Every 200 years, a virgin is sacrificed to a powerful beast, for breeding.
In the previous years passed, no offspring has been produced. It is known that only the mate to the beast can give him a pup.
The community always selects the outcast virgin...
"All my life, I have never been touched by a man. I've remained clean and chaste" - Ava Goodchild
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Prologue
"Spread your legs, little Ava. Open it and let me devour you."
I trembled at his tone of words used, with my hands clenched around my garment tightly.
His voice sounded like sin itself and his eyes held a lustful gaze, darkened with desire.
"P-Please, we don't have to use this way." I said.
"A-An insemination would w-work quite fine-"
A pissed growl configured the entire room. He pounced towards me, clearing everything in his way.
My eyes wandered to his fur springing out of his shoulders. I swallowed a gulp, in anxiousness.
"Do it or my guards would do it for you. You do not want to test a beast!!"
He growled powerfully. With his aura, holding a dangerous presence.
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The first thing I laid my eyes on when I woke up, was an old chest. Brownish, with strikes of rusted gold engraved on its body.
The room seemed like a small cubicle. With multiple engravings and paintings on the wall. It held a mysterious and ancient impression.
I stood, up rubbing the back of my forehead softly.
"Where am I?"
Those words, I asked myself. In the dimly lit room, I had a hard time seeing clearly.
Suddenly, a door creaked open.
Just at the entrance of the door lied a large shadow.
Since it was dark, I was really having a hard time seeing who it was.
"I see you're awake, little Ava."
Bulky steps begun to pound towards me.
It was like I was a prey being predated on.
"W-Who are you? A-And, w-where am I?"
I stammered, my voice breaking at each sentence.
Hands unexpectedly wrapped around my waist, drawing me closer.
My thighs clenched and I felt a little wet, just in between my legs. Something hard connected to me, giving me a totally weird feeling that left me confused.
"You seem to not remember anything." His rough and husky tone constructed.
"N-not in d-detail. A l-little reminder might h-help please,"
Still in his arms, a timorous feeling occupied me.
"As my breeder, we'll be christening every part of my castle, little one"
