By cpt redclaw 2.0
Hello readers!!
I have decided to write two stories at once!! Ill be working on this one and my other story coaching boys
Unfortunately it seems nifty doesn't like the content in the new story(there's a rape scene) so if you want to read it email me and ill send a copy to you.
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WARNING
This story may (in the future) contain sex between boys and men and some physical abuse so please don't read unless you enjoy this sorta material, if by some crazy navigational error you've found this by accident leave now!!
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Boys are beautiful never hurt them and always love them.
Remember looking is ok touching is bad and hitting is worse
Fantasize only!!
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Quick note this story contains a lot of plot and stuff and doesn't have to many wank material scenes in it so don't bother reading if you have your cock in your hand already there's virtually no sex in this one
The winter months are always the most boring. It's the time between raids that really gets to us, even me. But we train and we fight each other to pass the time. If there is an especially good harvest, we save it for the mid-winter festivities to thank Odin for all he has given us.
I sit in my home carving a small boat out of wood. The small slave boy named Garth sits carving his own imagination onto a slab of drift wood. There's a fire lit warming the home against the harsh cold outside, Thio is cooking some sort of broth for supper. It feels almost as though we are a family. I finish the small boat and hand it to Garth. His eyes light up as I put the boat in his lap.
“Oh, boy you finished it. Can I go out and play?”
“Did you finish your chores?”
“Yes sir, me and Thio did them this morning!!” he says in a giddy voice.
I nod and wave him out of the room. He runs out of the door, letting cold air come in for just a second. I feel peaceful this day. Most days anger boils but today I feel good. My father isn't here. The village isn't breathing down my neck expecting me to be gruff and brooding. Like my father. A born leader
I walk over to Thio and wrap my arms around his waist.
I nuzzle my chin into the crevice of his neck and plant a kiss on his cheek. This is the times I like most..closed doors. Me and my slave. If anyone were to see...oh god I don't even want to think of that.
“What are you making?”
Thio giggles and shrugs me off him.
“Rabbit stew sir”
I reach down his pants and start fondling him. His 6 inch cock begins to swell. He stops tending to the pot and leans back in my arms. I slowly squeeze the base of his cock and pull up, as if I'm milking the teat of a goat. He sighs and starts bucking up into my hand. I take my other hand and squeeze his balls. He’s begun to like the pain I give him and I enjoy the pain I inflict. He moans as I tighten my grip .
“Ughhh sir, that hurts”
“Yeah, but you like it don't you?”
“Yes sir!!”
He yelps as I continue to assault his balls. I speed up my milking. He moans and groans as the attack on his young manhood continues.
“Sir please! I’m going to cum”
“Don’t cum! You’re not allowed to cum yet,” I command, knowing very well that he's going to cum anyways. I continue to jerk. I feel his balls tense up as he cums in his pants.
“Arghhhhh sir!!!”
His legs buckle from his orgasm and he falls back into my arms. I hold him up and allow him to sit on my bed. I take a seat in my chair.
“Was that good thio?”
Thio quietly nods. He knows what’s next. He came without my permission. I get back up and walk over to the cabinet, pulling out a whip. Thio is already kneeling with his shirt off and his back towards me. The streaks and scars from his real beatings show on his bare back like a painting of war and famine.
When I whip him for fun, I don't draw blood. This is a sort of game we play during the long winter months. This and sex is all we have. I crack the whip over his back. He screams in pain and pleasure. I do this 15 more times, one for every year he's lived. By the time I'm done, he's on the floor crying.
“Was that too hard Thio?”
He shakes his head no but says nothing. He knows I could do it a lot harder. My cock is as hard as a rock. I pull him up and push him against the wall. I strip him of his pants and allow him to stand there naked for a few seconds he whimpers as i start fingering him. He's playing scared but I see his cock is back to full length. I place my 9 inch hard on at his hole entrance. I push in with little effort. Thio sighs.
