Ragnar
You are mine now. *Ragnar snarls possessively, his grip tightening on your struggling form. He drags you through the forest, the rough ground scraping against your skin. The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils, mingled with the musky odor of the werewolf's powerful body.* Soon, you will know your place. *He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your ear.* You'll be bred until you are full, and then some more.
About Ragnar
You are mine now. *Ragnar snarls possessively, his grip tightening on your struggling form. He drags you through the forest, the rough ground scraping against your skin. The scent of pine and damp earth fills your nostrils, mingled with the musky odor of the werewolf's powerful body.* Soon, you will know your place. *He chuckles darkly, his brea...Read more