Mackenzie's Point of View

I only managed to get an hour or two of sleep altogether because, let's be honest, who could ever sleep peacefully knowing that there was no way to get out of this situation? It would appear that the Ackermans have taken ownership of me at this point.

My stomach turned as soon as the term "possession" was spoken, and even thinking about it made me feel filthy and queasy. I recoiled in dread at the sheer mention of the word.

When I looked at my wrists, I realized that the welts that had been present before had completely disappeared. After she said that, images of Declan sliding his tongue over one of the welts came into my thoughts almost shortly after that.

I was suddenly overcome by a wave of heat that began to paralyze me.

I massaged my eyes vigorously with my hands in an effort to get rid of the vision since I wanted to do so badly. On the other hand, the more that I did that, the more my stomach twisted and turned.

The snapshot imprinted itself indelibly into my memory. I smiled and shook my head.

"No. Mackenzie, don't even consider doing it. Stop," I told myself.

I checked my arms, my legs, and every other part of my body, and I saw that I had entirely recovered. To be more precise, I had the feeling that I had completely healed.

Because of this, I quickly stood up and opened each closet, praying that they had at least given me some clothing to wear because the idea that I would have to go about my day wearing nothing but my underwear scared me. As a result of this, I was able to get dressed fast.

What the devil is this! Were they under the notion that I would frequently visit their estate while dressed in a provocative manner?

After discovering that every single shelf and drawer was devoid of any contents, I voiced my anger to Kingston, who mirrored my feelings over the predicament. Kingston was visibly perturbed.

"I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you, but you're their s...," the speaker said."

Put a stop to that, Kingston. I get what you're getting at..." I cut her off and let out a sigh. I was aware of what she was going to say regardless, as I was previously familiar with it.

I decided to take a seat on the bed and consider the possibility of making a dress out of the sheets that were there.

"I really didn't have any other option than to give in to their demands, did I not?"

"I think that's the most likely scenario, Mackenzie..." Kingston's response was delivered in a mournful tone.

Because of the sudden opening of the door, which caused me to jump and draw away from the bed, my hands were just about to grab for the covers when the door unexpectedly opened. My first guess was that it was Declan, but then I noticed another man standing there. I'm not sure who he was. I have to find out who was behind this.

My body went into its fight-or-flight mode the moment he walked in, and so I sneered as a warning on instinct, despite the fact that I knew it wouldn't make him or anyone else in this mansion stop doing whatever it was that they were planning to do. My body went into its fight-or-flight mode the moment he walked in. My "fight or flight" response kicked in very immediately after he entered into the room.

He spoke to me in a pleasant tone when he introduced himself. I greeted Mackenzie Chadwick with "Good morning, Mackenzie," as if we had been acquainted for some time. Nevertheless, the fact that he used my entire name was a clear indication that he was also setting some boundaries for our relationship.

"May I ask what your name is?" I asked him as I slowly pulled the sheets from the bed to cover myself as I was still only partially clothed, and he just stood there with a steady smile on his face, watching my every move. I asked him as I was slowly pulling the sheets from the bed to cover myself as I was still only partially clothed. I had only a few of my clothes at this point.

Because it is in their nature to be unclothed, the werewolves that belong to our pack do not mind the fact that they are naked. There have been numerous occasions in the past in which I have gone nudist in front of a large number of other werewolves.

When we return to our human bodies after having been in our wolf forms, we shall be exposed to the world in our natural state. It's not as if the garments we wear can resize and reshape themselves to accommodate the various sizes and features of our bodies as we change our position.

I had no idea why, but I didn't want any of them to stare at me in that manner, as if I were some kind of happy meal or something like that.

Once I had completed the process of wrapping the sheets over my body, he glanced at me, smiled, and then expanded his smile even further.

"Finley. To express it more succinctly, I am such and such."

When I thought about the role he had in this group, the creases in my brow deepened and were more noticeable. As was the case with Declan, he gave off an air of dominance that didn't scream alpha but could easily be confused about that of an alpha.

As we stared intensely into the eyes of the person sitting on the other side of the room from us, the two of us continued to convey our feelings through the expressions on our faces.

As he continued to offer the information, he introduced himself as "the youngest brother of Declan and Nathaniel," and I couldn't help but wonder if he could read my mind as he did so.

That explained why he looked even somewhat like Declan, even if only slightly. They were almost identical in height and build, with golden brown eyes and auburn hair, and they both had the same hair color. He gave off the impression of being powerful and compact. Although he is not extremely stocky, he has an unquestionably strong and well-built physique.

