LOGINThe ridges drag against my walls as he pushes deeper, each bump and texture hitting spots I didn't know existed, making me see stars with every impossible inch. The stretch is immense, almost painful, but my body is so wet and wanting that I take him anyway."So tight." He's growling, tusks bared, muscles straining with the effort of going slow. "Human cunts are always tight. But you're the tightest I've ever had. Going to ruin this pretty princess pussy. Going to stretch you so wide you'll never fit a human cock again."When he bottoms out I feel him in my stomach. Against my cervix. Pressing against places no one has ever touched, no one has ever been deep enough to reach. The ridges pulse inside me, throbbing with his heartbeat, each one pressing against my sensitive walls."Move." I'm begging, beyond pride. "Please, I need you to move. I need more."He pulls back slowly and I feel every single ridge drag over my g-spot, one after another, a chain of pleasure that makes me cry out.
They drag me into his tent in chains, and I know everyone in the camp can hear what's about to happen.My kingdom fell three days ago. I'm the last princess of a conquered realm, given to the orc warlord as his prize. Most girls are dragged here screaming. I walked in willingly. The guards noticed. They're whispering about it already.When I see him, my knees nearly buckle.He's massive. At least seven and a half feet tall, shoulders wide as a doorway. His skin is deep forest green, his features brutal and inhuman, with tusks jutting up from his lower jaw that look sharp enough to gore. Scars cover every inch of visible skin. He's terrifying.And I'm instantly, shamefully soaked."Leave us." His voice is a deep rumble that vibrates through my chest. The guards retreat. The tent flap closes. But the walls are thin. Everyone outside will hear everything.He circles me slowly, and I smell him. Musk and smoke and something wild, something that makes my thighs clench together. He stops beh
He pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum start to leak out of me."Don't move." He reaches for a box of tissues and cleans me with surprising gentleness. "I want to do a post-coital examination."I laugh weakly. "You're still pretending this is medical?""I'm thorough in all things." He helps me onto my back again. "Let me see."I spread my legs and he positions himself between them, looking at my used pussy with open appreciation. He slides two fingers inside me, pushing his cum back in."Your vaginal tissue shows no signs of trauma despite the vigorous examination." He pumps his fingers slowly. "Some swelling, but that's to be expected.""Dr. Cross..." I'm getting aroused again despite the exhaustion. "Evan. What are we doing?""I'm conducting a comprehensive sexual health assessment." He finds my g-spot and presses. "And you're responding beautifully.""I meant... what happens when I leave this room? What is this between us?"He withdraws his fingers and looks at me properly for the
He returns to his position between my legs, but something has shifted.The pretense of clinical detachment is slipping. His eyes are darker now, hungrier. He's still wearing the white coat, still has the gloves on, but the doctor act is wearing thin. I can see the outline of his erection through his dress pants."For the next phase of the examination, I need to assess your response to penetrative stimulation." He says it like he's reading from a textbook, but his voice has dropped an octave. "This will allow me to evaluate your vaginal elasticity and internal sensitivity. It's a standard procedure.""Is this really necessary?" My voice doesn't sound convincing even to me."Absolutely necessary." He reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. "I'll be using a medical-grade instrument for this portion of the exam."He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. It's thick, hard, and definitely not a medical instrument. The sight of it makes my pussy clench involuntarily."Dr.
The receptionist hands me a clipboard and tells me to fill out the new patient forms.I'm only here because my insurance changed and my old gynecologist doesn't take my new plan. Dr. Cross came highly recommended. Top ratings online. Clean office. Available appointments. Everything seemed perfect on paper.I fill out my medical history and try not to think about the fact that a stranger is about to see me naked from the waist down."Paige?" A nurse appears in the doorway. "The doctor will see you now."She leads me to an exam room and hands me a paper gown. "Everything off from the waist down. The doctor will be with you shortly."I undress and sit on the exam table, the paper crinkling under me. The room is cold. Clinical. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. I pull the gown tighter and wait.The door opens and Dr. Cross walks in.He's not what I expected. Tall, dark hair silvering at the temples, sharp jawline, eyes that seem to see right through me. He's wearing a white coat over a dr
He carries me to a bed I hadn't noticed before, hidden in the shadows behind the throne. Black satin sheets. Black brocade canopy. A bed fit for a vampire's bride.He lays me down gently, almost tenderly, and positions himself over me. His cock is still hard, still cold, pressing against my entrance again."This is the last time you'll feel warmth." His hand cups my face. "The last time your heart will beat. I'm going to fuck you while I drain you. You'll die on my cock. And then you'll wake up eternal.""I understand." I pull him down to me. "Do it."He pushes inside me slowly this time, savoring every inch, and I moan at the fullness. Through the bond I feel his hunger, not just for blood but for me specifically. He's wanted this for centuries. A bride who comes willingly. Who wants the darkness as much as he does. Who isn't just a victim but a partner."You're perfect." He starts to move, long slow strokes that make me feel every ridge of him. "I've waited three hundred years for s
They give me barely a second to recover before Sawyer is lifting me onto the padded training table. The same table where I've worked on their bodies all season long. The same table where I've kept my hands so carefully, painfully professional while my mind wandered to places exactly like this.Nothi
I've had my hands on these men for four months. Taping ankles before every game. Massaging cramped muscles after brutal practices. Working out knots in shoulders and thighs while pretending I don't notice how they look at me. Pretending I don't go home every night and touch myself thinking about wha
I pull the mask up slowly. His jaw. His mouth. His nose. His cheekbones.I know that face."You."Theo Barnes. The quiet guy from my lit class. Back corner. Never speaks. Dark eyes I've caught watching me a hundred times but always dismissed as shyness. As coincidence. As nothing."Me." No shame in
Someone has been watching me for three weeks. Notes slipped under my dorm door. Photos tucked into my backpack. Messages that prove he sees everything I do, even the things I do alone in the dark.You touched yourself for two hours last night. You didn't finish. I could have helped.I should report