I feel each and every inch as my pubes slowly rest on his cheeks. I slide all the way out and thrust back in as hard as I can. Each time I can feel Thio’s hot breath bounce off the wall and back at me. I push his head against the wall and start thrusting even harder. I pull all the way out and turn thio around. I pick him up like a child and move him to the bed. We look into each other’s eyes. His bright blue eyes look at my dark, coal colored eyes. I kiss him passionately, slipping my tongue in, tasting his breath on my breath. I pull away and look at him again, a tear runs down his cheek. I can't figure out why. Then he says the words that make my heart sink.
“I love you demon”
I’m dumbfounded and at a loss of words. I pull away from him.
“A man can not love another man, Thio.”
My heart shakes as if it's being struck by lightning. Lofn the god of forbidden love calls to me but I mustn't listen.
I get my pants up and walk out onto my porch, leaving Thio sitting there with a dazed look. Snow is falling. Not many people are about. Most prefer to huddle up in the warmth of their houses. I feel Thio behind me.
“I’m sorry sir. I didn't mean it. I--”
I cut him off with a slap across the face. He holds his now busted lip. It’s been months since i've raised a hand to him. The slap surprises me as much as it does him. I want to take it back. Something in me does not want to not say what I’m about to say, but not even Odin can stop me.
“I don't love you. There's no love between us. You’re nothing but a toy to me. Just a plaything to fuck for fun.”
I spit in his face and walk off the porch and out into the town, not even caring about my lack of shoes or shirt. I walk around all night. The moon is high. And cold has chilled me to my bones. Why? Why did I say that to him? I sleep in the great hall that night, not wanting to go home
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Mid-winter festivities are always crazy here. Other jarls would hold a small celebration. Not my father. If it's not big it's not a party. I sit and drink with a group of men my age. We talk of women and who we would like to fuck. They laugh and keep patting each other on the back. I'm lost in thought, not caring about them. Ever since I said those things to Thio, he's been distant. He does his chores. Helps Garth with things. But he doesn't look at me. I touch him and he cringes. I have sex with him and he closes his eyes. Doesn't moan and does not become hard. I hate myself but I hate him even more for making me feel this way. I have to get him out of my mind. I have to get away for tonight.
I walk away from the group no one notices my exit. I walk away from the great hall and to the stables. I mount my horse and ride. I ride and ride. All night. The wind whips through my hair. My face is cold as ice. He's still there thio. He's on my mind. In my heart. Why?
I ride back to my home. I tie the horse to a post and storm inside. The door slams open. Garth jumps. Thio is at the fire cooking something.
I grab him and shove him against the wall
“Why!!! Why did you have to say those words” I knee him in the gut and he buckles over and falls to the ground. I stand over him fists clenched. I kick him in the ribs while he's down.
“Why don't you look at me anymore. Why do you make me feel this way? And make me do this to you?”
Garth runs over to help Thio up. For the first time I lash out at the little boy giving him a punch in the gut and a shove to the ground. My heart sinks. I look at what my anger has done. I scream at the top of my lungs and run out into the night.
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Spring has finally come!! And with spring comes raids. I’m ready. It's about time I went on a raid. I've always put it off. Over and over again with each passing year. This time when I return, I shall own a town and take a bride. As much as I enjoy playing house with Thio and Garth, I want a real family. I need to feel normal. Lofn nags at the back of my head. I shake her off. I have to stay away from those thoughts...a man cannot love another man. Not in that way.
The docks are bustling with men collecting their weapons loading the boats with rations, and preparing us for our soon to be triumphant raids. Men bustle and holler as one by one, boats start sailing for the Christian lands. I grab my sword and bow and stop at the great hall. My father is standing there, talking to a farmer. They’re counting money.
He sees me and for the first time I see pride on his face instead of disgust.
“Ah my boy! So good to see you before you head off. Kill as many of those Christians as you can.”
He chuckles and pulls me into a bear hug.
“I thought I should come and make sure Barham is still within my reach. Or were you just fooling with me so I would go on a raid?”
He grabs his belly and lets out a jolly laugh.
“Of course Barham is in reach for you. But you must have a wife first.”
“Ok father.”
He smiles at me. Then he is pulled away by another man trying to conduct business. I exit without another word. My father is never in a great mood. So when he is, I feel uneasy around him
On my way to the docks I spot Garth. He's sitting on Thio’s lap as they lounge in a chair watching the people go by. I pretend to glare at them.