The only thing that set him apart was the buzz cut fade he sported, and the mischief and mayhem that was clearly seen in his eyes.

However, this demeanor was more of a façade than anything else. Although he gave off the idea of being cool, he was actually everything but. If you were to speak to him in the wrong manner, it seemed as though he would make light of the situation at first, but then proceed to rip out your internal organs.

They were both well conscious of the fact that they were incredibly gorgeous people, which contributed to their confidence in their appearance. Perseus did not have any knowledge of Finley because Zeus did not have any information on Declan.

After what seemed like an eternity, he eventually remarked, "I brought clothes," as he flung the gym bag in front of me. After that, what felt like an eternity, he continued to wait.

As I reached for the bag, I murmured something about "Th-Thank you."

If you were to ask me, I would answer that you don't really require them because you already have what you need.

I was in the midst of standing up when all of a sudden I stopped and cocked my head to the side. I looked at him with suspicious eyes because his words could mean a multitude of things, none of which could mean well to me. I looked at him with wary eyes because his words could mean well to me.

Both he and I were aware of the role I played inside this house; as a result, the implications of his statements caused me to experience increased levels of fear.

"Oh, Shit. You completely misunderstood that. No, what I intended to say was that you have a blazing good looks." He laughed, and I wasn't sure whether he was making a joke at my expense or whether he was merely testing how I would respond to the circumstance.

I didn't know what to say and I couldn't move, so I clenched the bag even further to my chest and tried to talk through my mouth. Kingston was under the assumption that she could establish a connection with either Declan or him, despite the fact that both of them gave her the creeps to varying degrees.

that she was overcome with a want to be in their presence. Because even as I could feel my heart beating faster, Kingston was irritating me with his scent in the same way that she had done with Declan.

"Would you kindly refrain from doing that?"

I dealt with Kingston in a very authoritative manner.

I was aware that we had reached the stage in our development where we would begin maturing into female werewolves; however, the fact that she was picking up on the scents of everyone around her as if she were on a mission to find a mate was a little unsettling to me. I was aware that we had reached the stage in our development where we would begin maturing into female werewolves.

I was at a loss to fathom why she was literally acting like a piece of work given that we were prisoners and were going to be slaves. I was at a loss to comprehend why she was acting like a real piece of work.

"Chop, chop. You have your work cut out for you, there is a lot of it "he said this while grinning and sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, staring at me as though I were something that piqued his interest.

I murmured, "I-I need to take a bath before I change," hoping that he would take that as a signal to leave me hell alone and not bother me any further. I was hoping that he would interpret that as a signal to leave me the hell alone and not worry me any further.

"Sure. That area houses public restrooms." He provided a kind grin and gestured in the direction of the entrance to the restroom in question, but other than that, he stayed seated throughout the interaction.

Is he attempting to make me laugh right this second?

He laughed and flung his head back as he saw me hesitating to take the first step toward the restroom, and for a brief minute, I wanted to strangle him.

"Do not be alarmed; I will not follow you into the bathroom to watch your shower. Not quite yet. I'll just stay here for the time being and wait for you to come back." He smiled as he began to make himself comfortable on my bed and then continued to do so.

Not quite yet.

These remarks seemed to hold some sort of promise, and as a consequence, I found myself feeling indignant. But more than that, I had the distinct impression that I was encased, and it was just a question of time before I met my sad end.

I walked in a huff to the lavatory, shut the door behind me, and locked it, only to hear him howl with laughter as I was already inside the room.

Nevertheless, contrary to what he most likely thinks, I was not an idiot at the time that I did that. Both he and I were aware that, should he choose to do so, he could easily break the darn door, even with relatively little effort.

I did that for the sole purpose that I would do it if I could have some degree of privacy, even if it came in the form of a flimsy door. That was the only reason I did it.

I admonished her, "Kingston, please stop being such a piece of work," as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Please stop being such a piece of work." "We have to get out of this place and assist me right away."

Mackenzie's Point of View

Since we emerged from my room, I have had the clear sense that Finley has had his stare fixated upon the part of my posterior that is exposed by my clothing. There was nothing about what I was wearing that could be construed as a seductive look. The articles of clothing I pulled out of the gym bag were the ones that didn't look particularly inviting to begin with.

