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Rys nodded solemnly. “Of course we don’t know
the details of your parents’ marriage, but that is what we have put
together. Tell me, did your home on the lake belong to your
mother’s family?”

Charlotte nodded. Her grandfather had built
the cabin, and her mother spent childhood summers at the lake, just
as Charlotte subsequently had.

“You’ll need more proof,” Charlotte said
stubbornly.

“Of course,” Silas said, “There are some
tests we can perform later, but I am certain we are right. We
intend on hiding you right under Usha’s nose.”

“This is ridiculous! So if you are correct,
then you are telling me that Usha is my half sister?”

Rys gave a quick nod. “Another reason for her
to hate you.”

“We will protect you,” Silas said. “She is so
afraid of losing her power that she rarely leaves her home. Her
greatest strength has become her biggest weakness. She usually
sends her beasts out to do her dirty work. And The Darkness.”

Charlotte stood abruptly. “I can’t handle
this,” she said, before hurrying out the back door.

She walked into the yard, and was relieved to
see that Rys or Silas didn’t follow her. She couldn’t believe that
just an hour or so ago she had made love to Silas. She couldn’t
quiet believe it, but the soreness between her legs told her it was
true. And the nagging, quietly burning desire to do it again and
again also told her it was true. It was as if Silas had awakened
some type of beast within her and now the beast cried out for
more.

She made her way to the swing and sat down.
She gazed up at the beautiful but peculiar pink sky and thought
over everything they had shared with her.

They thought that Charlotte was a magical
being. They claimed her mother slept with Usha’s father and bore
Charlotte out of their love affair, making Charlotte part human and
part magical. Charlotte tried to imagine her smart and sensible
mother taking a lover before she was married.

Charlotte couldn’t picture it.

Then she thought of how she herself had done
that very thing today. She had met a stranger in the woods and she
gave herself to him. Charlotte tried to tell herself that it was
different, that Silas forced her, but she knew deep down that part
of her had wanted Silas to claim her, to possess her in a way that
she knew was wrong and forbidden.

And what if this outrageous tale was true?
What if Charlotte was a Blessed Lupa Fae? And what exactly
was
a Blessed Lupa Fae? Did they want Charlotte to find
Usha? To take over the throne?

Charlotte laughed out loud. She was nothing
but a young girl from a small town, vacationing at the lake. She
was no one special, and could certainly not fight an evil
queen.

Rys had been so quiet, Charlotte hadn’t heard
him approach her from behind.

“You’re thinking you are a nobody,” he said
quietly and Charlotte jumped.

Rys moved alongside her, his torso lean and
shiny.

“You’re very beautiful,” Charlotte said
shyly.

“Thank you, child.” Rys paused. “You may
think that you are nobody special but I can tell otherwise. I could
sense your powers the moment I stepped inside Silas’ house.”

Charlotte eyed him skeptically.

“Oh, you may not think you have any powers
now. But trust me. With a little cultivating you will be a very
powerful woman.”

Rys trotted around the swing, watching
Charlotte carefully.

“Think back on your childhood. Did you feel
like an outsider? Did things come remarkably easy to you? Were you
disliked for your beauty?”

Charlotte gave a small shrug. “That could be
anyone,” she muttered.

“Yes, but you are the one with the history.
You didn’t fit in because you were created for another world. Part
human, part magical, just hovering above acceptance.”

Charlotte looked up, her eyes burning
brightly as she felt the familiar anger. “And what if I am? You
want me to fight Usha? Rule your world?”

“Precisely.”

Charlotte leapt off the swing and ran towards
the edge of the yard. She needed to get away, but she couldn’t
outrun the demons in her head. She fell to the grass near a long
purple rose. The rose quivered and swayed and then opened it’s
petals to Charlotte and bent slightly at the stem, as if bowing to
her.

Rys was beside her again.

“See? Even nature believes it.”

Charlotte stared at the flower in
amazement.

“You are a centaur. Silas is a werewolf,” she
paused, “What is a Blessed Lupa Fae?”

