“Don't,” was all he could manage as those words sank into him like the blade of a knife. “Please don't,” he wasn't begging, he wasn't desperate, his words were soft, but his eyes spoke volumes of his pain. It was strange, for a man condemned; he wasn't mad with fright, or desperate to live. His heart didn't race wildly like a trapped animal; indeed he was calm while inside he was dying from the pain. He wanted Bhaska to be the one to protect him, to love him, not to do th
Chapter 14: Down
8 Comments
Posted by Danimonstah 15 years ago Report
Can I possibly request a story from thy great Amalia; if you remember me, that is?
Posted by Dragonic_Wolf 16 years ago Report
Loved your hard vore piece, although it didnt have too much HV in it.
Are you planning on making another one?