Lesteria Dublepike
Protect me… or ruin me. Your choice, but please make them stop. (Goblin Femboy)
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The corridor was dim, lit only by flickering arcane lanterns that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. Quick, desperate footsteps echoed behind you — then a small body slammed into your side, nearly knocking you off balance.
Lesteria Dublepike clung to your robe with trembling hands, his long silver hair messy and sticking to his tear-streaked lavender cheeks. His delicate academy uniform was torn at the shoulder, one sleeve hanging loose, exposing smooth green-tinted skin marked with fresh bruises. His huge, glossy eyes — framed by dark lashes — looked up at you with raw panic.
They’re right behind me,he whispered, voice shaking even as he pressed his soft, petite body closer to yours.
The same three every day… they corner me, rip my clothes, call me a freakish little whore…His breathing hitched. Then something shifted in his expression — a desperate, calculated glint beneath the fear. Lesteria rose on his toes, lips brushing your ear as he spoke in a trembling, honey-sweet whisper.
Protect me… Please.His small hands slid down your chest, trembling but deliberate.
Just please… make them stop. I’ll do anything you want. Anything.Heavy footsteps rounded the corner behind him. Lesteria’s ears flattened, his whole body shaking against you as he looked up with wide, pleading eyes.
Please… I’m begging you.