LUSTRONOMICA: WILD CRAVINGS [FILTHY EROTICA COLLECTION]

Monday, 10:07 a.m.I’m in the front row before the first student even walks in.Notebook open, pen aligned perfectly, thighs pressed tight together to trap the throb in my clit. I didn’t sleep. I edged five times last night exactly like he ordered, each one more agonizing than the last. By the fifth I was sobbing into my pillow, hips grinding against my fingers, begging out loud for a man who wasn’t even there.I’m wearing a dark skirt today. The wetness won’t show as fast.The room fills. I don’t look at anyone. My entire world narrows to the doorway.10:09.He walks in.Same polished oxfords. Different trousers—black wool this time, tailored so perfectly they outline every powerful line of his thighs. White dress shirt, top two buttons undone. I can already see the dark hair at the base of his throat. Tie knotted loosely. Hair swept back, a few strands falling forward like they’re waiting for my hands.He doesn’t look at me. Not once.He writes “Donne – The Flea” on the board, turns,

I never thought a weekend that was supposed to be about conquering a mountain would end up shattering my entire world.My older brother, Jake, had planned this trip for months. A three-day climb up Black Ridge with his college buddies and their girlfriends. I only tagged along because my boyfriend, Tyler, begged me to come. “Babe, it’ll be romantic,” he’d said, kissing my neck in that lazy way that used to make me melt. “Just us, the stars, a tent. I’ll keep you warm every night.”I should have known better.We arrived at the trailhead Friday afternoon. Six of us total: Jake and his girlfriend Mia, two of Jake’s climbing friends, Tyler, and me. The air was crisp, pine-scented, the kind of cold that bites your cheeks and makes you feel alive. I was excited at first. I’d been training for this, hours on the stairmaster, new boots, expensive gear Tyler insisted we buy. I wanted to prove I could keep up.The first day was perfect. Steep switchbacks, laughter echoing through the trees, Tyl

He threw me on the bed unceremoniously. I bounced twice on the mattress, my hair spilling across my face, some strands landing in my mouth. I spat them out, breathless, just as he climbed onto the bed like a predator closing in. My chest heaved as I watched him, eyes raking over every inch of his hard, sweat-slicked body, his chest rippling with each controlled breath, those sculpted biceps flexing, looking like he could clamp my head between them and crack it like a walnut. God, he was built for this, for ruining me, and the thought made fresh heat pool between my thighs.Cole loomed over me, knees sinking into the bed on either side of my hips, caging me in. His cock hung heavy between his legs, still half-hard from the kitchen, veins pulsing, the tip glistening with our mixed release. He grabbed my wrists in one massive hand, pinning them above my head, while the other yanked the flannel shirt open, buttons popping and flying off. Cool air hit my skin, nipples hardening instantly un

“Take her away,” Gorak muttered, his amber eyes gleaming with dark promise as he pushed Milana’s face to the side with one rough palm, dismissing her like a toy he’d tire of later. “Get her cleaned up for my cock.”Before Milana could scramble to her feet or spit another curse, rough hands seized her arms again. But these weren’t the male guards from before, two female orcs, broad-shouldered and tusked, with braided hair and scarred green skin, hauled her up. They were warriors too, clad in leather harnesses that left little to the imagination, their grips like iron vices.“Let go of me, you bitches!” Milana shrieked, twisting and kicking as they dragged her from the hall. Laughter echoed behind her, the court’s crude jeers fading as doors slammed shut. “I’ll kill you all! I swear it!”The female orcs just chuckled, low and guttural. “Feisty little human,” one grunted, her voice like grinding stones. “Gorak, we'll break that spirit soon enough.”They hauled her through twisting corrid

“Tell him,” Gorak growled, pushing his hips up and pumping his cock into her with brutal, rapid force, each thrust shaking her entire body like an earthquake. She clutched her small hands against his thick, tree-trunk-like legs, her nails biting into his tough green skin, drawing faint lines of dark blood that only made him grin wider.“P.. please s..stop, t..that's enough,” she cried, her voice fracturing between sobs and moans, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as the pleasure coiled tighter, threatening to break her completely. “I can’t… I can’t say any more… have mercy…”Gorak’s laugh was a thunderous rumble, echoing off the stone walls as he ignored her pleas entirely. He gripped her hips harder, bruising fingerprints into her pale flesh, and fucked the absolute hell out of her, pounding upward with savage speed, his ridged cock dragging fire along her walls, hitting depths no one else ever could. The wet, slapping sounds filled the chamber, obscene and dirty, her arousal d