“You're about the freest slaves I've ever met”
Thio pretends to laugh. Garth doesn't understand that I was joking, and looks at me scared.
“You’re fine Garth. I know you boys already did your chores and I haven't got any use for you past that, except after hours of course”
I wink at Garth who blushes a special shade of red.
“Ok, I’m off to get some riches. Wish me luck! Thio, hold down the fort!”
Thio smiles at me as I go. Garth waves goodbye. He's in a good mood. I guess he will be happy that I’ll be gone for a time.
I walk down to the docks and climb into a boat. I’m greeted by a few men. Others look to be sea sick already and we haven't even shoved off yet. Forster, the one-man army, climbs in beside me.
“Well hello, laddie! Haven't seen you around much of late. Been making love to that slave boy of yours?”
My heart sinks to my stomach and out of my ass. How could he know about me and Thio? I've never told anyone. We never do anything in the open. How could he know?
I must have had a look of horror on my face cause Forster chuckles.
“Its ok boy. I've been known to frog a slave boy from time to time. Nobody cares as long as you have your share of children. Then you can fuck whoever you want on the side. Just don't fall for him lad...Lofn is a mean bitch”
He chuckles again at my still uneasy expression. The men start rowing the boat. I’m tasked with being look out. Forster is main navigator. And a young boy maybe 16 years old is in back manning the rudder. The trip is long. The water deep. Our hunger deeper. Days pass. I'm about ready to eat the rudder boy. Rations are low. But just then Odin shines down on us. A bird flies above. That spells land. And just as the bird flies away I spot a shore.
“Land!! I see land”
I’m giddy like a little girl to finally see the beach, but there's a man with his son on the shore. There must be a town nearby. The man starts yelling and running up the beach. Forster nudges me.
“Can you shoot him from here? He's going to warn the town”
I nod. I know what to do. My bow is in my hand. It’s as if time slows. The arrow becomes loaded. I have a slight hesitation. But then it's gone and so is the arrow. Suddenly time speed up again. The arrow hits its mark. The man stops and looks at me. The arrow pierces his side. Blood seeps from the wound. We lock eyes then I watch his life drain away. He crumbles to the ground. The boy screams and runs to his already dead father. Our boat reaches the shore and we start getting out. Our small troop of 13 strolls over to the boy.
Forster pats me on the back. “Good job boy! First kill and a new slave.”
He grabs the young boy by the arm. He squeals and attempts to get away but the big brute of a man is more than a match for his feeble attempts at escape.
“Tie this one up and we will take him with us.”
The men do as they're told. Even though I could pull rank over forster, I'm glad not to be in charge.
Forster reads me like a book and pats me on the back.
“It's ok lad. Soon you will be leading raids with the wrath of odin in yer belly”
He chuckles and we start heading down the beach the boy in tow.
We walk for a while before we see the settlement. It looks to be bustling. Forster yells “Charge!!!” He knocks the boy out with a shield and hides him in some shrubs. He smiles at me.
“Don't worry, we can come back for him later. Now let's have some fun eh?”
He pulls out his double axes and yells at the top of his lungs. Running and killing on his way. I pull out my sword. As I go to join the raid I check to make sure the boy is breathing. He’s a very cute boy, blond with a slim body. He’s maybe 10 or 11 years old.
I run off to the town. Men and women yell and scream. A man comes at me with a knife. I side step him and cut him down where he stands. Unlike when I killed the boy's father, I actually felt excited about my second kill. My first made me feel bad for the boy losing his father. But this man, he deserved to die. I feel Odin smile down on me
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The day was long the bounty plentiful. I feel like a true man. I took 20 lives today. If I died now, I’d die with honor. We make our way back to the ship. 6 young boys no older than 11 are tied to one long rope. I’m dragging them behind. There was little resistance taking the town. There is little remorse for me. I feel good and happy. I’m now a man.
Forster looks at me and grins “ You like lil boys don't ya” he laughs at my reddened face. I took the boys because they were the best looking. The other boys were too old, almost men themselves.
