Smut warning! 🚨 M/F

The Hollow Realm is extremely gruesome.

It's just like having my favorite cup of tea! I simply love it.

It's a place where the tortured supernatural depravity tend to reside. It holds the one and only famous Hollow Hayman Prison that host thousands if not more of the lost, corrupted, or simply villainess criminals.

Definitely my kind of place and luckily for me that's exactly where the missing broken piece of the sword is apparently hidden. According to King Talon anyway.

Now all we have to do is to find the damn thing.

Unfortunately, I've been in a piss poor mood all damn day, thanks to our very unwelcome fellow troublesome travelers.

All three of them knuckleheads have been trying their best to dominate our investigation all damn day long.

I think I scoffed at them so much at them today that my damn throat is actually sore now from doing it so often.

When we met the King and Queen of the Hollow Realm to ask for their permission to enter the prison the three dumb ass dark angels made complete jackasses of themselves when they maliciously and falsely claimed that they were Starla's actual mates.

King Nubris and Queen Shawla saw right through their ridiculous accusations thankfully.

Thanks to Navin that is, when they noticed the mark upon Starlas neck that Navin placed upon her they threatened to have those three morons hanged for treason but thanks to Starla's interference, she saved them all from an untimely death though a deep sadistic part of me wish she that she didn't.

Complete and utter fucking morons!

Whatever Starla saw in them three I will never know.

Regardless of our disastrous start we have managed for all of us to be escorted and welcomed accordingly inside of the morose prison.

And that's where we all are now, sitting in the esteemed head office of the wardens, just patiently waiting to be seen by the Head Warden of the Hayman Prison, a Mr. Granite Frolick.

From what I've heard about the man in question is that he's a Golem with a unpleasant psychosis disorder. I'm just hoping that he will be cognitive enough to be able to help us.

"What is taking so damn long?" Luke complains again for like the millionth damn today.

He's the one I'm having the hardest time dealing with. You think it would be Liam honestly but no this dumb asshole likes to see how far he can actually push our buttons.

Always trying to find a way to put his damn hands somewhere on Starla's body. He tried to act so casually about it but I can see right through his spiteful and contemplating movements.

"Will you please just shut the fuck up already?" I snidely but rudely bark at him.

"Dude what's your fucking deal with me?" Luke growls at me.

"You know what my fucking..." I didn't get to finish my rebuttal to him because the door to the office suddenly springs open.

In walks a distinguished gentleman who remarkably looks like a fucking football linebacker.

Mr. Frolick, I presume, saunters in his office with his chocolate eyes bouncing to each one of us very suspiciously.

"Which one of you is called Navin?" He ask with a snarl. Fuck this guy is rude as hell!

"It's King Navin Lycos and that would be me!" Navin replies with an equally vile snarl of his own. I let my composure slip when I unassumingly bark out in a bit of not so beguiling fit of laughter.

Mr. Frolick jerks his his head to me scowling angrily at my unbecoming behavior. I don't let it bother me though I just return his damn scowl with beguiling animosity.

Mr. Frolick returns his attention back to an extremely aggravated Navin, he tosses a vanilla folder on top of his desk letting it slide over to Navin.

"The artifact that you are searching for is not located at this location." He says with another snarl. What the hell crawled up this guys ass? His attitude seems very unfitting for a professional. "If your claim about this artifact is true then it can't possibly be at this prison, this prison was built around ninety years ago. This artifact that you say you have in your possession outdates this prison." He exclaims, crossing he arms across his chest giving us all a very boastful look.

"Then do you have any idea where it may be? King Talon told us that it was located in the Hollow Realms prison. This is the only damn prison on the Realm?" I ask him completely bewildered.

"There was a prison that existed before this one. The Mermic Prison that's currently still located at the Hollow Rocky Bay. It closed down over one hundred years ago but they reopened it around two, maybe three decades ago. It now houses the criminally insane of the supernatural. A Dr. Futall oversees it, I got in touch with him before you came here. He's willing to see you but only under one condition." He pauses before he elaborates.

"What's the damn condition?" Liam rudely presses.