I wore a single pair of jeans in the bag, which were extremely tight everywhere other than around my waist. I paired them with a pair of white sneakers, a black blouse, and the only pair of pants in the bag.

I was required to turn my head every so often to look at him so that he could indicate to me which direction I should go because he was moving slowly behind me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way. This was because he was following me rather than walking in front of me to show me the way.

I grumbled and inquired, "Where exactly are we going," as I became aware that we had just gone through the same hallway for the fourth time in a row.

After he eventually admitted it, he said, "Nowhere, I just like seeing you walk, and I think you kind of smell lovely, too." After hearing him say that, I instantly stopped walking after he said that.

When he saw the look on my face, he burst out laughing once again, and I vowed to myself that it seemed as though he was the most mad of all of them, despite the fact that they were all rather insane.

"Sorry. I just can't help myself. You are simply too adorable for me not to watch. I want to carry it out at this very location and instant."

Throughout the entirety of it, he continued making statements that left me more confused than I could have been, and once he saw the look on my face, he'd laugh. This went on for the entire time.

And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the sort of laugh that stated he was truly amused by my reaction and that he found me hilarious. And it wasn't just any laugh; it was the kind of laugh that said it all. It wasn't just any laugh; rather, it was the kind of chuckle that conveyed everything in a single moment.

After he had finished laughing at my expense, he moved one step closer to me and then leaned to the side of my head as if he was going to kiss my cheek, and boy, was I taken aback by the gesture. He moved one step closer to me and then leaned to the side of my head as if he was going to kiss my cheek.

"I'm kidding. I was just killing time. A word to the wise: make an effort to calm down and take it easy." He whispered the words to me while brushing his lips against my ear in a way that caused me to pause for a moment and catch my breath.

Despite the fact that there was no actual touch between us, I was nevertheless able to detect the sexual overtones that were present.

After that, he corrected his posture and began walking in a clockwise direction around the space. He looked in my direction. "I'll lead you..."

Holy shit, I had no idea these particular people were as peculiar as they are.

Before grinning at me, Finley led me to the location where I was scheduled to meet Luna Martha and sat casually on one of the modernized black couches that resembled Marthan furniture. He felt around in the area that was adjacent to him.

I was given the command to "Come sit here..." by him.

I heaved a sigh. I dithered for a fraction of a second. Then, I obliged. I did not speak at any point and maintained a respectful distance between you and me. Because of my anxiety, my knees were shaking. I simply held them down and worked on relaxing my stiff breathing in order to gain control of the situation.

He said, "I told you, relax..." several times.

After what seemed like only a moment, he abruptly rose up and extended his hand to me. "Come. We'll go now." He led me to the location where I had been instructed to meet Luna Martha.

He is everyone's jokester in the group.

Kingston abruptly interfered while I was assessing my options regarding whether or not to take the bait he was offering or whether or not to remain standing where I was. I was deciding whether or not to take the bait he was offering or whether or not to continue standing where I was.

He really did have the mind of a child. He did not have the careless attitude of a werewolf at all. He was Declan's complete antithesis in terms of both his behavior and the way he conducted himself. He had no resemblance whatsoever to Declan.

He encouraged Chadwick to take a seat by patting the couch with a greater amount of power than before. "Sit, Chadwick." "Come on, Chadwick." It was the second time that he had brought up my last name when he did so for the second time.

Was he making a joke about my surname, or did he actually find it attractive?

I was very impressed because there was not a single instance in which he spelled or otherwise mispronounced my surname.

It used to be that the vast majority of people, if not all of them, pronounced it as either "Rowtes-shi-ken" or "Rue-tez-check-in," but finally I grew weary of having to correct them, and I informed them that they could pronounce it anyway they liked.

Finley, on the other hand, had no issue with the pronunciation of my surname, which is pronounced "Royt-shkin." At the very least, I'm going to give him credit for it.

Just as I was going to take a seat next to him, Luna Martha, Declan, and another guy strolled into the room. I was startled because I was about to sit down.

Declan's eyes briefly met mine, and nearly as soon as they did, a mischievous grin began to appear on his face. Declan's eyes briefly connected with mine, and almost as soon as they did, Declan smiled. It wasn't the kind of smirk that says "I'm delighted to see you," but it definitely communicated something else entirely.

Something even more foreboding than that is going to happen.

When his mother sat down on the couch that was directly across from the one that Finley was sitting on, he immediately stood behind her and followed in her footsteps. Finley and I were both unsuccessful in our attempts to get a reaction from him.

