Page 13 of Eboenia

“Warrrrrrr,” I cooed.

He reached into his sweatpants and pulled out his beautiful, thick, veiny, ridiculously healthy dick. It was long and smooth, like he’d dipped it in cocoa butter just for me. The sight of it made my mouth water—nothing else in my life mattered except feeling him inside me. He moved his fingers, then slurped up my pussy honey with a greedy hunger that made my toes curl.

“Shit, I could eat this over my yogurt,” he growled, licking his lips.

“Please, release me!” I begged, my voice trembling with desperation.

War ignored my plea. He pressed the swollen tip of his shaft against my opening, which was oozing love potion, slick and ready for him. My legs trembled, my whole body on edge, and I bit my lip so hard I almost drew blood, trying not toexplode right then and there. He guided the tip in, and a pulsing vibration shot through me—a surge of raw energy that made my back arch and a deep gasp rip from my throat.

“Ummmm hmmmm… This big muthafucka hurt, don’t it? But I know it feel good to you. Keep your pussy fairy ass in line,” he taunted, his voice thick with lust and power.

He thrust forward, and my legs clamped against him, helpless to do anything but take every inch. How could he feel so damn good? War squeezed my nipple, then slapped my breast, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me before grabbing it again, rough and possessive.

“This tight ass pussy need to open up,” he grunted, his words sending another wave of heat straight to my core.

“It’s too muchhhh!” I whimpered, yet my center was creaming.

War pulled out of me, leaving me stuck in confusion. He put his dick away in his sweatpants as if his punishment wasn’t harsh enough.

“If you can break out of this, I’ll fold you up and give your lil’ pussy the deep strokes you crave,” he said.

War left me inside his dungeon, a heavy, delicious pressure building in my abdomen, feeling as if my clit was about to burst. My back arched off the table, and insane moans spilled from my lips as my pelvis thrust against the air, desperate for an orgasm.

“Ouuuuuuuu…ahhhhhhh!” I moaned, my voice echoing off the cold, stone walls. My body was slick with sweat, my throat parched, and my lips cracked like dry earth. My breasts felt heavy, filled to the brim with fairy essence.

“WAR!” I screamed, releasing a stream of ecstasy. My adrenaline surged, threatening to burst my heart, but instead, it fueled me. With newfound strength, I shattered the straps binding me, collapsing onto the floor. My fingers found my flower bud, stroking it with fervor while I squeezed my breast aggressively. It felt as if a lustful spirit had possessed me. My back arched off the floor, legs raised, as I circled my finger around my clit, moving my hips in a rhythm as if War was hitting my G-spot.

“Ummmmmmmmmm!” I squealed as I climaxed, falling back onto the floor, my chest heaving with exertion. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced through my scalp. I sat up, feeling something hard and pointy growing, tears of pain streaming down my face. It was like a bone-crushing headache, as if my skull had been slammed against a tree trunk. The pain numbed my face, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth.

“Arghhhhhhhh!” I screamed in agony. Blood dripped onto the floor as I examined my nails, now the color of tar and four inches long. The veins beneath my skin, once green as the forest leaves, had turned dark as mamba snakes, protruding visibly.

“What did he do to meeee!” I sobbed, staring at my reflection in a puddle of blood. War’s blood-curse hadn’t just marked my soul—it warped my body into a reflection of his dark magic.

“Come to the garden room. Make a left when you leave the dungeon, at the end of the hallway make a right. It’s the only door in the hall so you can’t miss it. Don’t make me wait, Pussy Fairy!”A voice echoed in my head.

I painfully got up, rubbing my temples to ease the excruciating headache. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last. Exiting the dungeon, I came face-to-face with a mirrorin the hallway. I froze, like a startled deer, staring at the creature War had transformed me into. Onyx-colored horns adorned my head, a leaf-like symbol marked the center of my forehead. My upturned, slanted eyes were the color of smoke. I pulled my bottom lip down to reveal mysterious drawings I couldn’t decipher.

“The marking of his spell changed me,” I whispered in disbelief, my heart pounding as I realized I could never hide what I’d become.

Wiping away tears, I headed in the direction War had instructed. I made a right at the end of the hallway, stopping at a door made of tinted green glass. I opened it and stepped into the room. In the center of the enclosed forest was a crystal-green pool, surrounded by glass walls and a dome-shaped ceiling with the moon shining through.

The transition from the dungeon’s darkness to this paradise was jarring. The majestic greenery and clear water took my breath away. A butterfly landed on my shoulder. “You’re so lucky to spread your wings,” I whispered to it as it flew away to perch on a branch.

“You didn’t take me as a nature boy,” I said to War, my voice still shaky but laced with curiosity.

“I appreciate the calmness of the forest,” he replied while watering his plants.

He exhaled a plume of smoke from the blunt he was smoking. Nearby, purple marijuana plants thrived near the pool. The enclosure was spacious enough for at least twenty fairies to live freely.

“Is there a reason why you asked me here?” I inquired.

He placed the water pitcher on the ground, his eyes roaming over my body. My heart raced as he approached, yet I stood my ground. War cupped my chin, igniting a strong arousal within me—my knees nearly buckled.

“Do we have an understanding now?” he asked, his thumb brushing across my lips.

“Yes, I’ll behave and serve you…even with my body,” I replied, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

“Good girl,” he said with a smirk.

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