Warning: Mature Content, Dark Scene, Disturbing Details, and Rape Ahead! Read at Your Own Risk!
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The woman shuddered and pulled her blanket over her body firmer, doing the exact opposite of Fergus's order.
"Y– you are so little. Why ask me to undress?" She stuttered.
This was beginning to get boring and time-consuming. Isleen could be back anytime soon. "You don't want me repeating myself, woman. I'm sure you've seen who and what I am. This…" He pulled down his trousers. "You don't want to get me pissed, woman. Now, undress."
The shrill in his voice was enough to jolt her into action. She began to undress with utmost aptitude and he watched as every bit of fabric escaped her aged body.
It'd been a while since he'd had old-looking women. Ever since Cherul, he didn't think he had had sex with other women. Why would he need other women when he had his mate?
When she was so beautiful and so… hot?