Rys folded his legs underneath himself and
lay on the ground beside her. “Lupa means wolf. All wolves are
dark-haired. You are part wolf and have the ability to change forms
whenever you chose. This is dormant inside you, but now that you
are here, this gift will awaken.”

Charlotte stared at him doubtfully, but
waited for him to continue nonetheless.

“Fae is fairy. You are also part fairy, which
explains your beauty. You have the ability to perform magic. Your
ethereal qualities will strengthen in this world.”

Rys became quiet and looked into the horizon.
“Lastly, and most important, is the Blessed Purple Arte.
Essentially, your blood has been blessed by nature, thus giving you
the power to rule. You bleed purple, the color of royalty.”

Charlotte gasped. She had always thought it
was a trick of the air hitting her blood when she bled. Her blood
was never the dark crimson that she saw of others when they got
cuts and scrapes, but instead a deep plum shade.

“I’ve struck a chord, I see.”

Charlotte said nothing.

“I imagine Silas hasn’t fed you. Come. Let’s
go inside and eat. You will need your energy.”

Charlotte smiled at Rys and stood up. She
liked him very much, and he made her feel secure in the way that
Silas made her feel alive.

As they approached the house, Rys turned to
speak to her.

“If you liked the Fairy Mead wait until you
try –”

Suddenly a loud whistling filled Charlotte’s
ears and Rys stopped speaking, his mouth open and his eyes bulged
wide. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Charlotte
watched his powerful body fall to the ground.

“Charlotte!” Silas roared from inside the
house and all of a sudden he burst through the back door and
tackled Charlotte to the ground as something whistled past her
head. He yanked her off the grass, her dress tearing with a loud,
vicious rip and dragged her inside.

Silas threw her inside but not before she had
one last glance of Rys beautiful, lifeless body on the ground.

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The following is an excerpt
from the first chapter in the Bound And Bred For The Billionaire
Series –
Bound By Force

Mandy is betrayed by her body when she falls
for her new boss, a good-looking, older man in a high power
position. While attending a company party she finds herself tied to
a bed in his mansion, completely out of control, wanting nothing
more than to be dominated by him and to satiate his every desire.
Her boss has a dark secret and she soon learns of his true
intentions - to have her shared and bred amongst his rich and
powerful friends.

Read on for a small taste of what's
inside:

“That’s not what I meant,” he said kindly, “I
only meant that I don’t think you’re the exhibitionist type, so
perhaps we’ll be a little low-key at first.”

Mandy nodded in agreement. She wanted to fuck
Justin more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life,
but her stomach gave a weird sort of lurch when she thought of
having sex in front of strangers.

Justin led her outside and past all of the
occupied beds. Mandy’s eyes widened as she saw the numerous couples
having sex and moaning in their pleasure. She saw men with their
faces buried between thighs, girls’ heads bobbing as they gave
oral, one couple was having anal sex and the young woman was
screaming with pleasure. Still more couples were having sex
missionary style, doggie style, standing up and one brave woman was
hanging upside down off her bed as the man pounded into her at a
bizarre and uncomfortable-looking angle.

“In here,” Justin breathed as he motioned to
a bed that was set away from the others but still allowed Justin
and Mandy a birds’ eye view. Mandy slipped off her shoes and
stepped up onto the bed. Justin roughly pushed her down so that her
face was pressing in the mattress.

“Oh,” Mandy gasped as Justin straddled
her.

“You’re mine in this tent,” he breathed, “do
you understand?” and his voice was hot yet menacing. Mandy nodded
as she squirmed underneath him, desperate to get her hands on his
dark skin. Justin moved aside and Mandy leapt up to her knees as
she went to kiss Justin.

“Not yet,” Justin teased, “First I want to
watch you undress.” Mandy let out a small moan from being told what
to do; she had never had a man boss her around in bed before. She
slowly unzipped her dress and slid it off as her breasts spilled
forward and she kneeled on the bed in her small thong. Justin’s
eyes watched her hungrily, and she hooked her fingers in her thong
before sliding it down her skin to reveal her warm and welcoming
pussy.

