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Blood in the Water

Sneak Peek

“Yo! Ori!” Sully shouted from the kitchen, the Charizard anthro flipping eggs in his pan. “I’m making eggs? Want some?”

Silence. The little drake had been silent for quite some time. Sully huffed, tongues of flame licking at the corners of his maw.

“Yo! Ori and the Blind Forest! Does your demon summoning ass want the flesh of the unborn or what!?”

Sully craned his thick neck, the Zard was very much like his ancestors in the sense they had strong, muscular necks, solid pecks, and a nice healthy gut. Sully was built like a strong man his stubborn gut wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he dieted or trained. He had begrudgingly made his peace with it and decided to simply work the rest of his body to even out the proportions. So now he had a healthy, sculpted keg for a gut, framed by obliques and strong arms. He was currently standing in his boxers and an oversized shirt.

The door down the hall swung open and Ori came shuffling out, his blue eyes were sunken from lack of sleep and his wings dragged behind him. He was a lithe little drake, curvy in all the right places and on the small side. His black hide was accented by red tips on his wings and along his tail that ended with a demonic fork. His crimson dragon horns swung back over his head like a nice wavy haircut while a singular, shallow horn tried to work its way out of his forehead. He was wearing sweatpants and scratching his scarlet under scales and yawning.

“Dude, no need to shout,” Ori sighed, sitting down at the fold up chair at their card table that made their breakfast nook. “I was up late last night trying summon something.”

“Yeah,” Sully smirked, a mischievous gleam in his sapphire eyes. “I know. You kept me up past midnight you little shit.”

“So, this is payback?” Ori raised a brow.

“Payback, with a peace offering,” Sully came over with a plate of fresh eggs, melted cheese on the top with chives and green onion from their window garden. “Try to keep it down next time.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Ori sighed. “My summoning magic hasn’t been pulling much lately.”

“Isn’t this the slow season for summons? Could be that they just aint biting like they do in the fall.” Sully sat down across from his roommate.

“Yeah, I know, but that also means fewer people to compete with when trying to pull a strong one.” Ori scowled at his eggs and stabbed the yoke with his fork, yellow ooze steaming out of it as he started his ritual of chopping the eggs up with the yolks to evenly coat them. “It’s just exhausting, ya know. To put in all that work for scraps.”

“So you got a few imps?” Sully asked, munching on his eggs.

“Worse. I got hell rats. Don’t worry. I kept them contained and sent them back. We don’t need another infestation.”

“More like I don’t need to catch the plague again. Lucky for us, antibiotics still worked on the black death that came from hell.”

“You’re never going to let that down, are you?” Ori rolled his eyes.

“I almost died!” Sully snarled.

“But you didn’t!” Ori angrily bit down on his fork, shoveling eggs into his muzzle and munching them down. “Besides,” he continued with a mouth full of food. “I sucked you off! You said you’d forgive me if I swallowed your nut and I did!”

“Whatever man,” Sully waived off his argument. “Let’s just forget about it then.”

“I would if you didn’t keep bringing it up,” Ori mumbled around his eggs.

“Whatever,” Sully rolled his eyes. “I got to get to work. Try not to burn down the security deposit before I get back, huh?”

“I fixed it last time,” Ori shot back.

“Times, that’s times, with an ‘S’ at the end. Plural,” Sully smiled taking his finished plate, the Zard having gobbled down his breakfast.

“Didn’t know you were clocking me,” Sully crossed his arms as he continued to munch.

“I’m not, the fire department is,” Sully pulled on his jeans and started putting on his button down. “Drinks after work though?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Ori slouched in his chair.

“Hey, Ori,” Sully was putting on his shoes and looking back at his dejected roomie. “You’ll get there, dude. I know you will.”

Ori’s shoulders relaxed, some stress leaving his bones as his roommate’s words banished the voices in his head, if only for a moment.

“Thanks,” the dragon smiled.

“Good on ya,” Sully smiled, putting his hat on as he walked out the door, the embers from his tail flickering out in his wake.

Ori pursed his lips into a thin line, thinking about how to move forward with his ritual. He needed to summon something. His familiar exam to become a hell mage was coming up and he needed to be able to procure some sort of results. If he didn’t, he’d be kicked out of the program and have his magic sealed away. He couldn’t let that happen.