Mr. Frolick just scoffs at Liam, ignoring his disrespectful disruption. "He wants to talk to Princess Starla King alone." It's like he dropped a damn bomb in the middle of the fucking room. All at once every one of us jump up abruptly from our sitting positions, each arguing with him over Dr. Futalls condition.

"Hell no!" I argue.

"No way" Demir argues.

"Fuck no!" Liam persists.

I can't hear the others rebuttals from the high volume of the protective males shouting uproariously in the midst of the wardens office.

This continues for what seems like long staggering minutes until Starla's voice breaks through all of our revelry.

"Shut the fuck up!" We all grow quiet immediately.

Starla stands, giving us all a very displeasing look before walking slowly over to the warden. "Call him. Tell him I will agree to his terms." She tells him. We start to argue again but she silences us all with a stern but very convincing I'll kick your ass look.

The damn warden just gives us all a prideful smile before he picks up his desk phone to make his fucking call.

The doctor won't see Starla until tomorrow evening unfortunately. Giving us an entire night to ponder and undoubtedly worry over his absurd and outlandish condition.

We had to resolve ourselves to rent out a few rooms at the local inn. The Dark Night Inn, is a gloomy and daunting place but terribly fitting for the damn Realm we are reluctantly entrapped and waiting in.

To our utter despair there were only four available rooms for us all to split. The foreboding argument that preceded after booking the rooms was aggressively bothersome.

In the end we determined it was best if we just all drew straws to decide who was rooming with whom.

Thankfully, I lucked out and scored a room with Starla. The others were of course were extremely upset over the outcome but I couldn't be happier about it.

What can I say I'm a damn lucky bastard.

After dinner and a well needed relaxing shower, Starla and I are comfortably situated on the an unsuitable rounded shape bed with a blood red duvet covering it, along with a mass of blood red pillows laying upon it.

"Why?" I ask her. She's laying across the bed, reading my book that I lent her, dressed only in a t-shirt with an Iron Maiden logo scrolled across the front and a pair of white laced panties. The sight of her laying so freely on the bed with me is beyond mesmerizing.

But I need to know why desperately. Why she agreed so damn easily to the damn doctor's request.

"Why what?" She looks at me with blatant curiosity.

"Why did you agree to the doctor's request?" I ask, placing my glass of whiskey on the side table I turn to her, eyeing her closely. She climbs up on her knees, tossing the book aside, she hesitates before answering.

"Don't you think I will be able to handle myself?" She tilts her head observing my every action, when I don't answer she sighs, "because, it's the lesser of two evils Alis." She makes her way over to me, crawling on the bed, she places her head on my chest tracing her finger along my tattoo of a red eyed ghost like raven perched on top of desolate black clouded moon.

"Facing the doctor could not even come close to what I have to face every-time I close my damn eyes." She sighs again, I enclose her with my arm bringing her flush against me. Her leg drapes over mine suddenly, sending shivers quivering straight through me.

I start to ask her about her demented demon stalker but stop when her tiny snores start wistfully cascading up to my ears.

I bring the duvet up to us, covering us both, drifting off into a well needed slumber with her.

I feel a sudden sparkling sensation in my lower region. Slowly trying to pry my eyes open from my sleepy haze, I groan out in pure satisfaction.

Soft pliant puffy lips are surrounding my hard appendage. Opening my eyes groggily I finally was able to focus them on the most enticing sight that I have ever seen.

Starla is miraculously bobbing her beautiful head up and down my cock hungrily. "Fuck!" She wraps her tiny hand around my balls massaging them while she continues to suck on my dick very heatedly.

It's completely euphoric waking up to a desirable vision such as this. Her warm tongue slides along my inflated shaft with each damn luscious mouthful she takes in.

I reach down, fisting her long silver hair in my hands, "Damn Starla." I rigidly groundout, pushing her head up and down my over engorged cock deliciously.

She takes my dick all the way down to its fucking base, I buck my hips up while gritting my teeth, "I'm about to..." I do not get to finish my thoughts before my seed is spurting forcibly out of my cock into her intoxicating mouth. "Fuck!"

She pops my cock out of her mouth, looking at me seductively, licking the after cum that's dripped out of her mouth and unto her chin, smiling.