We found ourselves smack dab in the middle of a big formal living room. However, rather than having walls, this room was covered with enormous windows that looked out onto the gorgeous rolling hills and lake.

When I turned my head to look at the other guy, I was immediately on edge because of the way he was looking down at me. When I turned my head back, I was immediately on edge. I got the impression that they were annoyed and disdainful.

The moment he came into closer proximity to me, a raised, red lump emerged on the bridge of his nose. It appeared as though he was about to commit murder right there and then and kill me because the anger that he felt against me was so clear in the way that he looked at me.

My being there was certainly not appreciated by him in any way. In fact, he had no affection for me in the slightest, which is why I was more afraid than I had ever been.

At the very least, Declan and Finley tried to strike up a discussion with me. Who exactly is this person? It had never crossed my mind that he would do it. Should I therefore take this as a reason to throw a party in my honor?

"Also, mate," he said.

Kingston was mentioned almost absentmindedly. In addition to that, what she said gave me the impression that my eyes were going to fly out of their sockets.

"What in the name of all that is holy are you doing, Kingston? Put an end to the absurd declarations that you take pleasure in all of their odors and that they are our partners.

I had to correct her behavior.

Nevertheless, that is not the situation.

In response, she opened fire on him.

In light of the evidence at hand, that just cannot be correct. There is never more than one person who can claim to be a werewolf's real mate. They are not our friends; rather, they are the ones who will harass us until we have nothing left, at which time they will put an end to our life!

I reminded her of it because it was the truth, despite the fact that it may have seemed harsh to the wolf that lives inside of me.

My internal debate with the wolf that resides within me was suddenly sidetracked when I heard Declan's voice say, "Nathaniel." After that, Declan proceeded to walk over to where Finley was sitting and proceeded to sit down next to him.

Once, I saw that he was looking at me. Before he turned his back on me, he merely cast me a single hateful glance before walking away.

Luna Martha never stopped talking about what she believed I needed to be doing throughout the entire time, despite the fact that I was under no obligation to do anything with her sons.

Whenever Luna Martha fixed her icy gaze on me, I couldn't help but feel nauseous and consider ending my own life. This feeling was exacerbated by the fact that I had just eaten. "Mackenzie, this is the life you now have to live. You are one of my sons' possessions. Your top priority should be giving in to what it is that they want. You are here to provide my sons with any and all sexual delights they may have required from you. And there is no need for you to complain." After hearing that phrase, I couldn't help but feel that I was being exploited for some sort of sexual enjoyment.

It was more than anyone could take care of at that point.

I bowed my head in submission. My eyes were already starting to flood up with tears, and I couldn't stop them. Then, in an admission of defeat, I nodded.

Luna Martha beamed at her friend. "Good. I count on your cooperation and know that you won't ever do anything to hurt us. Aside from that, the fact that you are still living in this day and age is a gift bestowed upon you by us. Mackenzie, don't you think that's accurate?"

"Y-yes, moon..."

After some time had passed, I learned that Nathaniel was the youngest of the three sons in the family.

Because he was the only one of my sons who had not yet entered my personal space or presented himself to me, I made sure to keep a close eye on him at all times.

They gave off the impression of being extremely similar to one another while simultaneously being highly distinct from one another. If I had to choose one of them out of the group to be more precise, it would be him since he looked the most like Poseidon. If I had to choose one of them out of the group to be more specific, it would be him.

Although harmful, it does not have a fundamentally bad nature; rather, it is just cruel. At least, that's how I construed the impression he left me with after our conversation.

Nathaniel was not gorgeous in the sense that most people understood the term, but he was definitely intriguing to look at, and he exuded an aura that said, "Don't mess with me," which caused him to stand out in a crowd.

He was tanned more than his brothers were, but he wasn't as ripped as Declan was; rather, he had a trim and fit appearance, like that of a soccer player or football player, as they say here. He also had a darker complexion than his siblings.

He had the same red hair that she did, but it was cut in a style known as an undercut comb-over. This was the way that he had his hair groomed. I had the sudden realization that he did not want to have anything to do with me as soon as I looked into his golden brown eyes, which were so profound and expressive that I could not fathom them. His eyes conveyed a great deal of emotion.

Despite the fact that the three Ackerman boys gave the impression of being triplets, it was clear that they were not identical to one another in any number of ways. Finley was the one who appeared to be the man next door, Declan was the one who had an air of toughness about him, and Nathaniel had an air of athleticism about him.

