She followed the music of the Spring celebrations. Crossed the veil.
Now she's trembling beneath him...soaked, aching, moaning his name...fucked into the moss and marked by something not quite human. She said yes the first time. And if she returns?
He'll take her again... rougher, deeper, until she forgets the world entirely.
This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.
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