Ori took his dishes to the sink and then returned to his rituals. He had to keep trying. Ori’s room was a mess, his bed pushed off to the side, the hardwood floors covered by a circular rug that Ori drew runes on. The fibers of the rug were crusted with mana infused blood; several flesh sacrifices of pet store rats meant for snakes were in the center, their flesh almost shrink-wrapped around their bones from having their nutrients feasted on from the spell. Ori’s red claws clicked against the floor as he went over to his desk, a pile of herbs and utensils used for crafting potions were caked with the leftovers from his most recent brew. They were mainly used to help him bolster his hellish attunement, but white magic can only take dark magic so far before it circles back.

Ori snagged a potion from the table, popping the cork and gulping it down, a fraction of his mana being returned to him as his blood pumped through his veins with vigor. It was a simple potion, but he didn’t have any ingredients for anything else.

The drake turned to the circle, the lifeless rats in its center void of any energy. He would have to use his own blood for the ritual. Not that he wasn’t doing that before, but less was required when supplemented with a flesh sacrifice. Ori curled his tail around so his red spines were within reach. He gripped one and pricked his finger. He then squeezed a few droplets into the center of the circle.

“Oh shit, right, almost forgot,” Ori snagged a silver pendant from his desk. “Can’t go in raw, got to use protection.”

He fastened the pendent around his neck and held out his hands, energy flowing through him and focusing directly on the few drops of blood in the center of his summoning mat.

“I call upon that what burns, what hungers, what relishes in the splendor of flesh and blood. I offer this droplet as a taste of my flesh, in the name of the false saints and sullied virtuous. I command that you come forward and be my servant, be my servant and give me the power I desire.”

The incantation went on like this, repeating itself like an open SOS into the void hoping someone would answer.

“Maybe if I add another droplet,” Ori pondered and squeezed more blood out of his finger, the crimson droplet adding to the first. A faint molten glow started shimmering off the circle, the blood stains looking like clear glass far above an inferno.

“Oh great, another imp,” Ori sighed, the light far too weak to be anything other than a low level summon incapable of fusing with a hell mage. He added another droplet, and then another while reciting his incantation.

This is the kind of thing that people forget about rituals. They take time, and they are dreadfully dull. All it was, was Ori dripping blood onto a mat while droning a government issued incantation in monotone.

“Come on. Give me something, anything of value,” Ori gritted his teeth, his fangs glinting in the light glow of the circle.

“How about you give something of value,” a dark voice rumbled.

“Who was that?” Ori pulled his hands into his chest, a spell already forming between his fingers.

“You’re the one who’s been screaming like a bitch in all the hells’ rings begging to be pegged by a real demon. Why don’t you offer something of value?”

“I’m not offering my soul,” Ori narrowed his eyes.

“You should know that a hell mage’s soul is already damned, we don’t bargain for what we already own,” the voice rumbled. The mat glowed brighter, staining the room red.

“I’m just looking for a low level demon that can help me with being a hell mage,” Ori responded.

“Well I’m the only one answering,” the demon responded, a dark shadow fluttering through the light as though something were swimming just below the circle. “You can’t be too picky, now can you?”

“I’m not offering you anything more than my blood and a place by my side in the mortal plane, I will not offer anything else.”

“Really?” The voice was much louder…no, it was closer. That shadow fluttered under the seal, the dark shape larger than before. “You’ll offer me nothing more than your blood? There’s nothing else in your life you can part with? No loved one? A first borne? A pet? Are you truly all alone in this world?”

“No, I mean, I have a roommate,” Ori furrowed his brow. “But you can’t have him.”

“Are you sure?” The demon rumbled, the feeling of a claw brushing Ori’s chin made him flinch away, a shadowy essence was speaking directly to his soul, the fear he was feeling was the pain he just inflicted upon his essence, nothing more. “I could go get him from another room if that’s the case.”

“No, you can’t have him, he’s not even here anyway,” Ori was getting frustrated with the demon and was going to prepare closing the door.

“So you are truly alone?” The demon asked again.

“Yeah, what of it?” Ori spat back.

“Oh child, didn’t your parents ever tell you to lie when you’re home alone?”

Ori put his hands up and clapped them together to slam the door to hell closed…but the glow didn’t dissipate. The seal wasn’t listening to his commands anymore. He had lost control of the circle!