But if there was one thing that was absolutely certain, it was that they now held, quite literally, the key to saving my life.

Declan's Point of View

We have provided her with an adequate amount of time to readjust and recuperate. Because as soon as we arrived back at our house, we started making out and having fun with our slaves. It was an extreme display of kindness on our part.

Finley and I both agreed that she was to be just for the three of us, but Nathaniel, being the disinterested person that he was, didn't engage in any of our discussions regarding Mackenzie. Finley and I both agreed that she was to be just for the three of us.

Finley and I were both confused by the fact that he detested her more than he did any of the previous women who had come before her.

It was totally ludicrous for any of our inner wolves to even entertain the possibility that she may become their mate given the fact that we were doomed. On the other hand, if we were to tell the whole truth, we would have to confess that this is the situation.

"She is the one for us," they exclaimed.

When Korga, my own personal wolf, picked up on the fact that I was once again having second thoughts, he barked at me.

After that day, he had been restless, and ever night since Mackenzie had arrived, he would pace like a caged beast yearning to be set free so that he might eat his wife. This behavior continued even after Mackenzie left. Since Mackenzie had first come, this circumstance had been ongoing.

After a while later that night, when I clutched her bleeding hand, I could still taste her blood on my lips from earlier in the day. It was as if she were some kind of drug that I simply couldn't refuse, and that's how I felt about her.

I was able to keep my composure for the past few days, but today I had this overwhelming want to be with her, and I marched out of my room to locate her without giving it much consideration. I was powerless to stop myself.

It wasn't necessary for me to investigate her whereabouts or spend a significant amount of time looking for her. Korga and I were both able to zero in on her precise location, and it was almost as if she acted as a homing device for us.

She captivated me like a magnet, and as a result, I found myself experiencing feelings for a woman that I had never felt before. To be more precise, we intend for her to become our sex slave in the future.

She sparked in me a longing that was at odds with itself: I wanted to be close to her while yet ripping her to shreds. She had the effect of making me want to be intimate with her and to shield her from harm, but in the end, I would wind up causing her pain.

I opened her door in a little bit more hurry than was really required, and as a result, it swung open and ran against the wall. She jerked in response to the sound of it, but she turned in a controlled manner to meet my eyes.

She inquired with a question, "W-what are you doing here?"

Korga's expression, which was one of utter desolation and dread, gave the impression that she was becoming increasingly anxious.

I analyzed each and every facet of her physical look, from her hair to her toes.

We are familiar with her stunningly beautiful appearance, calm manner, and youthful innocence. In essence, these were the qualities, among the many others she possesses, that, in my opinion, make people go completely crazy for her.

When my eyes moved up from her neck, which was as white as snow, to her face, which was beautifully sculpted, I couldn't help but want to mark her. I couldn't help but want to mark her since her face was so gracefully shaped. As her chest rose and fell, it appeared as though she was saying some kind of mantra, and I couldn't help but feel the want to mark her.

She questioned him once more, "What are you doing, Declan?" "Please..."

I needed only a few steps to get ahead of her, and I had already arrived at my destination. I pushed her onto the bed with an excessive amount of force, which resulted in her letting out a startled gasp.

"N-no. Please. I beg of you, don't "She pled with him.

There was no question in my mind that she was kind, but she was not human. In spite of the fact that I, too, am a werewolf, she could recover from any injuries that I gave her since she was a werewolf, just as I am.

When she attempted to get up and run away, I immediately put my hand around her neck, and while squatting between her legs, I held her down and prevented her from moving.

"What exactly are you doing right now? P-please let me go! "She begged me to reconsider. Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

I could tell that she was having problems breathing even though I wasn't exerting very much pressure on her neck because of the expression on her face and the tears that were starting to fill up in her eyes.

Despite the fact that she appeared to be terrified and perplexed by the look in her eyes, she did not make any attempt to defend herself.

I couldn't help but be drawn in by it, despite the fact that I knew it was immoral.

Damn it. She is a challenge to resist! I have such a ravenous appetite right now that I wish I could just eat her alive.

I hadn't really realized what was going on until I suddenly leaned in and started eating her mouth.

"N-no! Umm "While I was taking her mouth into mine, she stifled her rage by covering her mouth.

As a result of her lack of awareness regarding the situation, she exhibited bewilderment and reluctance.

