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Prologue
The Stag of Stags
Challenge
Prologue
Disclaimer: Alarah Roanoke does not claim any ownership of the Slayers so suing would be pointless my darlings...
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Good evening my darlings, this is my first adult fanfiction that I will be sharing with you all. I do hope you enjoy it! I am afraid that if you desire a simple tasteless pornographic fic with absolutely no plot as it is only an excuse to... well... get it on... you will be quite disappointed. However, if you enjoy a dark yet amusing tale with comedy and sensuality mixed in... then read on my darlings... and do let me know what you think, won't you?
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Prologue
Once redressed, Xelloss picked up his staff and smirked sadistically at the mortified and weeping dragoness. Attempting to retain some form of dignity, Filia held the sweat drenched bed sheet tightly to her naked form, as the sobs raked her tiny frame.
"So that's all I was to you?!!!" She screamed glaring at him with wild eyes as she neared the point of hysterics. "Just some toy for you to use for your own amusement?!!!"
"Oh, I wouldn't say that at all, Miss Filia!" Xelloss replied flashing her a grand smile, savoring her pain as he twisted the knife deeper. "A toy is something one keeps so that you can play with them whenever you like!"
He cupped her shocked tear drenched face in his gloved hand. "You, my dear dragon, were more like a trophy! Oh, not some scrap of metal but a wild stag! One that could elude even the best of hunters!"
His smirk took on a smug gleam as he opened his eyes, their amethyst shards cutting into her wide confused sapphire orbs with dark appraisal. "Now that I've finally caught you, the hunt is over! And as I have no intention of mounting you on my wall, you are of no further use too me!!!"
Filia's eyes widened further then narrowed as she threw his hand away from her face with an inarticulate cry of rage. She then threw herself face down on the bed and covered her head with a pillow, in a ridiculous attempt to block out a cold harsh reality.
Even through the heavy stuffing and over her sobs she could still hear his dark, cold laughter as he faded away...
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