Slick and wet, his tongue lavished every inch of my pussy until I could no longer think straight. Juices ran down my thighs, coating his hands and face. By the time he pulled away, I was barely coherent. His cock slammed into me, meeting no resistance. I wasn’t given time to adjust before he was po
Lilac’s P.O.V. In the months since my return, Primrose National Park had been wholly transformed. The once sprawling stretch of open field was now an obstacle course meant to maim, torture, and kill. A wide dirt path had been erected through the grass. It curved in a funky looking square, leading
Warriors dressed in black, likely drowning in sweat under the sun’s heat, lined the dirt path. Their job wasn’t to keep us from slaughtering one another. No, they were the ones tasked with dragging our unconscious, lifeless bodies from the circuit. I might not have had to worry about Kofi’s warrior
Lilac’s P.O.V. The warriors lurking along the outskirts of the path quickly dragged her away. I hit the mud at the same time as several others and was lost to absolute chaos. Vines exploded left and right, shooting over my head and between my legs. Screams of the crowd and contestants blurred into
A minute and a half passed when his panic started to increase. I could feel it in his tense muscles and frantic movements. Weston needed air. I no longer gave a shit if he managed to use the knife on me. Dropping his hand, I circled my arms around his neck until I had him in a chokehold. He bucked
Lilac’s P.O.V. The path was still visible inside the forest, though the ground was no longer level. Rocks jutted out left and right, some surrounded by blankets of thick moss. Our group slowed as an all-encompassing silence took over the forest. Birds ceased their chirping, scattering from the tre
Left and right rogues appeared from between the trees, trying to knock me off the path. Some I stopped to take down, while others I left badly wounded. I spared a glance behind me and nearly sagged with relief. The contestants had followed. Close behind was what had to be over one hundred rogues, al
I landed on the grass, my head spinning wildly. The threads were cool between my fingers, but it wasn’t dew that moistened the grass. It was fresh blood. My body screamed in agony as I tried to get up. The ground tipped sideways, my vision blurring even further. Screams melted into one, and I swor