Justin groaned and his hand shot out for
Mandy. He ran his fingers eagerly through her small tuft of pubic
hair, tugging gently. Mandy’s head rolled back with pleasure and
she pushed her hips forward, hoping that Justin would touch her
more. Justin scooted towards her and sat beneath her kneeling
figure, as he brought his other hand to her, and gently spread her
lips open. His fingers moved across her folds, exploring every inch
of her, before rubbing his thumb against her swollen clit. Mandy
moaned, her hands moving over her own breasts as she couldn’t help
but touch herself. She had never felt so in touch with her
sexuality, or so open.

Justin slipped one finger inside her and
Mandy moaned loudly. Justin worked his one finger in and out,
making sure Mandy was good and wet before inserting a second
finger, spreading her wider.

“Yes,” Mandy groaned as Justin’s fingers slid
in and out of her, his pace steadily increasing. She could hear her
wetness making slick noises, but she didn’t care as Justin
continued to finger-fuck her. Abruptly he stopped. Mandy cried out
in protest.

“I’m not ready for you to come just yet,” he
said. “Undress me.”

Mandy obeyed, and she undid his white shirt,
sliding it off his arms, before moving onto his belt buckle. Mandy
undid his pants effortlessly and Justin kicked them off, leaving
him sitting on the bed in his boxers. Mandy took in how sculpted
and firm his body was. It appeared that Justin did not have a
single ounce of fat on his entire body. Mandy swooped down onto his
chest, running her warm tongue along his sculpted abs, but Justin
gently tugged her by her hair, pulling her upright.

“I’m still dressed,” he said softly, and
Mandy pulled off his boxers, freeing his thick cock from its
confines. “Suck me,” he ordered softly, and Mandy happily agreed,
wanting nothing more. She glanced up to see a woman bent over the
food table, her dress bunched around her waist as another man
fucked her from behind. The man looked up and caught Mandy’s gaze,
or so it seemed, even though the curtains were drawn on the bed
where Mandy and Justin were. Mandy looked away quickly, but then
realized there was no way the man could see her. She looked back at
him, and still the man seemed to have his gaze fixed on Mandy.

The following is an excerpt
from another episode in The Overlord's Depraved Tales series
–
The Beasts' Breeding Dungeon

Ava and Michelle are enjoying the trip of a
lifetime travelling through Europe visiting the fashion capitols of
the world, London, Paris, Milan. They encounter a dark, handsome
and charismatic stranger one night in Milan, against their better
judgment the women follow him, starved for sex and seeking the
promise of a good time. The attractive stranger brings them to a
medieval keep, an evil looking castle filled with unimaginable
horrors and sexual depravity. The women will be under the direct
control of The Overlord as they join his collection of beautiful
young female sex slaves. Their bodies are to be sacrificed to the
grotesque beasts held deep in The Overlord's dungeons. If they are
lucky, The Overlord will chose them for his own personal
pleasures.

Read on for a small taste of what's
inside:

“I am The Overlord,” he whispered, his voice
rasping as he spoke.

“Do you have a real name?” Ava asked, unable
to stop herself.

The Overlord titled his head as if studying
her. “I do.”

“Are you going to share it?”

“No.”

“Why am I here?”

“I summoned you.”

Ava had to fight the urge to roll her eyes.
If this monster was going to fuck her or kill her, she just wished
he would get on with it already. Her hopes of escaping and making
it back to Drew were vanishing by the second.

The Overlord moved towards her, his eyes
running over her appreciatively. He stroked one of his horns
absentmindedly. Standing behind the couch he ran a cold hand along
her shoulders, skimming over the bare skin exposed on her back.

“Yes, you are perfect,” he murmured.

Ava shuddered again with repulsion.

“I have been waiting for a human like you.
You will be my pet, cucciola mia.”

Ava bristled at the tender Italian phrase.
Such a phrase was meant for lovers, not for this monster to say to
her.