The Mother Wolf
Copyright© 2024 by Karlie_F.
Chapter 8
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Amaryllis, the girl in the basement, hasn't seen sunlight since before her first shift. She shifted at the early age of 10 which is almost unheard of. She is now 19 and losing hope. The little food she is given has wolfsbane on it. With no wolf, No love, and No hope,Amaryllis fights with herself about giving up to be with the moon goddess. Will she be saved from this hell, and from herself?
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Amaryllis
The Doctor is very pretty. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She has a perfect pear shaped body and light brown hair. I immediately felt jealous of her. I could tell she was very smart and kind. She left the room for just a moment and I was alone with the man I recognized from earlier. I can see his features more clearly now. He has what seems to be purposeful stubble on his perfectly shaped, strong jaw. His skin looked like it was dipped in honey. His eyes were dark blue like a deep ocean. His fluffy hair curled at the end. His lips were narrow on top and full on the bottom and a deep shade of tan pink. I looked at him a little longer as he looked to be thinking to himself and my heart pounded harder than normal.
“What is your name?”
I asked him in a soft voice, hoping to get some answers to my millions of questions.
“Rowan” he said in the same proud deep voice I heard before.
“That’s a pretty name.” I said with a small smile.
He chuckled a little at my response.
“What is your name?” He asked in a curious tone.
Before I could answer, the doctor came back into the room with some tools, a note pad, and some medicine bottles.
“Like I said before. I will be asking questions and then I will look you over to see what state of health you are In.”
I nodded in agreement and she clicked her pen.
“What is your name and age?” She asked in a serious but light tone.
“Amaryllis, age 19.”
“Last name?”
“I don’t know”
Rowan had a smug look on his face.
“She will have a last name soon, don’t worry about it.” He said in a joyful response.
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