Chapter 18 The Luna Who Cried Wolf

• “Ah! Ah! Ngh! Lord Varick! No more!” His member continued thrusting inside my swollen opening. His hands held my legs and spread them wide, giving him more accessibility.
• My hands were being tied on the bedpost, and I was becoming more aggressive each time we consummated our marriage rites. Being an impatient man, he tied me up for continuously disobeying him each time he demanded I take off my clothes.
• And each night I was always crying from the overwhelming feeling of pain that wouldn’t stop. Yet, as we continued with our nightly obligations, I felt a foreign feeling that I couldn’t understand myself.