“Poor child, all alone without a hand to guide him, not a shoulder to lean on, not even a finger to swipe his tears,” the demon’s voice mocked in his soothing tone, his voice deep and powerful.

“I banish you demon!” Ori shouted, but the demon simply laughed, the glow from the circle getting brighter as something started to emerge from it.

It was as though the matt were made of water, rippling as bubbling crimson darkness parted around a fin. A dorsal fin red as blood emerged from the circle, and then a crown of black messy hair. A lot of hair! A head emerged from the matt, a vicious shark face with its eyes folded back as though going in for the killing bite. His gills split along the sides of his powerful muscular neck, his shoulders forcing the width of the matt to expand as he continued to ascend. His underside was white, thick corded muscle smoothed out with a healthy belly of fat. His monstrous hamstrings and ass caused the matt to expand as well, the dimensions of the room shifting to accommodate the beast emerging from the hells. He refused to kneel or bow, the room would simply have to bend to fit him.

Ori was already speechless, but then the demon’s dick came into view. A massive duo of demon shark dicks with thick foreskin hung over a duo of monstrous , coconuts, slapping around his knees. He ascended until his entire body was in the room, his feet finally made ground, the matt flowing between his clawed toes like water. No, not like water, like magma.

The demon took a deep breath, his gills sucking in air as he parted his lips, his maw lined with razor teeth. As he drank in the atmosphere of the world, he tasted it too, the air sucking between his teeth. His powerful chest inflated with air before he let out a sigh, his teeth parting to show a whirlpool of lava in his maw, the distant cries of tortured souls echoing on his breath.

Then his eyes snapped open. Energy filled the room as golden chainmail formed over his chest, massive rubies lashed onto his wrists and ankles, fishhook piercings lined his dorsal fin, his black hair pulled into various black seaweed like dreadlocks. And those eyes, they were flames, a duo of burning coals that radiated a confidence that was palpable.

“Go back now demon!” Ori shouted, his voice cracking. “I release you back to hell from whence you came.”

The demon simply smirked.

“Kid, not a demon alive can tell me what to do,” he chuckled, his voice like the crackling of flames and the sizzling of embers in ocean waves.

“But my circle binds you, you can’t go any further into this world,” Ori hissed.

“Really now?” The demon lifted his foot, the appendage was larger than Ori’s leg. He put his heel down on a rune and snuffed it out with a twist of his leg, the white underside of his foot being stained by the embers of the magic. “You missed a spot.”

“Fuck! Get back! I have protection,” Ori lifted his pendant. “This’ll smite you down where you—”

Ori was cut off as a golden trident flashed into existence in the demon’s hand, his black claws only gently holding it so the point of the spear was right on the pendent itself. Ori was sure he had been run through with that spear so close to his neck, but the sting of a blade piercing his neck never game. The fact he could swallow without a metal pole choking him was evident enough.

“Saint Hubert,” the demon mused as he pulled his trident back, the pendent stuck on the tip. “Patron saint of demon hunters. Cute,” the demon smiled, the silver pendent glowing before dripping off his spear as molten metal.

“What the fuck are you and what the hell do you want,” Ori pushed up against the wall, his heart pounding.

“Most would be groveling for their lives by now,” the demon’s trident disappeared as he took the chair from Ori’s desk and sat on it, his ridiculous frame threatening to break the base, the shark’s tail flopping off to the side. “I can respect that.”

“Do you want me to grovel?” Ori spat back. “Well I won’t.”

“Slow your roll,” the demon put his hands up. “I came top side to get you to stop with your insipid screaming. Don’t you know it’s the off season for us demons to rest? I came here to smack down the gnat that has been buzzing in my ear for the better part of a week, but why don’t we have some fun.”

“You going to torture me?” Ori’s eyes went wide.

“No, I want you,” The demon smiled, his eyes narrowing. “More specifically your flesh and bones. My body is impressive, but a hell mage, one of Babylon’s children are hard to come by in this world. What do you say we make a deal?”

“A deal?”

“Yeah, I’m up for a challenge,” the demon smirked. “You will give me your flesh, and I’ll give you your deepest desire.”

Ori frowned. Did he even know what he wanted? Sure he wanted money, but that was so he could live, not to just keep working and make more money. He didn’t want status or fame. What the hell did he want?

