Pulpit

Fiona Peterson's miserable life got a lot worse when she was sold off to an evil Lycan Alpha in a strange land. She was forced to marry Prince Dylan, the heir to the throne of the pack. His father made it compulsory - Dylan had to marry her to become the Alpha of the pack. Prince Dylan hated her at first. He gave her no face, and he didn't want to have anything to do with her. His mother Yvonne made her miserable in the palace. Slowly, Fiona started seeing changes in Dylan's attitude towards her. It seemed like he was slowly falling ,and he finally asked her on a date, where he professed his sudden love to her. Innocent Fiona took his words for it and was elated. That same night, Dylan took her to a lonely treehouse where they had sex and he took her virginity. After the thrilling sex, he left her in the treehouse. The mating ritual was the next day. Fiona got ready for the wedding. She finally got to the pulpit where Dylan was, and as the process was about to commence, her stepsister came with the same wedding dress she had on. Dylan broke it to everyone there and then that he was in love with Jemisha, and would marry her no matter what. Fiona was heartbroken when Dylan told her to her face that he lied when he told her he loved her. He wanted to have sex with her and see how sweet she was. Realizing she was fooled, she could only watch in tears as her stepsister got to the man she was to marry. How much more miserable can her life be?

"Ria if I get harder than I am now I will explode right here and now." He whispered in my ear. "Lord help me! How I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours so much more than I want to climb the pulpit." I moaned out. His words drove me to another orgasm. She was innocent, young, pure, good until she met him. He was her priest until he became her lover. He destroyed her Innocence yet she loved him for it. Love, hate, desire, rage they were just a few of the things she felt for him. He knew just how to make her bend and beg and when he touched her, "El ansia."

At the beginning, when primordial beings didn't exist, concept was just a thought as the fabric of the universe basked in nothingness. There came a group of powerful beings know as gods, they created a bloodline of Temple Keepers . With the ability to bend reality to their thoughts, they nurture the Primordial beings and perfect the concepts of life or so they thought. As a result, time and space where born. They experimented creating worlds individually but that could only keep them busy for so long. Bored with the curse of immortality, they assign a Watcher as they are put to eternal slumber. The Primordials seize this opportunity to rule over the masses that the gods once rule. The chaos created is so great to bear as their nature becomes a hindrance to conquering a lost territory. ... A high podium is seen above this sea of people that stretched through out the city. "This day have we come to your rescue. To deliver you from the hell of freedom..." A deep inhuman voice roars from it's massive body as he gripped the podium tightly. "Yes!!" The crowd roars causing a slight rumble as the masses cry in unison. Not bothered but their closeness as one thing clouded their mind. A dark smile embraced his lips as loses himself gripping the pulpit so tightly as he stretches each side apart tearing it down. And flinging it of the podium but no one cares anymore, they make way for the incoming object but don't stop roaring for a second. "Welcome to the New Order!!" Series of maniac laughter break from the mindless crowd. A new order #Mystic Verse shout out to my comrades Daoist_Chunibyoo, Shadlight, lilsleepy_, step_on_internet, Ranzone

At the beginning, when primordial beings didn't exist, concept was just a thought as the fabric of the universe basked in nothingness. There came a group of powerful beings know as gods, they created a bloodline of Temple Keepers . With the ability to bend reality to their thoughts, they nurture the Primordial beings and perfect the concepts of life or so they thought. As a result, time and space where born. They experimented creating worlds individually but that could only keep them busy for so long. Bored with the curse of immortality, they assign a Watcher as they are put to eternal slumber. The Primordials seize this opportunity to rule over the masses that the gods once rule. The chaos created is so great to bear as their nature becomes a hindrance to conquering a lost territory. ... A high podium is seen above this sea of people that stretched through out the city. "This day have we come to your rescue. To deliver you from the hell of freedom..." A deep inhuman voice roars from it's massive body as he gripped the podium tightly. "Yes!!" The crowd roars causing a slight rumble as the masses cry in unison. Not bothered but their closeness as one thing clouded their mind. A dark smile embraced his lips as loses himself gripping the pulpit so tightly as he stretches each side apart tearing it down. And flinging it of the podium but no one cares anymore, they make way for the incoming object but don't stop roaring for a second. "Welcome to the New Order!!" Series of maniac laughter break from the mindless crowd. A new order #Mystic Verse shout out to my comrades Daoist_chinybyoo, Shadlight, lilsleepy_, step_on_internet, Ranzone