it closer. I want to feel it with every cell of my body, even if after that they will bury me under the Hellebore! His lips greedily pounce on my neck, which I readily provide. I feel like the attraction is more than mutual. From particularly hot kisses, the air is rapidly heating up. The seconds without his lips become torture. I find them impatiently, slightly clenching my teeth. Through the kiss I feel his smug smile. A crushing victory. I am left with the sweet intoxication of defeat. The most desired defeat in this confrontation.Hot hands move to my hips in a businesslike way. Again the game. Slow and deliberately painful movements, not reaching the border of the skirt. Almost without hint.Greed. Hunger. Loneliness. Familiar to both of us, as well as the unbridled desire to satisfy them here and now! Immediately!- Master! Master! - the cry of Muzzlebiter, the word otherworldly sound sounded.The sound broke without permission into the t

Morning. The fox woke up at dawn and lay motionless on the sofa, afraid to breathe loudly or move. The days of confinement are over. End. You can collect things and run ... but where? To the poisoner Claudia? To the monsters in Brantford? Towards the nightmares that the Man shut her up every night, even though he never admitted it? Wait for them to come ?“Please tell me, for my behavior, I will stay at the Circus for another month! Please!" she mentally asked.“ For your behavior, you will stay here much longer, little witch, but completely voluntarily! »The bedclothes stung the skin, as if chasing the outlander away. Lie peacefully, thinking about some everyday things did not work. In my head, as if with a red-hot iron, the brand “You are free!” Was burned out. and it hurt. The fox grabbed the sky-blue dress and went behind the screen to tidy herself up. After all the standard procedures, she carefully looked at herself in the mirror. Has she changed a lot during her weeks at the C

The man did not show his real appearance, but the anger bubbling inside was tamed by the fingers gently touching his face. He leaned over to Lis, covering her hand with his as their faces were level. The right hand that appeared immediately lay on his neck in order to bring the Man closer to him. Enough for the little witch's lips, heated by her breathless breath, to find his own.***Did I have some kind of plan? Maybe he was. But when the horizon was closed by his demonically attractive eyes, and my lips voluntarily surrendered to his captivity, everything disappeared. The whole world evaporated and became absolutely unimportant.The only thing that mattered was his kiss. Incredibly deep, will-destroying, subjugating me from the first moment. Complete surrender has never been so pleasant. His hands roam my skin through my dress, revealing all the secrets of my outfit and turning my body into malleable plasticine. My unruly fingers are occupied with an expert-level puzzle, the strang

What are the punishments for sins? she breathed resentfully, continuing to provocatively run her fingertips over the scars. - If for the invasion, then another four weeks of work? Or two, I was alone this time.“Alas, my dear Alice,” he smiled rapaciously in response, “that was my mercy for an innocent sin, committed for the first time, but now ...“You won’t let me out of the territory now, will you?” - she suggested with mixed feelings, another game on the nerves was read in the words of the Man.In response, a fox smile with an unvoiced “I didn’t guess!”."You won't even let me out of your tent?" she asked, starting to giggle.He is the Great and Terrible Masked Man. He can do whatever he wants. The smile grew wider and more carnivorous. Almost guessed. But not really."Clear. I can't go further than the bed! I wouldn’t say that I’m against it, especially if I feed!”Thin fingers reached out to the Man's face. Weightless movements on the ideal surface of illusion. The action bore f