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"Ahhh... Stop it! Please, you two—this is too much."
"Why, Lily? Doesn't this feel good? Like this..." A Blonde hair snuggle and nibble on the back of my neck.
"Ugh... No, don't lick mme- stop it now..." I begged, my cheeks burning hot with embarrassement and panic.
The black hair beast and the blonde hair beast trapped me tight in the middle of them.
Their broad frames leaving no room to escape.
Black hair beast pressed me from behind, his cold fingers trace my waist down to the most sensitive part in my body.
My whole body tense up.
"Ughh... No, don't do that, I'm can't....." I gasped, i feel out of breath as i am gasmping for air
Chuu...
Blonde hair beast stole my only source of breathing.
They attack my most sensitive spot relentlessly.
Blonde hair beast with his harden "Weapon" grab my right hand and made me touch it.
"Lily, this... It is painfull here, you have to help me,"
What my hand touched was hot and firm, smooth texture with a lot of bulging vein, i think it's alive.
Black beast make a move on my breast, he fondle one gently while brushing his lips lightly over the other.
The warmth of his breath and soft brush of his fingers made shivers ripple through every inch of me.
"Ughh..." My groan of pleasure escaped me.
"Do you like this, Lily? Does it feel good?" He murmured against my skin, while my breast in his mouth, the sensation send me to the cloud.
My rational judgment slipping away bit by bit.
"Lily, can i put it in now? Mine is hard and painfull- it's unbearable."
Blonde beast pressed a deep, searing kiss to my lips,
his lips rough and insistent, before pulling back to stare down at me with wide, glassy, pleading eyes,
looking just like a lost puppy begging for mercy.
"No! I went first—I got her all heated up, so it's my turn first. Right, Lily?" the black haired beast cut in sharply,
pressing his hot but cold, rigid thing harder against me, his movements urgent and impatient,
and I felt my last bit of sanity slipping away, completely overwhelmed by their clashing demands and unrelenting advances.
"Lily..." one breathed, his voice soft yet insistent.
"My beautiful Lily..." the other murmured, his tone dripping with possessiveness that sent a chill down my spine.
'No! Stop! What did I do to deserve this? Why is everything spiraling into chaos like this? Nooo!'
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Everything begin at that time
Hot summer night, East Asian apartment.
The ceiling fan hums lazily, stirring muggy air that seeps through the half-open window, carrying the faint, savory scent of street stall skewers from below.
Lil Mei stands by the desk, her short bob framing porcelain skin, she yanks open Lily's sports backpack, shoving items inside in a frantic rush.
"Hurry up Lily! Stuff all the important stuff in your backpack!" Lil Mei urges, shoving Lily's arm hard, her tone sharp with urgency.
Lily whips around, her high ponytail swishing as it follows the movement of her shiny black hair.
Clad in an athletic tank and shorts, her face flushes bright with anger as she snatches the bag back from Lil Mei.
"Important my ass! What retreat needs this many birth control patches and condoms?! Why didn't you pack any food or meds—those are the real basics!"
Lil Mei doesn't pause, shoving the supplies into the side pocket of the backpack, her lips curled in a dismissive arc.
"We don't need food! They've got everything ready there. Fancy island resort, parties nonstop—this is a vibe, not a survival trip! And bring the condoms, okay? There'll be white and Black guys, no clue on sizes, so I slipped morning-after pills too, just in case."
Lily's eyes go wide, voice sharp with disbelief, nearly rising to a yell. "What the hell? Are you insane?!"
Lil Mei grabs her shoulders, tone switching to coaxing yet pushy, her thumb brushing Lily's cheek in a quick, reassuring gesture.
"Come on Lily, tons of hunks are gonna be there! Ditch that nerdy bookworm self already, live a little!"
Lily's shoulders slump, her voice turning desperate as her gaze flicks to the crumpled photo of Lil Mei and her ex on the desk.
Reluctance tugs at her, but she resigns herself to the inevitable. "Ugh, I said this was a bad idea…"
She doesn't say it out loud, but the thought lingers heavy in her chest—Lil Mei is still broken from that brutal breakup, raw and unmoored.
Lily has to go, has to watch over her best friend, has to bring her back safe. Reluctantly, she shoves her water bottle into the backpack and zips it tight.
