Creampie Dreams: Impregnation Erotica Trilogy Read Online Free Page A

true. He was stronger than her, faster and more capable. He acted as if her attempts at escape were an amusement, and she felt the hope drain from her mind.
     
    She was dropped by the fire, landing with a thud in the dirt, and her jailer sat down serenely beside her. He studied her with amusement for a moment, and then spoke as if she were simply a house guest.
     
    'I apologize for this imposition, Amelie, I really do, but I'm afraid it was unavoidable. I need a woman for my purpose, and only you meet my requirements. Please, eat.'
     
    He handed her a wooden covered in ragged slivers of rabbit meat. Amelie thought to throw it in his face, but her hunger overruled her. The rabbit smelled delicious, and she realized she had not eaten all day. Her stomach made demands that shouted down her anger and fear, and she shoveled the meat into her mouth as he watched.
     
    For the first time she got a chance to study her captor in the firelight. He was taller than most, and much more heavily built. There seemed to be not an ounce of fat in his body. His pectorals bulged like curved plates, and beneath his thick chest his abs rippled, with every muscle sharply defined and moving smoothly under his skin. She'd never seen anyone so perfectly built in her life. Not even the drovers, huge men who came through the village guiding bulls by their horns, could match his physique. Where the drovers tended towards the portly this man was pure muscle.
     
    It was as if he was built to a much larger scale than most. Every dimension was exaggerated, from his height to the thickness of his chest to the size of his large, strong hands. His golden hair ran to his shoulders like a mane, and everything about his face gave the impression of a predator preparing to strike.
     
    His eyes, though, we're what really stood out. Beneath a wayward lock of hair they locked onto hers, captivating her. She found she couldn't look away, despite her wishes. The piercing blue seemed to glow in the light of the fire, and he returned her gaze steadily.
     
    'I am Roman, king of the werewolves.' He spoke simply, as if this were a fact that could not possibly be disputed. Amelie watched wide eyed, suddenly realizing her captor was insane. 'I have chosen you to give me a child. You will accede to my wishes. You have no choice.'
     
    Amelie was gripped with panic and more terrified than ever. If this man was truly insane he would be even more dangerous than she thought. He would surely kill her as soon as his broken mind directed him. Despite her lack of hope she new she must try to escape once more, as each moment in his presence brought her ever closer to death.
     
    With a rush of energy she hurled her plate at Roman, leaping to her feet and pulling a burning branch from the depths of the fire. He watched her with amusement and she waved her torch madly back and forth.
     
    'I will leave now, and if you pursue me I swear you will burn.' Her voice shook with fear, and Amelie felt a surge of anger that the man simply smiled benignly. She backed away slowly, edging towards the trees, and felt suddenly confident in her escape. Roman had yet to move, and in fact still ate from his plate of rabbit as she moved away. She made to turn, and heard a sigh from beside the fire.
     
    It took only moments, but the memory would stay with her a lifetime. In one smooth, liquid motion the man rose to his feet and changed. He leaped forward, and by the time he had reached the ground he stood on four legs. She couldn't explain what she had seen. One moment there had been a man and the next there stood a wolf, growling threateningly beside the fire.
     
    Amelie turned to flee, but she had barely moved before the wolf bore down on her back. The heavy body knocked her to her knees in the grass, and she waited for the sharp teeth to close over her throat at any moment.
     
    But the bite did not come. Instead she felt hands, human hands, roughly pin her on her belly to the ground. Whatever lay