Iris POV:Open. People here are so open and kind.As I stood at the edge of the waterfall, I couldn't help but notice that all the women's around me were completely unclothed.Unlike them, I stood out with my attire, the drawstrings of my petticoat securely fastened around my upper chest."Iris, come inside," Penelope beckoned from the water, her own naked form unbothered by the openness.I hesitated, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension."Umm... Penelope, do I have to be naked too?" I inquired, glancing around at the other women in the water."Come on, don't be afraid. Not a single man will peek or come here," she assured me, her tone reassuringly candid.With a deep breath, I loosened the strings of my petticoat and carefully set it aside on the ground, away from the water.Stepping into the lukewarm water as it enveloped my body up to my neck.I glanced around, making sure no one was watching. Nope, every woman here seemed perfectly at ease, completely naked."Βασίλισσα," s
This is a mature chapter. Contains Blood, the S word, and mature things.All people and situations in this story are fiction.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Ace POV:"Βασιλιάς (King)," Ares handed me the lifeless rabbit, his expression serious.I took the rabbit and wrapped it with the other animals we had caught—a mixture of fish and deer—before throwing them over my shoulder.I felt a surge of happiness wash over me. Happy that she willingly wanted to be mine, happy that she only desires to be mine."Ares," I uttered, breathing heavily as we rested in the middle of the forest, preparing for tonight's feast.It was just Ares, myself, and three other men on this hunting, and now we were all seated on a large stone, catching our breath."Έχετε κάνει ποτέ σεξ με παρθένα πριν (Have you ever had sex with a virgin before)?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.I fucked many girls but not a virgin, because virginity is not something that can be undone." Όχι, βασιλιά. (No, king)
Ace POV: There was something unique about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Despite being complete opposites, we shared some common ground. She was sleeping, snoring a little bit. Cute. She was lying in a side-lying position, her head on my right forearm and my other hand cupping her cunt. A string of saliva sticking to my hand connected to her lips. Last night was one of my memorable nights. NO! A pleasurable paradise. My own paradise. A forbidden paradise. Yet I made her mine. I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, feeling as if I had found heaven itself. Her scent reminded me of something that belonged to me – a mix of sandalwood and musk. It was 8 and we were still lying in the disheveled bed, cocooned inside the fur blanket. Suddenly, a distressed whimper reached my ears and caused me to open my eyes in concern. "Sh... it's okay," I reassured her, continuing to rub her belly soothingly. Her gaze wandered, unfocused, as if caught between dreams and waking
Ace POV:I took one last glance at myself in the mirror before stepping out of the closet.She was still asleep on the bed, emitting small snores with a bit of saliva sticking to her lips. Jet lag.It was 7 in the morning, and I needed to leave for my office.We had returned to New York the previous evening, and she had been moody and sleepy since then.I wished the last week in the village could have lasted longer, but alas, time waits for no one.I took out a wipe and gently cleaned away her drooling saliva.She stirred and let out a soft hum, her hands instinctively moving to scratch her head.Her eyes squinted, adjusting to the brightness of the room."Mattina, amore mio," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead.She smiled and sat up, returning the affection with a wide smile."Mattina, amore mio," she mimicked, rubbing her eyes sleepily.I took her hand and used my fingers to gently rub her eyes."Did you sleep well?" I asked as I lifted her up.She wrapped her legs around me
Iris POV:I rested my elbow on the armrest, grinning as I glanced away.Wipe it, Iris.His fingers roamed casually along my clothed inner thighs, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as he navigated the car.Thankfully winter had started or not, his hands will be inside my panties, a tantalizing yet slightly embarrassing habit.But I knew that regardless of the season, his hands would find their way under my panties. Because in summer he would make me wear frocks and slide his sinful hands inside my frock.It's not like I hate frocks but he can't keep his hands off me.It's not like I hate it but I am shy.I like his hands there but I am still awkward though.I was wearing baggy jumper pants inside a full-sleeve top with my black Converse, I was set to head to college with Alex.BUT then, to my surprise, Ace insisted on dropping us off.His sudden change of heart shook me to the core.Ace had always been adamant about keeping our relationship hidden. That's why he never dropped me at col
Third Person POV: *Mature* She lay on the floor in pain. He knelt beside her, inspecting her body. His fingers lightly tapped her cheeks, attempting to bring her some comfort, as she squinted her eyes, whimpering. "Is it hurting so much?" he asked softly, leaning in, he kissed her tear-streaked cheeks gently. She sucked in a breath, her chest heaving with the effort, and cried out in pain. Each inhale and exhale sent waves of agony through her body. "I don't like you, your skin is kind of rough. You're pretty, though," he said, stroking her bloodied head He broke her ribcage, and some cuts and tried to stuff a rod inside her but he didn't. Not yet. She was naked, her flesh slick with her own blood. Both of her hands were twisted grotesquely, one ankle was bent backward unnaturally, and her hair strands were ripped off her head one by one. A long needle was cruelly inserted inside her cheek, her bloodied tongue lying lifelessly on the floor. The light faded from her eyes,
Iris POV:I hummed softly and rolled over in bed, feeling the warmth of the blankets around me.My eyes fluttered open to darkness surrounding me.I squinted against the dim light filtering through the curtains and let out a deep breath, trying to wake myself up fully.Glancing around sleepily, I took in my surroundings."AAAH!" A startled scream burst from my lips. I crawled back against the headboard, clutching the blanket around my bare form. My chest heaved as my pounding heart raced."Mini..."His voice echoed in the stillness. "Ace," I whispered, casting a wary glance his way.He leaned nonchalantly against a table in front of the bed.Only a casual sweatpant clung to his hips, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.Because of the darkness, I couldn't see his face clearly."What time is it?" I asked, clutching the sheets tightly around me.I was just wearing a skirt."2 in the morning," he replied huskily.I gulped and hurriedly got out of bed, my hands instinctively covering
Ace POV:A black eye peered at me through thick, white glasses, a hint of confusion evident.Iris quickly moved my hand behind me, concealing the gun."Mama!" Iris called out, her voice ringing with affection.Her small hands clung tightly to the woman's large belly."Oh! Baby look at you," the woman exclaimed, her gaze softening as she looked at Iris.Iris's face lit up with a big, beautiful smile."Who is he?" the woman asked, her eyes darting suspiciously towards me."Mama, it's Ace. Ace, meet Mama Trina," Iris introduced us, her joy apparent.I nodded in acknowledgment as I took in Trina's appearance. She seemed to be in her late 60s, her demeanor warm yet guarded.Returning Iris's smile, Trina spoke, "You're friend?" her gaze shifting between Iris and me."Mama... uh... he's my..." Iris hesitated, her fingers fidgeting nervously.Trina's gasp echoed in the room, followed by an intense scrutiny.Pardon me, didn't just look at me, she freaking scanned me from top to bottom."He loo