It was not a true love-making or a brutal fucking but a mixture of both. It was a man breeding his woman and her accepting him without reservation. It...was not a new revelation but it reinforced the fact that I was his mate and he was my man. By the end he was pounding into me and I was screaming my pleasure for the whole ship to hear.When he finally thrust deep my body and held it there and I felt his seed fill me, I had an orgasm like I had heard about only in stories. My nerves burned, my. With another deep breath I took to the street. I swiftly walked down the sidewalk trying to avoid any attention from the nearby groups. I knew if I got compromised, I’d have a difficult time outrunning them in my heels. I carried on walking, readying my bat in case one of them realised I wasn’t one of them. I could see the mall in front of me, but there were a ton of zombies in front of me. I watched each and every one of them as I strolled past, clenching the bat tightly. It wasn’t long. The experience humbled him, and he never touched another girl again after that. The boy couldn't look at another pig without thinking about that night or come in contact with one without becoming sick.The three other girls that shared the carriage with Mary were heading to the castle to work like she was. They have to pass an examination to be fit to be around the queen to prove that they were virgins. Even though Amelia knew that Mary had sex with over a dozen men, a simple spell to heal her. After doing so, she slid into her seat beside the woman.“Where to?” the woman asked.“Salt Lake City eventually.”“Why not?” the woman chuckled. And sniffled. “Are you hiding behind your glasses as well?” the woman said, removing hers. Showing a bruised and puffy left eye. Another runaway.“Sort of,” said Karissa, removing her glasses and pulling back her hood.“Oh my,” said the woman. “You’re quite beautiful.”“Thanks,” Karissa smiled. “What happened?”“My husband,” she spat, “finally got physical.