"Come here!" I tell her. With my hand still fisted with her hair, she climbs on top of me, straddling me erotically.

"Nice wake up call firecracker!" I enticingly tell her as I trace my thumb across her pretty pink puckered nipple. "Can I mark you?" I blurt out deliberately.

I've been longing to leave my mark upon her silky pale skin ever since I've meet her.

While watching all of the emotions that flitter along her beautiful face, I drop my hand from her delightful mounds to her swollen clit, circling it with my thumb rapidly. She moans excitedly. "I want to feel your cum deep inside of me while you do it!" Damn! She's sexy as fuck and that's all it fucking takes.

With both of our naked and flushed bodies, I roll her over unto her back, till I'm completely smothering her body with my own. "How did I get naked?" I absentmindedly ask her. Just noticing my bare state.

"I took them off." She sheepishly tells me. "Little minx!" I smirk before I dive right in to kissing her deeply. Our tongues wrestle with each others in a heated match. I knead her ample mounds while pinching her pert little pink nipple softly.

Tearing myself away from those alluring lips, I can't resist peppering her neck with tiny little kisses before I drop myself down lower to her apex. I want to feel that dopamine promise just beyond the ridge.

I long for an everlasting taste.

Dropping between those succulent thighs, I spread her legs wider with my hands, giving me the perfect unrestricted view of her overstimulated pink throbbing pussy.

When I see her little diamond piercing I'm actually not surprised by it. I look up at her, cocking my eyebrow with a smile and without saying a damn word I hungrily pummel my tongue into her over ripened opening, sliding it along her folds aiming directly for that piercing and her swollen little nub. She lets out a miraculous moan, writhing her hips back and forth. Putting my hand down on her flat stomach, I push her body down back onto the bed, entrapping her.

She grabs ahold of my hair firmly through her thrashing, I don't ease up one damn bit with my intentional pursuit of her tasty nub. The supreme taste of vanilla mixed with a hint of salty caramel rest lovingly on my tastebuds.

"Yes, baby, right fucking there." She moans when I push my two digits inside of her drenched core, pumping them in and out vigorously. "Cum for me firecracker!" I demand, sucking in her sensuous clit demandingly.

She tries to buck those vibrating hips up in the air, when I bite down on her piercing pulling it between my teeth she suddenly unleashes her orgasm screaming out my mother fucking name, "Alis Fuck!" Her body shakes irrevocably while I lavishly lick up every last drop of her sweet juices fully.

Her grip loosens from my hair, she's panting heavily with her eyes closed in a mesmerizing sexual heat of desire.

I crawl back on top of her gingerly, propping my elbow up beside her I watch the desire that's erupted on her striking face in fascinating wonderment.

Fuck yes! I did that! Pride engulfs me completely, seeing her come so undone from my ministrations on her makes me feel like a cassa-fucking-nova!

"Do you need to wait or may I proceed." I slyly ask her. She squints her eyes open at me, granting me a devious but sexy as hell smile. "I mean is it too much for you to handle?" I add on jokingly.

"Bring it on big boy?" She says in her best western slang. My eyes widen.

"So you think I'm big?" I ask her playfully. Dropping my hand once again down to her drenched but delectable core. Pushing my finger into her slit suddenly, she gasps lightly, grabbing ahold of my forearm with her tiny hands.

"You'll do." She says smiling a tight little smile.

"Really?" I stop fingering her quickly. She pouts a little adorable pout.

"Why did you stop?" She ask gruffly.

I half laugh, "I'll do? Am I not big enough for you?" I ask raising my eyebrows.

"You're big enough!" She grouses. "Don't fucking stop!" She demands. Dropping her hands away from my arm.

"Well in that case. Your wish is my command." Grabbing the shaft of my hardened cock, I slide it along her steamy folds. "You sure?" I hesitate pushing into her. Wanting her to be absolutely sure before we continue our romp and marking. "If we do this Starla there's no coming back from it."

"Uh yes. I'm so sure. Fuck me already!" Very damn demanding. "I need you!" She desperately says. Hell! I so fucking need her too.