The embers in the demon’s eyes flared as though they were gleaming with mischief.

“Or I can just eat your body and soul,” the demon shrugged. “Your choice.”

“I…don’t have a choice here, do I?”

“No, you do,” the demon smiled. “You can either be my meat puppet, or you can be cast into the void.”

“Can I at least retain my consciousness?”

“Sure,” the demon chuckled. “So long as you’re a good little bitch boy and bend to my every whim and desire. In return, I’ll give you your own deepest desire.”

“Deal then,” Ori held out his hand to shake. The demon chuckled and held the drakes hand between his thumb and forefinger, the thumb claw cutting into the drake’s forearm and causing his blood to trickle down that claw.

“Deal,” the demon agreed and he vanished. It was like the entire display was a flickering flame that had just been blown out, the form of the demon sifting away in black tendrils in a sudden gust of wind.

“What the huk—” Ori was cut off as that smoke spiraled into his maw, his lungs filling with the burning sulfur of hell, the place where the demon’s claw pierced his skin was no better. It burned like he was stung or bitten by something with life threatening venom.

Ori wanted to scream, but he was choking on smoke, his throat full of spiraling darkness as that demon’s essence filled him up. Fear bloomed all over his body, the pain of the soul, as his soul was touched, and then cut and filled. Essence bled with essence, his flesh seared with power not meant for mortal men as he was forced to assimilate the demon.

Ori felt like his body was filled to bursting, his every fiber overflowing with demonic essence and still it flowed into him. His limbs going taut as though he were a jumpsuit that someone much larger than him was slipping into. His hands shook, his claws extended as his fingers flexed, then the veins across his body pushed up against his skin. It started with one arm, the fingers plumping up, flexing, cracking, and then reshaping into a thicker, more muscular paw. The changes rolled up his forearm, thickening it up, the essence filling him so much he couldn’t contain it.

“Such a small vessel, we’ll have to change that,” the demon rumbled in Ori’s mind. The drake’s eyes were flicking rapidly as though in deep sleep, his body pulsing as his pecks pushed out, each duo of abs plumping up like some waterfall of power before the obliques framing them crunched into place and the lats spread out behind them like wings.

The dragon’s maw hung open as black drool oozed from the corners of his muzzle, bubbling corruption that dripped and stained his collarbone. His jaw cracked, shifting and forming spines along it like some crimson beard. His brow broadened, his dragon horns becoming more streamlined as his tail extended outwards. His tail and spine shot him up further and his legs swelled and cracked, his foot claws slipping further along the wood as Ori continued to choke on that demonic essence. His sweat pants burned away, scorched by the power and heat ricocheting off his body. The fork at the end of his tail burst open into a shark’s back fins, the blood red spines along his back smoothed over into various dorsal fins going up along his spine. Several of these spikes formed along his body, his elbows and edge of his jaw to give him more sharp angles.

Then that essence pooled in his loins. It was painful at first, as though he were being kicked in that sack from the inside, but then it burned into pleasure. Each nut jostled and shunted into place, thick softballs of drake nuts pulsing with power. His cock sprung from its slit, getting harder than humanly possible before reeling out further, pulsing thicker, the veins along that red shaft black as night. The dragon’s dick formed spines along it’s under side, almost making an armored layering of onyx fuck flesh while the tip tapered into a blood read head.

A growing feeling of power surged into his loins as his slit spread further apart, the opening being gaped almost beyond its limit as a second cock sprung forward wetly, both soaked in a musk that radiated off them like the steam from hell’s vents.

Ori’s toe claws touched down as tendrils of smoke rolled off his skull, forming onyx locks of obsidian hair. The center horn, that little red nub, rose, splitting his crown of onyx locks with a final dorsal fin, like a Damascus blade where the exposed steal glittered like rubies and the sides were solidified magma.

Ori slumped forward, his eyes closed as he let out a hot breath, steam rolling from between his shark teeth as he looked over his hands before swiping the ichor from his maw with the back of his palm. A dark chuckle emanated from his throat, a giddiness bubbling inside him as he stood back up, his black hair falling in feathery locks as a confident smirk slanted the corner of his lips. Then his eyes flashed open, both glittering sapphires with glints of red.