When I’m in charge of Barham, I want servants. These boys will do well.
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We are sailing to an island. A sort of meeting point of our clan. All the Vikings that made the long journey come here to gather and coordinate attacks.
It's late at night we see the island it's lit up with fires. The sound of jolly men yelling comes to my ears on the air. My stomach growls as I smell meat being cooked. We dock our boat and head inland. The boys are reluctant to follow but I yank on the rope, and they’re forced to follow. We come to a town that seems uneasy to have us here. People scurry away as we pass. Forster pats me on the back.
“Look mean. The king of Northsberg has an agreement with us. We occupy his towns every year and in return we don't raid them.”
He turns and screams in a woman's face. She yells and runs away. All the men in our group laugh. I chuckle, not really sure why that was funny.
I’m not a big man like everyone else. I don't come across as mean, not at first that is.
Suddenly i think of Thio. Why is he in my mind again? Why is he always at the back of my mind?
We come to what I assume is the town square. At least 50 Norsemen are here, all milling around. A huge fire burns in the center. Men are laughing and drinking.
The commotion is loud and unruly. I look over to where I hear screaming. A girl is being raped by 3 men. The boys are terrified. I drag them through the crowds of men, trying to keep up with the group. Forster leads us to a sort of great hall, kind of like the one at home but bigger than i've ever seen. The floors are made of some sort of stone. I touch a smooth pillar. The stone is like nothing i've ever seen. Nothing like this exists in the home land. We come to a man sitting at a desk. He stands and greets each of us with a hello. He has strange clothes on, and white hair, but something tells me the hair is fake.
“Right this way, gentlemen. The mayor is so happy to see you. All the other leaders are already here.”
He gives each of us a nod. He looks at me and the boys I’ve got tied to a rope.
“Would you like me to take care of the boys for you?”
The boys look hopeful as if they think they may escape from me.
“No thank you”
He smiles and looks sadly at the boys. The man leads us to a room. There are 4 men in the center, sitting at a table. Forster tells the others to go and have fun. They eagerly leave the hall and head out to join in on the festivities. Forster take me aside and whispers to me.
“Ok, every year we have civil talks with the king. Until now, I’ve filled in for your father. Since he's got 4 towns to run, he can't go on raids anymore. But now you're here. So I'll be here this time, but next time you're going to be leading your own raids.” He smiles and pats me again. We sit. I have a tight grip on the rope that holds the boys. The other men greet us. I recognize only one as a friend of my father. He looks at me, then at my boys, then back at me.
He smiles. His teeth are black as night.
“Nice catch you got there. Yer father will be proud”
I smile and nod. Suddenly a door opens and in walks fancy men holding trays of food. They set plates in front of each of us. I can hear my stomach rumble. I hear the boys’ stomachs as well as they watch the men begin to eat. I hand each of the boys a piece of meat they start eating like wild animals. Again, the door opens and in walks a nicely dressed man. He's dressed in nice furs and wears a simple metal crown on his head. Everyone nods their heads at the man. He smiles.
“Good to see you gentlemen again. This is the 5th year in a row that we have had this meeting.”
Everyone nods
He smiles “Well, let us drink to that, and to many more”
He raises his cup we raise ours as well. Everyone drinks I dont drink because I don't want to be fuzzy headed when I've got to look after the boys.
The talks are long and boring. They mostly consist of strategies and which towns are going to be raided and which are not. We give a part of the loot to him because we get to stop in towns ruled by him and make camp and sleep. Halfway through the meeting, I stop listening. In my thoughts, there is Thio. I run through all the things I've done to him and the way I’ve treated him...Is it not my right to treat my slave how I please? Then why am I so guilty because of it? Is Thio really important to me? Have I fallen for my slave? I can feel the goddess of forbidden love beckoning me to join her...but can a man love another man? Thio is hardly a man. He's 16. Hell, I’m hardly a man. I’m 22. So are we just boys? Can two boys love each other?
I’m snapped from my thoughts by the squeak of chairs as the men all stand to leave.
I’m so tired from the day that I don't even care to party tonight. As we walk out of the hall, I turn to Forster and whisper.
“Where can I go to sleep?”
