Preview: Prodigy: Slaves of Mars #2
Prodigy: Slaves of Mars #2 preview. Stripped of his wealth, his status, and his multinational corporation, Edison Crane is homeless and on the run from the police for murder #comics #comicbooks
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Prodigy Slaves of Mars #2 Review
Prodigy Slaves of Mars #2
Dark Horse Comics
Written by Mark Millar
Art by Stefano Landini
Colors by Michele Assarasakorn
Letters by Clem Robins
The Rundown: Edison and Elijah go looking for answers while their enemy flexes his power.
On the run from the police, Edison has found his missing older brother Elijah who is patching up the younger siblings injuries and showing him how he is just…
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cw: selling reader to close the debt, groping, kidnapping, dubcon, thoughts of impregnating.
being sold to outlaw könig, just so your daddy would be able to pay his debt to him, and since he had nothing but you, your dad got together to sell your pretty face to this terrible brute of a man, and your life was over about the moment when he brazenly picked you up in his arms and carried you to his horse with a satisfied squint of blue eyes.
you didn't understand why you had to answer for your father's debts, and even though könig ain't tried to harm you, he didn't react to the thick tears running down your cheeks and chin all the road that you were pressed against his chest, whimpering as he roughly squeezed at the softness of your body over your dress, cruel chuckle slipping from beneath the hood at his face.
könig didn't resell you to any other people, ain't even made a slave out of you, he gave you a clean, spacious room that belonged only to you in a house that wasn't bad, clean, looking like he didn't even live there, but instead of thanking him with your innocent eyes and chirping words, you had to run away from him, not knowing what awaits you.
the lingering perverse of his calloused touch on your body everytime he could grope you over your dress, nuzzle his face in your neck even through your shrieks and small kicks of your fists against his muscular chest, könig likes seeing you pick up a fight like a feisty kitten, not knowing that he's a predator there, and you're bounded to be with him.
to wipe puddles of blood on the floor almost everytime he comes back home by the night, stumbling through the doorway, to let him seat you on his beefy lap and press his face in your shoulder, palming at your body through almost translucent fabric of your nightie, doing a little job of hiding the softness of your curves, making his heavy, fattened erection poke in the swell of your ass.
but you wouldn't claw at him if he'd bury his thick cock in your weepy pussy, you can mewl that it's disgusting and he's gross all you want, while bouncing prettily on his fat cock, letting the ridge of his cockhead prod at the sweet, virgin spot in your cunt, your hole pulsing and oozing syrupy slick at every hump of his hips, hands holding onto his huge shoulders, as his rough palms swallow the fat of your asscheeks.
you should be grateful he kept you alive, hübsches lamm, and perhaps if he'll cream your pussy with his thick seed, sending you to sleep in your room with cum soaked panties, you'll be more docile, acting like you never been sold to könig, but belonged to him from the start.
his sweet little wifey, the one he would knock up as soon as possible, and then, you will be tied to him.
main masterlist. quidelines.
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