I push my dick into her divide slowly, "fuck firecracker your so fucking tight." I grit out, pushing further into her. I stop, looking down into her sparkling ocean eyes, I pull back agonizingly slow, never taking my eyes off her face.

I have been craving this moment for so long, I want it to last.

"You feel like fucking paradise!" I tell her as soon as I plummeted into her hot pocket.

"Give it me hard Alis" she breathlessly commands.

Well damn!

Fuck nice and slow! I am fucking ravenous. The princess shall get what she so desperately requires.

Thrusting my over expanded cock into her soaking wet pussy, like a damn savage beast. Drive after drive, with a blistering force I pivot my throbbing dick deep inside of her.

Leaning over her body, I nuzzle my head against her neck, leaving small feathery kisses all along it, heading straight down to her collarbone, continuing onward to the center of her beautiful breast slowly, sucking in her skin and leaving little red marks along the way.

When I reach the perfect spot that I want to leave my everlasting mark upon her, I lick her just above her big mounded breast preparing her wordlessly for our ultimate bonding.

Pushing my hard as hell dick in and out of her now frustratingly slow, I bite down gently right above her supple mound. She bucks widely underneath me when my fangs sink into her silky sweet skin.

"Damn!" She purrs out enticingly as I release my fangs from her soft skin, she begins to shiver uncontrollably then climaxes, scratching her nails straight down my back, then her velvet walls start convulsing around my cock extremely tightly. "Mark me firecracker?" I bite out trying to hold back my own spontaneous orgasm. She tenderly bites down on me, right on my chest just above my own right nipple, directly above the ghostly raven.

The bite quickly enforces our connection. Making our souls intwine as one. My balls cinch up tight, pounding into her as I release a enormous amount of my warm seed into her over spasming center. "Firecracker, Damn! Fuck!" Strings my cum implode within her over filled walls wonderfully.

But I'm not spent just yet.

Pulling out of her roughly, climbing on my knees, I toss her onto her front, reaching my arms under her small frame I raise her up on all fours, slamming my cock back into her maddeningly fast without any hesitation.

"Fuck Alis." She groans.

Grabbing her hips, I then push her forward and back with each thrust I drive into her. Making the rounded bed shake fiercely with each pivot I send deep inside of her. Her dainty hands grip onto the sheet tightly, throwing my head back, closing my eyes, I use my maximum force to plunge inside of her pussy rambunctiously.

She feels like the fucking promise land!

Slamming into her hot sizzling core, I suddenly slap my hand down on that plump peach shaped ass hard, imprinting her pale cheek with my pink hand print. "Shit!" She screams when I slam my hand down harder on her other pleasant rounded cheek.

"I fucking love this ass. You are going to love the things that I'm going to do it." I ground breathlessly out placing another whelp on her ass cheek making her bodacious ass rump bounce brazenly then massaging it tenderly.

Starla's silken divine walls clamp around my cock, squeezing the shit out of it when she lets out a giant fucking roar "fucking hell!" she sprays her abundant juices all over my dick and balls feverishly.

My balls and spine simultaneously clench up, releasing a sporadic accumulation of my hot sperm inside of her overworked pussy "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" My almost sedated cock explodes bombarding her cunt with its semen pouring deep into her tight as fuck hot core. My cum starts seeping out of her pussy nearly overflowing it.

Breathless and happily spent, we both collapse in unison unto the rounded bed breathing rapidly.

She elicited every damn dream that I knew she would.

She is beyond a doubt my everlasting light to my haunting darkness.

Waking up suddenly from my over needed slumber my eyes try to once again focus on its surroundings.

The brash unwelcoming buzzing that awakens me from my sleep is coming from my cellphone that I haphazardly left on the side table.

Grabbing it quickly, not wanting it to wake Starla, I slide it open to a damn message that I wish I would had never received.

T: She has escaped!

Those three words words sent from Tanners phone sends a cold hard chill running straight down to my damn spine.

Fuck!

I have to alert Demir! I knew I should of killed that raunchy ass bitch while I still had the chance but instead of thinking with my damn brain I thought with my damn heart, for Demirs sake.

How stupid was I?

And How the hell did Tracia escape?