Summary: Personal Narrative Male Selkie
I had kept the cottage on the hill in sight all night and can sense there are two humans in the dwelling. The sun started to rise and the darkness faded, an older human female leaves the dwelling. She gets into a small car and drives down the road towards town. This was the time for me to abduct the young redheaded female. I didn’t sense any other humans in the area, nor did I detect the presence of the large protective male Selkie either. I walk up the steps from the beach, without making a sound, and use my sorcerer’s abilities to enter the cottage. Locked doors are no deterrent for Finfolk. In the dwelling, I sense where the human female’s located and make my way to the room she occupies. I sense the Selkie, but his odor is too
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The longer we shape-shifters toy with our playthings the harder and bigger our cocks become. I want to see the fear in those green eyes and stench of her fear pour from her body. Fear is part of the thrill which makes the rush that much more visceral; it’s part of the hunt, the games I will devise to play with my prey. I sent the last slave I had kidnapped to bring the new female food and water. I told the slave to just feed and give her water. She knew better than to untie the new female. She realized I would kill her for a transgression such as to untie the bonds. The beatings I generously gave to the female made her a docile slave. She’s aware when I’m ready to slake my lust on her, I could give her pain or I could give her pleasure just as easily. I recognized the thought of pleasure overreached what sex was with me. I was aware the pain kept her a more willing slave than the pleasure ever did. Having left the slave to take care of the redhead. I needed to take care of more pressing matters dealing with my Finfolk clan. There is no escape from the Finfolk floating island; they would never find their way out of surrounding magical fog. They would die if they tried to
The longer we shape-shifters toy with our playthings the harder and bigger our cocks become. I want to see the fear in those green eyes and stench of her fear pour from her body. Fear is part of the thrill which makes the rush that much more visceral; it’s part of the hunt, the games I will devise to play with my prey. I sent the last slave I had kidnapped to bring the new female food and water. I told the slave to just feed and give her water. She knew better than to untie the new female. She realized I would kill her for a transgression such as to untie the bonds. The beatings I generously gave to the female made her a docile slave. She’s aware when I’m ready to slake my lust on her, I could give her pain or I could give her pleasure just as easily. I recognized the thought of pleasure overreached what sex was with me. I was aware the pain kept her a more willing slave than the pleasure ever did. Having left the slave to take care of the redhead. I needed to take care of more pressing matters dealing with my Finfolk clan. There is no escape from the Finfolk floating island; they would never find their way out of surrounding magical fog. They would die if they tried to