Ori was still Ori, but he wasn’t Ori anymore. He was more than the sum of his parts, his soul and body mingled together with this demon. The pride from the demon and the anxiety from the drake mixed to form arrogance, their personality being corrupted by the darkened virtues of the demon housed in his soul.

“Holy shit,” Ori breathed, his shark teeth causing his words to hiss a bit. “I…I feel amazing.”

Ori spread his wings, the tips of them smacking either side of his bedroom and still had more give in them. He was a beast. He clenched his fist and the demon’s trident flashed into existence…no, his trident. He wasn’t Ori, nor was he the demon, he was something more.

Say your name, you are a demon reborn, speak your full name.

“Oriax,” the shark drake rumbled. “I shall now, and forever be, Oriax.”

Those blue eyes bled to purple before they glowed a demonic red. A new demon was born, and the world would know his name. But first, he wanted to have some fun and really stretch his wings.

***

Kalaron sipped at her drink at the bar, the straw bubbling with the fizzy drink. She really needed this.

The protogen was a next generation cyborg, her long slender body almost like a fox’s, but more languid. Her fur was white as snow, but her henna dipped hands were a vibrant purple. Her shoulder length hair rolled back in gentle waves, starting out white at the roots, then forming gradients of aurora pinks, cosmic violets, and silvery blues. Her visor covered everything above the jaw and below the brow, her face displayed as though she were simply covering her muzzle in a purple visor. Her pointed ears rose above her hair, the tips looking henna dipped as well, but a gradient of purples and blues. She wore a simple blue windbreaker and a white skirt to show off her luxurious legs and purple foot paws.

“Kal! You want anything?” Her rat coworkers shouted from the bar, the place a black lit dive bar with neon paints and decoupage bar tops.

“No, I’m…I’m good,” Kal giggled. “I shouldn’t have anymore. I just want to get a light buzz. It’s a school night, ya know.” Kal joked to her coworkers. She finally worked up the courage to go out with them and she didn’t want to get sloppy.

“Happy hour is almost over, you sure you don’t want to hit the reset button?” Her goat coworkers asked.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly,” Kal chuckled and put up her paws, the pads a violet blue that seemed to radiate like sensors. “I just wanted to see what the hype was about, and you guys definitely live up to your reputation.”

“Oh, come on now Kal, you know why we invited you,” a hyena chuckled. “Some of us wanted to get a slice of what the boss is getting.”

“I…” Kal’s cheeks blushed, her display going from dark purple to a muted pink.

“Don’t be a dick Ty,” a rabbit smacked his chest.

“Oh come off it Viv,” the hyena gave a little hiccup, his own face blushing, but not from embarrassment. “Even you’ve trash talked him-erp-I mean HER cuz you’re jealous you don’t have the nads to fucking…well…fuck!”

“Ty!” The rabbit smacked their coworker upside the head.

“What!”

Kal suddenly felt very self-conscious and put her drink down, most of it gone anyway. “I mean…I didn’t know you wanted to do stuff Ty,” Kal crossed her arms, her pert little breasts hidden beneath the swishy fabric of her windbreaker.

“Holy shit,” Ty practically stood on his stool. “You mean…I have a shot.”

“Probably not anymore asshole,” Viv gripped him by the ear and forced him back down into his stool. “Now drink some water before you get us kicked out. Kal, you doin okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just…I need some air,” Kal walked out of the bar, her chest fluttering. Why did such a jerk like that get her circuits all in a twist! Her long, fluffy tail twitched back and forth as she left the bar and stood outside. The sun had gone down and she was suddenly feeling very exposed. She walked to the nearest lamppost and pulled her phone from her purse.

“Maybe I should just order up a cab and call it a night…they wouldn’t mind me texting them, right?” Kal muttered to herself.

“Hey there little girly, what’s going on?”

Kal almost jumped out of her fur as she realized someone was leaning in the alleyway just outside of the lamppost’s light. The protogen could have sworn her sensors picked up on a red glow, but maybe it was just a glitch. Not that she had to wait long as the man in the alley stepped into the light.

First a strong, muscular foot paw clawed into the concrete, the claws on them clicking against the cement. It was almost as if he was a predator ready to strike, but what emerged from the darkness wasn’t some leaping beast, but a man.

A sexy beast of a man!

