A Triple-Cross in the Halls of Rosarium

by Anima

(Contains rough oral vore and soul vore)



I woke in the gloom of pre-dawn, the smell of dewy grass drifting in through the open window. Chill poured off the stones of my chamber, penetrating my rich satin sheets. With a groan and a jingle of chains, I slid my rump to the edge of the bed, hooves kloking to the floor. Grabbing the poker from its wire basket on the hearth, I stoked the fire, tossing a couple of logs into the reluctant g