ログインMaggie arrived at the Evergreen Fertility Institute the next afternoon with mixed emotions swirling inside her. Her body still ached deliciously from yesterday’s intense session with Julian. Every step reminded her of how thoroughly he had fucked her, the deep ache in her pussy, the faint bruises on her hips from his grip. She had spent half the night touching herself while replaying his groans, his filthy praise, and the way he had looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.But beneath the lingering arousal was a quiet unease. The more she thought about it, the more the “multi-provider” aspect of the program unsettled her. She wasn’t just a body to be bred. She was a person. And yesterday, Julian had made her feel like both — desired and cared for. She hoped today would be the same.The nurse led her to the same private treatment room. Julian was already there, looking devastatingly handsome in his white coat over a crisp blue shirt that stretched across his broad chest.
Maggie returned to the Evergreen Fertility Institute exactly one week later, her stomach fluttering with a mixture of anxiety and cautious hope.She had spent the past seven days reading and re-reading the consent forms, telling herself that the unusual wording was just medical jargon. The clinic had already started her on a specialized hormone protocol, daily injections that made her breasts feel fuller and her skin more sensitive. She felt different already. More aware of her body.The same friendly nurse led her down the hallway, but this time she was taken to a private treatment room instead of Dr. Hawthorne’s office.The room was beautiful and clinical at the same time with soft lighting, a large padded exam chair with stirrups, and various monitors. Dr. Julian Hawthorne was already there, wearing his white coat over a perfectly tailored shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders.“Maggie,” he greeted her with that warm, confident smile. “You look lovely today. How have you
Maggie returned to the Evergreen Fertility Institute exactly one week later, her stomach fluttering with a mixture of anxiety and cautious hope.She had spent the past seven days reading and re-reading the consent forms, telling herself that the unusual wording was just medical jargon. The clinic had already started her on a specialized hormone protocol, daily injections that made her breasts feel fuller and her skin more sensitive. She felt different already. More aware of her body.The same friendly nurse led her down the hallway, but this time she was taken to a private treatment room instead of Dr. Hawthorne’s office.The room was beautiful and clinical at the same time with soft lighting, a large padded exam chair with stirrups, and various monitors. Dr. Julian Hawthorne was already there, wearing his white coat over a perfectly tailored shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders.“Maggie,” he greeted her with that warm, confident smile. “You look lovely today. How have you
Maggie Robbott sat nervously in the elegant waiting room of the Evergreen Fertility Institute, her fingers twisting the strap of her worn leather purse. At twenty-eight, she had spent the last three years desperately trying to become a mother, only to watch every attempt crumble. Countless negative pregnancy tests, failed IUIs, two heartbreaking rounds of IVF, and a mountain of debt that had finally forced her to sell her car.Her husband had left eight months ago. He couldn’t handle the constant disappointment anymore, he said. The truth was he had stopped wanting the same future she did. Now it was just Maggie — alone, exhausted, and running out of hope.That was why she had applied to the Evergreen Program.It was an extremely exclusive, invitation-only fertility initiative that promised results where every other clinic had failed. The website was sleek and reassuring, featuring glowing testimonials from women who had finally conceived after years of struggle. The intake process ha
Harper lay on the ruined four-poster bed, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat and her own juices. Her legs were still spread, pussy visibly throbbing and leaking from the relentless ghostly attention she had already received.She let out a weak, hoarse laugh.“You three… are going to kill me. Death by orgasm. I can see the headline now: ‘Skeptical Girl Fucked to Death by Victorian Ghosts. Science Still Has No Explanation.’”Elias hovered above her, his handsome face glowing with dark hunger. “We’re not done with you yet, Harper. Not even close.”Victor’s deep voice rumbled from behind her. “The night is ours. And so are you.”Lucian grinned wickedly as he floated closer. “Time to give you what you really came here for.”Before she could fire back another sassy remark, the three ghosts used their combined power to lift her completely off the bed.Harper gasped as her body rose slowly into the air, hovering several feet above the mattress. Invisible forces held her suspended, legs
Harper lay sprawled in the middle of the massive four-poster bed, chest heaving, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her body. Her tank top was pushed up above her breasts, her shorts and panties were somewhere on the dusty floor, and she could feel her own wetness cooling on her thighs.She let out a shaky, breathless laugh.“Jesus Christ… I came so hard I saw actual stars. And I don’t even believe in you guys. This is some next-level gaslighting.”The three ghostly presences chuckled around her, clearly delighted by her attitude.Elias’s smooth voice whispered against her ear. “You’re even more entertaining than we hoped, Harper. Most girls who come here either run screaming or pass out from fear. You’re mouthing off while dripping all over our sheets.”Victor’s deep, rough voice came from her other side. “And you taste even better than you look. Sweet, needy little thing.”Lucian’s playful tone returned as invisible hands gently stroked her inn
A few hours later the cabin was still dim and quiet. The plane cut through black sky and most of the lights were off. Only the soft gold strips along the floor and the single lamp in the rear suite stayed on.I was in the galley trying to clean up. My legs still felt weak. My pussy throbbed with ev
Emma returned the next afternoon at exactly 3:00 p.m.She had barely slept. All night she had replayed the way Father Michael’s cock had stretched her open, the way his cum had felt flooding her until it overflowed, the way he had whispered that God wanted her filled. She had come three times before
The Lesbian Demon and the NunChapter 1: The Meeting with the DemonFor nine years I’ve kept my body sealed. No one’s hands but mine in those weak moments when I couldn’t sleep and my fingers slipped under the nightshift before guilt yanked them away. No mouth except the cold rim of the chalice a
I knew I should stop it, that I should push him away, that I was not consenting, that I did not want this, but who was I kidding? I’ve had the hots for this alpha since we were kids, and that doesn’t excuse his awful behavior toward me, but the second he slammed that thick cock inside my omega hole