A black and red drake shark stood in the light wearing some athletic shorts and a cutoff hoodie. The shark did a little hair flip that knocked the hood back and exposed the sapphire eyes of that tall, dark, handsome drake.

“I…I’m just calling a cab.”

“You really leaving already?” A sly grin spread across the drake’s muzzle, a single gold tooth glinting. “But the fun is just getting started.”

“I…I really think I should go,” Kal wanted to turn away, but a sudden twitch in that shark’s muzzle changed the cocky grin into an annoyed sneer.

“Stay,” he ordered.

Kal’s body seized up. That was a command, that was…a very powerful command. The way he said it made her spine shudder and her face glitch beneath her visor before it flashed back with a blush.

“Put your phone away,” the drake commanded in that threatening tone.

Kal gulped and her hand shakily complied. Why was she listening to this guy?

“Now, tell me your name,” he demanded.

“It’s…Kal…” the protogen squeaked out. Were his eyes always red?

“No,” the drake cocked his head as though he were getting tired of a child not understanding. “Your full name.”

Red flags flew up in Kal’s mind, knowing she should resist, but those ruby eyes glared into hers, her blue eyes taking on a reddish hue around them.

“Kalaron,” she finally let her name loose.

Then…he smiled. A warm and cocky grin as he leaned in, bending down to breath his words directly into her ear.

“Good girl,” the drake murred.

Good girl? Good girl?! Good Girl!

Those words had never sounded so good, so sweet, so…sexy. She had heard it plenty of times before from many other men she had dated, but this…this was like having someone pull the tone and tambour straight out of her dreams and hotly waft it over her ear.

“I…I…” Kal blushed, her face glitching to a goofy grin as her maw hung open.

“Oh? You like that? You like being called a good girl?” The drake continued to murr his words directly into her ear. Each time he spoke, shivers ran down her spine, her nipples grew hard, and her pussy quivered.

“I…”

“Don’t hold back, tell me,” the drake murred.

“Yes,” Kal let the admission out in a pained squeak as though that confession was wrung out of her.

“That’s a good girl,” the drake rumbled.

“Oh-H-Oh,” Kal’s voice warbled as her eyes glitched to hearts before blinking back to normal. She felt a cool breeze. Then she heard it, the methodical and slow sound of her jacket being undone.

Zzzzziiiippp…

One little chink at a time the drake pulled down the zipper from her neck, slowly sinking beneath her collarbone, exposing her purple blouse.

“I…I don’t even know your name,” Kal tried to string some sort of thoughts together, but for some reason it felt like only the mechanical parts of her brain were working, her organic bits felt like they were on fire.

“My name is Oriax,” the drake rumbled. “Ori for short, but you can just call me Sir.”

“I…I don’t know…if I want you to do that…Sir…” Kal’s hand felt heavy, so very heavy as she brought it up to stop Ori, the zipper already half way down.

“Yes you do,” Ori rumbled, his hand gently continuing it’s decent as Kal’s hand fell away. “You’ve wanted this kind of man for a long time. The kind that can make you feel like a real woman. The woman you always were.”

“Kal!” Ty shouted as he burst the exit doors open. “I’m sorry, Okay, come back in and keep drinking with us.” The hyena was a sloppy mess.

“Kal isn’t here,” Ori said, his eyes glowing as the hyena paused and stopped the doors from closing.

“Shit…hick…she isn’t out here. I’ll…I’ll just apologize tomorrow or whatever,” Ty spun on his heel and went back into the bar, his drunken eyes glowing an unholy red.

“Ty?” Kal blinked and lifted her hand as if to beacon him forward, but Ori gently took it and pulled her from the light, leading her into the alleyway.

“Forget about him, I’m the only one that matters now,” Ori rumbled, finishing the unzipping of her jacket. Kal knew those words were untrue and quite alarming, but…she didn’t feel in danger…or…at least not as much as she thought she should.

“Who…who were we talking about,” Kal could remember someone walking out of the bar just a moment ago, but it was distant.

“Forget about them,” Ori murred his order into her ear. “I’m the only one who matters now. The only one you should care about. The only one you should think about.”

“The only…one…”

“Yes, that’s my good girl.”

“I’m, a good—huk!” Kal’s breath hitched on a surprised gasp as she felt warm fingers petting her panties. She knew something was wrong. She didn’t want this. This wasn’t something she agreed to.

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