They fly to a Southeast Asian country, and the sweltering humidity wraps around them the second they step off the plane, thick and cloying, mixed with the sweet scent of frangipani and coconut that hangs in the air.
They take a taxi from downtown to the coast, then hop a small wooden boat bound for a distant island.
The sea breeze whips through their hair, and salt sticks to their lips as the boat cuts through the turquoise water.
The boat docks at a stretch of white sandy beach, palm trees swaying gently in the wind, waves lapping softly at the shore.
Lil Mei jumps off first, barefoot on the warm sand, arms thrown wide as she yells at the top of her lungs.
"THE SEA! The island! My youth—here I come!"
She waves hard over her shoulder, already walking fast toward the treeline.
"Come on Lily! Move it!"
Lily trips a little as she climbs off the boat, the backpack heavy on her shoulders as she calls out breathlessly.
"Wait up Mei Mei! Don't leave me behind!"
They reach two guards standing by a weathered wooden post at the edge of the trees.
The guards point at the dense woods ahead, their broken English slow and halting.
"Resort through woods, up hill garden—few hundred meters, follow the path."
Lil Mei doesn't hesitate, darting into the woods in a flash, her laugh echoing off the tree trunks as she disappears into the green.
Lily huffs, adjusting the strap of her backpack, and chases after her.
"Mei Mei! Wait for me!" Lily calls, her voice straining as her legs start to ache from the incline of the path.
She pants, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, glancing down at her watch with confusion and annoyance.
It's supposed to be a short walk, but it feels like she's been hiking for half an hour already.
She calls again, louder this time, panic creeping in when no reply comes, the forest swallowing her voice whole. "Mei Mei! Where are you?!"
Minutes pass, no sign of Lil Mei.
Only the rustle of leaves in the wind and the distant chirp of crickets breaks the silence.
Lily's legs give out, and she plops down on a big mossy rock to catch her breath, her heart thudding a little faster with every passing second.
Then she hears it.
Faint rustles in the trees, bushes shifting nearby, as if something large is moving through them.
A low, deep growl follows, rough and primal, the sound of a wild beast hiding in the jungle. Lily tenses up, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle a gasp.
"What the hell? This is a tourist island—there can't be wild animals here, right?" she whispers, terrified, her eyes darting everywhere as she scans the trees for the source of the sound.
The growl gets closer, deeper, more menacing, before a sharp rawr cuts through the air, jolting her to her core.
Lily's eyes go wide, her voice trembling as a chill runs down her spine, cold as ice.
"That's… a tiger?"
A branch snaps loudly, close by. Lily's jaw drops, her breath catching in her throat, her blood turning cold in her veins.
A massive tiger bursts out of the bushes, its golden fur striped with thick black lines rippling over bulging muscles, its fangs bared sharp and glinting, claws digging deep into the dirt.
It stands just meters away, its amber eyes locked on her, fierce and predatory, every line of its body screaming danger.
It rears back slightly, then lets out a deafening roar that shakes the trees, sending all the birds flying from their perches in a panicked flurry, small critters scurrying for cover in an instant.
Lily's legs buckle instantly, and she drops to her knees, her hands scraping against the rough ground, her whole body shaking like a leaf. Her eyes stay glued to the tiger in pure, unadulterated terror.
'Am I gonna die here? What about Mei Mei?'
The tiger suddenly went poof in a puff of dust and swirling wind, shrinking yet still towering—now a 190cm young man with bright blonde hair. He was completely naked, every inch of his large frame exposed.
A stunned silence hung in the air for a heartbeat, then the boy spoke, cheeks flushed pink as a smile tugged at his lips.
"A female."
Lily's shock exploded into a shriek, her voice piercing the quiet woods.
"Uwaaaaaaaaa! Pervert! Freak!"
She scrambled to grab rocks, small branches and handfuls of sand, hurling them at him nonstop.
"Hey hey hey, female, stop throwing!" He dodged awkwardly, taking the harmless hits with a wince,
"I'm not gonna force you! I'm a respectable tiger from the West Rock Mountain Tribe! Augh, aww—cut it out!"
"Stay away, you pervert! Put on some pants!" Lily screamed, arm still swinging to launch another handful of sand.
Her heart hammered so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest, her mind a chaotic mess of noise.
Why did the tiger turn into a huge blonde guy? Was this some magic welcome? Did Mei Mei say this was that kind of retreat? And why was 'it' so big?
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