The judge was not so certain, however. My sentence was considerably reduced from the norm to ‘just’ thirty years. * * * I tell you this story on t...e 10,900th day of my imprisonment. Just two more months to go. No Shawshank Redemption-esque ending for me. No Rita Hayworth posters, no digging like Tim Robbins. But then, Robbins’s character (I think his name was Dufresne) was falsely imprisoned for the murder of his wife and her lover. I, on the other hand, have had 29 odd years to make a damn. I inherited the gift from my parents. Somewhere in the distant past, the Krab, God of Crafting, had sex with some women. Their offpsrings had these abilities. All those with his blood could do this. There were only a few bloodlines, my mother and father each from a different one.It was why my father wanted me to be his queen. To breed a son.The feyhound was a construct that Aingeal made with her faerie magic. She wove the dog-shaped thing out of twigs and wicker, forming a hound made out of. I told you to do the same and explore Lynn’s body you tentatively began to rub her nipples and then I told you to suck them and you lowered your mouth on to her right one and began sucking deeply.Lynn let out a whimper as you did and her hand slid between your thighs and she slid two fingers deep in your wet pussy you moaned and spread your legs like the good slut you are. Lynn was pumping her fingers in and out of you hard and as she did your hand found its way to her soft smooth pussy and. .. I love you too..." His lips moved towards hers, but she pulled back. Justin may have been unfamiliar with love, but even so this seemed odd. She obviously saw the confusion in his face. Smiling, Daium pushed her body off of him. As he had felt, gone was her clothing. Bare breasts, white fur surrounding pink nipples. The white fur of her chest continued down, between her thighs...Daium, reaching the bed in the middle of the room, grabbed one of the vine supports and swung herself onto it. She.