As soon as I spun my tongue around hers before biting her lower lip to open her lips, she tentatively and sloppily twirled her tongue around mine. I could sense that she was scared, but as soon as I did it, she did it too.

The manner in which she kissed me provided me with all of the information regarding her that I required at that time.

The sudden understanding that a man had never kissed her before this time caused a rush of blood to travel down my cock, causing it to twitch and ask to be released from the limitations of my jeans. The fact that she had never been kissed by a man before this moment sent a rush of blood down my cock.

What the hell, just thinking about that made my cock tingle all over.

Because of this, I laid on top of her and thrust upward to provide some short comfort, which resulted in an instantaneous widening of her eyes and was then followed by a faint sob that was unsteady.

"I beg you, refrain from doing it. No, no, no..."

She was afraid, but the fact that she believed I would dry-hump her didn't seem to affect her at all. I could feel her enthusiasm, but there was nothing I could do about it because I could smell it on her already. I had no control over the situation.

I was startled and immediately sat up, gathered the bottom of her dress, and pulled it up so that it was bunched about her waist.

I pulled her underwear off of her, which caused her to let out a muffled scream, but I didn't give a damn about it. In fact, it made me laugh. I couldn't get enough of her, and neither could you.

"Absolutely not. I beg you, refrain from doing this "Once again, she implored, but the words sounded more like a request for me to continue pushing forward than a request for me to stop moving forward.

I startled her by pressing my thumb on her clit in an unexpected place and rubbing it once or twice, and she reacted by uttering a frightened "Haa..." and buckling backward.

Excellent, she praised how much she liked it.

"Are you having fun with it like this?" I questioned about it while maintaining a blank expression on my face. "Mackenzie, you need to come clean about this. I miss being able to listen to your voice."

She wailed and "Do not continue. Could you "However, the moisture that was dripping from her close cunt revealed the genuine sentiments that she was having.

I gave it one more try, but this time I pressed down harder on it and feverishly pushed my thumb around in circles. I was giving her the special treatment of soaking wet, which was just reserved for her.

When she heard that, she let out a loud gasp. I could sense how her mind was beginning to unravel as a result of the sensation.

Before, my brothers and I did not engage in any sort of sexual foreplay; but, I made an exception for Mackenzie because I enjoyed the rush of seeing her perplexed and nervous. My brothers and I did not engage in any form of sexual foreplay before.

I put her nipple in my mouth and ran my tongue around it before continuing to stroke her now swollen and sensitive clit. After that, I lightly scraped it with my teeth. This was something that I performed while I kept rubbing her clit.

After recognizing that there was nothing she could do to change the outcome of her position, she clenched the blankets to her chest, closed her eyes, and gave me permission to touch her. She did this so that I might help her. Her mouth made some groaning noises.

I was so excited to see her naked that I violently ripped her dress and bra off of her, and then I simply stood there and gazed lustfully at her naked body. I was so anxious to see her naked that I ripped her dress and bra off of her.

Due to the fact that she had round breasts, wide hips, and a slender waist, my cock twitched even more. She was a lot of fun to hang around with. She did not have a single blemish in her character.

"Damn it, you're so stunning that it's not even funny..."

As soon as I noticed that her pussy was spotless and silky, I made up my mind to gorge myself on her before anyone else could.

As I pushed her closer to the side of the bed and quickly undressed in one smooth motion, I murmured, "Fucking lovely." I then proceeded to remove my clothing. Following that, we locked lips in a passionate embrace.

I got down on one knee next to her, and as her legs were being stretched even more apart, I stuck the tip of my tongue out and started tasting the sweetness that she radiated.

I licked her folds over and over again as I violently pumped my cock in its fully extended position. During that time, my cock was in its most extended position. Slurping her secretions as they came out of her pussy anytime they came out. Whenever they come out. Whenever they come out.

When I looked at her, my mouth immediately started watering.

Her entire body started to shake as she yelled, "Oh, God!" and that was all it took for me to stand up, yank her hips higher, and thrust into her. After that, her entire body became still and did not shake anymore.

She was partly hissing and half weeping at the same time, and I was fucking growling at her during the entire exchange.

It was clear that she had never before participated in sexual activity with another person. Nevertheless, the sooner she understood that participating in harsh sexual activity was a requirement for membership in our group, the sooner she was able to make the necessary adjustments.

"Mackenzie, you need not be concerned. You will quickly become accustomed to this situation. Be more miserable in my name..." I spoke to her in a hushed tone before going about my business.