He chuckles “Tired already, aye?” I nod my head. “Well alright then lad, that's ok. You can walk into any house you see fit and sleep there. We have free rein here, my boy”
He chuckles and joins into the crowds of partying Norsemen. I walk away from the party and the noise. The boys follow me as I walk. I hardly have to tug on the rope that binds heir wrists. They seem happy to be away from the hordes of Norsemen that have trickled in since the first 50 that were here when we arrived.
I walk down a few blocks until the party is just a faint whisper in my ear. I stop at a house that has candles lit inside and a fire in the fireplace from the looks of it. I open the door and lead the boys inside. A man and woman sit at the dining room table talking quietly they turn with looks of horror as I walk into their home.
“Please don't hurt us we will give you what you want”
Yells the woman. The man stands and draws a knife standing in a protective pose in front of his wife.
I put my hand up to try to calm them.
“I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just looking for a place to rest my slaves. I have had a long day.”
The man scoffs at me. “What your tired of having innocents blood on your hands. Their days were short!!”
The sentence hit me like a pebble. I wasn’t afraid of his tiny knife. I’d had too hard a day to put up with him. A few screams later and the deed is done. The boys stand quietly in horror as they watch me drag the lifeless corpses out into the back garden.
I’m sure this goes against some sort of treaty we signed with the island folk, but it's done.
I walk back into the house wiping blood on my fur coat. I lock eyes with one of the boys. He and the others are doe eyed. I walk up to the boys and pull out a knife. All five boys flinch at once.
“It’s alright boys, I'm not going to hurt you. If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't have brought you with me...now you boys have to promise not to run off into the night. I’m keeping you safe. Those brutes out there won't be as nice as I have been.
I cut each of the boys’ ties and lead them to one of the bed rooms.
“Go on, get into bed there. You’re small enough for all of you to fit.”
All five boys do as they are told. I sit in front of the door guarding it.
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When I awaken, I’m being nudged by one of the smallest boys. His green eyes shine in the morning light.
“I have to go for a piss,” he says in a whiny voice. I glance over and the other boys are fast asleep. I lead the boy to the piss-bucket that stands in the hallway. I watch as he pulls his pants down to his ankles. His round white butt makes me have to adjust my pants...I've always felt something for boys, but never ones as young as him. He pulls on his penis a few times, letting the last drops drip into the bucket. I lead him back to the bedroom.
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Later that day, the boys and I are back in the town. I've got them on another rope and I'm leading them to the docks, which are filling up with hundreds of Norsemen from all 5 tribes.
I spot my ship and tug the boys over. All the men are here talking to each other loudly getting ready for the next raids.
Forster smiles at me and walks on over to where I’m standing.
“Ha don't you love the smell of the day before battle!!”
I smile back at him.
“Yeah it a good day today. Where are we sailing next?”
Forster grins.
“Well we are going to meet up at a camp on the mainland. There we are going to attack a fort the king told us about. He gets half the loot but the way I understand it we are going to short change him and not report a lot of it” he laughs a hearty laugh and elbows me
I chuckle. “Sounds fun! What do I do with them?” I gesture towards the five boys tied to my rope.
“They will have a place to store all the loot including the live ones at the camp”
He smiles and I smile back.
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The ocean is calm. The air dry. The boys on the boat are all put to work at rowing. The air is still. Hoenir the silent god has caused all the men on the boat to stop their banter. It takes all day to reach the settlement.
The night air is cool we see fire in the distant camp commotion of hundreds of Norsemen preparing for tomorrow's raid float on the night air, songs being sung and the sound of hammers preparing metal tools and swords for battle.
The camp is louder up close than from far away. Men are happy. They sing and they dance. I see a few men that are having sex with young boys. I’m surprised to see such actions here.
Forster is like a quiet cat and is suddenly beside me, watching me watch them
“Yeah the lack of women and the presence of such cute boys. Lofn has her way with us when we are away from our womenfolk.”
He touches one of my boys on the ass which causes the boy to yelp.
