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"Strip" Medusa's breath hitched on hearing his command, she could have argued but it had no room for discussion.

She took off the face-covering scarf, her fingers trembled as she bend to slowly slide off her long pink skirt then took off her panties.

Her thighs were coated with arousal which dripped down as she stood up parting her long silver hair to a side, arching her back to take off the bralette.
Medusa was all naked infront of him, her clothes lying at his feet when she peered at him through her eyelashes.

Her thighs clenching on seeing him drinking her with a wild animalistic lust in his eyes which had darkened as his pupils dilated.

"Rhy-"
"On the bed, face down, ass up." Medusa gasped softly when he took off his long coat throwing it down along with her clothes.

"NOW" she didn't need to hear anything after that as she scrambled on the bed getting on all fours arching her back and raising her ass for him.

She put her head down turning to a side watching him taking off his belt, her cheeks burning crimson at the exposing position her body was in.

She was completely bare to him, her body all for him to do as he wished, to play it like an instrument for himself. All ready for his punishments.

"Keep your hands at the back" The bed dipped behind her as he settled on bed. He held both her wrists binding them together with a leather cloth..the rough belt he had taken off.

Her heavy breathing was only sound that could be heard and his intense gaze on her was the only thing she could focus on. Minutes passes when he didn't touched Medusa making her squirm.
A loud smack upon her butt made her yelp in surprise which soon turned into a wanton moan. His hands massaged her ass digging his fingers as his large calloused palms gently gave them a squeeze.

"You will listen to me little girl." His lips traced her earshell whispering it to her.

His Rogue Princess- Medusa

Eight Werewolves were created as the personification of the virtues of Knighthood at the beginning of era. The integrity embedded like a value deep into their conscience.


Compassion the river of rejuvenation of world


Valour the defiance of elixir and defendant of truth


Justice, the ray of hope in avalanche of dark storm


Honor, the word of courage and the sword of thunder


Sacrifice, the greater good, life above all


Moon goddess Persephone had granted these 8 righteous powers to demons of nyx: night.


They were the supporting foundations to the werewolves but with time those values diluted like murky waters of a swamp as they passed from generation to generation who failed to understand and reciprocate the meaning behind the strongest powers in cosmos.


Lucien shook his head in disbelief, moisture collecting in his eyes as his throat clogged with emotion.


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