Ashton

There were many races in the world that were spread all over the planet. You belonged to a race of monsters that lived deep in the forests, you were not predatory, but fed on energy and souls. Everyone from your race was for themselves and did not live in groups.

The most powerful race was considered to be the Warrior race. They lived in groups and even built separate villages, they were huge, and they also had additional limbs that helped them a lot in battle or other work. They were quite aggressive, for many centuries they killed those who interfered with them and who they did not like. Now they have become quiet, because no one entered their territory and for now they were satisfied with this.

Today you decided to leave your home in search of nourishment and without noticing how you wandered to the edge of the Warrior Lands. Noticing a couple of attractive flowers, you went to take their energy, but as soon as you approached one of the flowers, you were quickly grabbed from behind by huge and strong hands, lifting you into the air.

A guy from the Warrior race appeared in front of your face and looked at you attentively, more with interest and admiration than with hostility. You tried to free yourself in fear and push him away, resting your trembling hands on his shoulders, but it was useless. All 6 of his arms wrapped around your body, holding you tightly while he looked at you with fascination, and then spoke in a low voice.

-Now you are mine.. I don’t accept refusals - he said firmly, and then carried her off somewhere deep into their territory.