เข้าสู่ระบบDrenched in Jax piss and her own squirt, Sable lay sprawled on the pool table, her body aching deliciously from the initial onslaught. The camera rolled on, capturing every filthy moment for Matteo’s viewing pleasure. Jax wiped his cock on her thigh, smirking. “Round two, boys. Let’s breed this bitch proper.”Rocco scooped her up like she weighed nothing, carrying her to the massive bed in the back. He tossed her onto the mattress, her limbs splaying out. The bikers surrounded her, their huge cocks still hard, glistening from her juices. Blaze climbed on first, flipping her onto all fours. “My turn to wreck that ass.” He spat on her hole, then slammed in, his fiery red pubes tickling her skin as he buried himself balls-deep.Sable yelped, her back arching. Diesel slid underneath her, guiding his thick shaft into her pussy. Double penetration again, but this time with Blaze’s relentless pace, his hips slapping against her ass like thunder. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Diesel groaned, thr
Sable’s heart pounded like a war drum as she pushed open the door to Matteo’s apartment, her key still working despite the nagging suspicion that had brought her there unannounced. The air inside was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and sweat, a cocktail that made her stomach churn. She followed the muffled moans down the hallway, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. Peeking into the bedroom, she saw it all: Matteo, her boyfriend of two years, buried deep inside some blonde bimbo from his office, his hips thrusting with reckless abandon. The woman’s legs were wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back as she cried out his name. Sable’s world tilted, rage boiling up from her core like lava. She didn’t scream or cry; instead, a cold, calculated fury settled in. Revenge. That’s what she needed. Something that would shatter him the way he’d shattered her trust.She slipped out unnoticed, her mind racing. Matteo had always bragged about his prowess, but Sab
Athena lay back on the sectional, legs still splayed, her creamy cunt glistening from Jax’s tongue and her recent orgasm. Her silk robe had fallen completely away now, leaving her naked and shameless, full tits heaving, nipples dark and stiff, thighs slick with her own juices and his spit. She crooked a finger at Jax, eyes heavy with hunger.“Come here, nephew,” she rasped. “Auntie needs that thick young cock inside her. Right now.”Jax stood, chest rising fast, boxer briefs tented obscenely. The fat head of his dick had pushed past the waistband, leaking steadily. He shoved the fabric down, letting his cock spring free, long, veined, flushed dark red, the shaft already shiny with pre-cum. At nineteen it stood proud and eager, curving slightly upward like it was made to hit deep.Lucia stayed crouched beside the couch, one hand between her own thighs now. She’d pushed her loose sleep shorts aside and was slowly circling her clit with two fingers, lips parted, eyes locked on her son
The house was quiet except for the low, throaty moans spilling from the living-room television. Jax, nineteen and restless on a humid summer evening, padded barefoot down the hallway in nothing but gray boxer briefs that clung to his thickening cock. He’d been heading to the kitchen for a drink when the sounds stopped him cold at the arched doorway.There, sprawled across the wide leather sectional, was his aunt Athena.At thirty-eight she was still devastating, long jet-black hair fanned out over the cushions, her silk robe fallen open to expose every lush inch of her. Her legs were spread wide, knees hooked over the armrest, one hand buried wrist-deep between her thighs. Her fingers plunged in and out of her excessively creamy cunt with wet, obscene squelches; thick strands of her arousal coated her knuckles and dripped down the crack of her ass onto the leather. Her other hand mauled her heavy breasts, pinching and rolling fat, dark nipples until they stood out like ripe berries.
Elarik’s rhythm faltered for the first time, his hips stuttering as something primal rippled through him. I felt it inside me, his cock swelling thicker, impossibly so, the shaft pulsing with heat that made my walls flutter in response. A deep, rumbling growl tore from his throat, no longer human, vibrating straight through my core.His silver eyes flared bright gold, pupils narrowing to slits. Fur—thick, coarse black fur—began to sprout along his shoulders and arms in rapid waves, spreading like wildfire across his skin. I gasped, my hands flying to his chest where the smooth muscle was already shifting, hardening into something more powerful, more animal. Sharp claws and black talons pushed from his fingertips, scraping lightly against my hips as he gripped me tighter, pinning me beneath him.“Elarik—oh god,” I whimpered, fear and raw lust twisting together. But I couldn’t stop; my body betrayed me, hips rolling up to meet his brutal thrusts even as terror spiked in my veins.He
WARNING: This Chapter and the next one Contains Bestiality. Read at your own risk. My name is Zara, and for the past two years, I’ve been the live-in maid for Elarik Voss, the enigmatic owner of this sprawling estate hidden deep in the misty forests of the countryside. He’s a tall, brooding man in his late thirties, with sharp features, piercing silver eyes, and a body carved from marble, broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and arms that could crush stone. I’ve caught glimpses of him shirtless more times than I care to admit, and each time, a forbidden heat pools between my thighs. But he’s my employer, and I’m just the help: a curvy 25-year-old with long black hair, full lips, and hips that sway a little too much when I dust his study.Lately, though, something’s changed. Elarik’s been watching me with a hunger that makes my skin tingle. His voice drops to a low growl when he gives orders, and last night, under the full moon, I swear I heard howling from his private wing. Tonight, as