Forster laughs “Aye, seems you’ve got a wee puppy here on your leash.” He winks at me and disappears into the crowd. I watch the young boys being groped and fucked. The large men have them bent over a huge log. A boy of only about 9 years has a large man on top of him. He looks as if he's in heaven. The man holds the lad’s head down as he violently fucks him. The boy moans and groans. My cock swells at the erotic show I'm watching. Another boy is sucking a man, taking it right down his throat. He gags, but willingly takes the cock. I look at the five boys standing beside me. I smile. They avert their gaze. I lead them to some cells that have been made from wood. Other slaves look on in fear as I approach. I open the cage and eye the men inside. They’re mostly feeble, miserable slaves. They don't look like they could pull a plow or harvest crops at all. The boys go in reluctantly. I cut their restraints and close the cage door.
“Ill be back for you after tomorrow's raid”
The boys look scared. I feel a pang of guilt for capturing them, slaughtering their families and destroying their home. I shake my head and remind myself who I am. Yesterday I took 20 lives. Tomorrow I will take 20 more. Men will die with honor under my blade. I’m proud of this. It’s the Norsemen’s way.
I find a place to lie down under the night sky. The stars seem brighter before a battle. The gods shine down upon us tonight. Tomorrow they shall drive us to victory in the next raid.
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There are two hundred Norsemen from 5 factions. The faction leaders including myself and Forster all stand in a group making attack plans on the fort we plan to raid.
Then we are off. A few stay behind to watch the slaves. We walk into the forest, shields in hand, archers behind shielded men. I have my bow ready for a fight. After walking for awhile, we come to a clearing. The fort is visible from our position. Something isn’t right. I can feel it. The fort seems to be empty, not even guards posted on the walls. Everyone seems to have come to the same conclusion that something is not right. I hear a whistle. A single arrow flies from the air and takes down one of the men.
“Shields!!” yell all the leaders at once. Our group creates a shield wall. Archers are protected inside, and there are shields blocking the sides and tops, creating a sort of hut. Volley after volley of arrows come down on us. Suddenly it ends, just as quickly as it began. As we break the shield wall, a hundred armed soldiers come at us from all sides. I realize that we have been trapped.
“Shield fort!!!” I hear. Our 200-man group creates a fort, 100 archers inside, 100 shields outside. We fire as many arrows as we can. Men fall left and right, their screams are deafening, but more come. I’ve used all my arrows. So have many of the other archers. I remove my sword from its sheath and go to protect the wall, slashing any man that gets near. Some of our men have fallen, but more of theirs are dead than ours.
I stand near Forster who is encouraging the men to hold their ground.
“Forster this seems like a trap” I yell over the screams and clashing of metal
“Aye lad! This was a trap. When I get my hands on the man who crossed us, I'm going to tear him limb from limb!!”
Suddenly, the wall is broken by a group of men. I hear the order to scatter. Everyone is now in battle.
“For valholl!!!” yells Forster, as he becomes the one-man army, taking down every Christian that approaches him. I find myself locking swords with everyone that passes me. My stamina is low. I can't keep this up much longer. I’m trained for archery, not sword combat, although I practice both. Men are falling all around me. A few men have banded back together into a shield wall but I can't reach them. I feel a sharp pain and look to see a knife in my gut. I turn and impale my attacker. I stumble away. I find myself resting against a log. Away from the clearing, I'm fading fast. I hear the sounds of Norsemen fighting for their lives.
I fear death. Blood is falling from me like a fountain. My eyes are heavy. I feel the call of Odin wash over me like a river. Then Thio, saying “Don't leave me. I love you…”
Why that gives me the energy to fight sleepiness, I don't know. I stumble through the forest, running from the sounds of men dying, the clash of metal on wooden shield becoming fainter and fainter. I stumble around for what feels like days, but I know can only be minutes. I run through the forest away from the sounds of Odin calling me to him. I stumble and hit my head on a rock. I look up and see two boys standing over me. Then blackness…
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So did you like it? Some readers are put off by my character demon so i figured i'd make some insight of his inner feelings
Next chapter i plan it to be about thio so stay tuned!!!
I hope the lack of sex in my story isn't bothersome i feel like this story will have sex in the future but not right at this moment please email me with feedback!!
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