MasukChapter 2The aftershocks are still ripping through me, my pussy clenching and fluttering around Wren’s thick cock like it’s trying to milk every last drop from him. My body is wrecked trembling, oversensitive, dripping with sweat and our combined juices. I can barely catch my breath, chest heaving, when his grip on my hips tightens again. Those long, strong fingers dig into my soft flesh with renewed hunger.He doesn’t pull out. He stays buried to the hilt, stretching me open, the heavy throb of his cock a constant, overwhelming reminder that I’m completely full of him.“Ride me, Lila,” he commands, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. “Show me the desperate little mortal who wandered into my ring. Fuck me like your freedom depends on it…. well because it does.”My thighs shake. Every muscle feels liquid, used up from the brutal way he just fucked me. Part of me wants to beg for a moment to recover, to let the burning ache between my legs settle. But the glowing brand o
Chapter 1 Chapter 1The moss squelches under my sneakers, wet, It’s a wet nasty sound that cuts through the silence of the woods. I never should’ve followed the path this deep. My phone died miles back, and now the trees feel like they’re closing in on me, The air smells strange and sharp like wet soil mixed with crushed mint that burns my nose.Then I see it: a perfect ring of glowing toadstools shining with soft, eerie light. My heart slams against my ribs, but my feet keep moving like someone else is controlling them. The moment I step over the mushrooms, the world beneath me disappears.I’m suddenly standing on polished black stone that mirrors a swirling violet-and-black sky. It’s suddenly so cold, cutting straight through my jacket.“Well, well… a lost little bird.”The voice is low, smoky, and sounds very dangerous. I whirl around and nearly fall. He’s leaning against a throne of twisted black iron. Wren. I've heard tales about him, I know exactly what he is: the Unseelie
Chapter 5 Wife’s PovThe words hang in the air like a threat sentence. "My turn." My designer trousers are already damp, my pussy throbbing with a sick, twisted need that makes my stomach clench. I look at Marcus. He looks so pathetic, trembling, his cock limp against his thigh and then at Kayla, smirking on the bed like she's won something."You think this is a game?" I snarl, stepping forward until my heels press into the discarded silk of Kayla's robe. "You think you can fuck my husband in our bed….well, not our bed, but still. and just walk away?" My hand shoots out, grabbing Kayla's throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen. "On your knees. Now."Kayla's smirk falters for a second, but she complies, sliding off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Good. I like that she knows when to submit. Marcus tries to shrink away, but I grab his hair, yanking his head back. "And you, you don't get to move. You're going to be my little toy tonight. My weapon."I shove Marcus towar
Chapter 4He whimpers, trying to cover himself, but I slap his hands away.“See this, Eleanor?” I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke him slowly, base to tip. Marcus moans loud, hips jerking up into my fist. “This is what he turns into for me. A desperate, leaking slut who’ll ruin his whole life just to get fucked.”Eleanor’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips. Her eyes are locked on his cock as I pump him. “He’s never… never like this with me.”“Because you don’t know how to break him,” I say, voice dripping with mock sympathy. I climb onto the bed and straddle Marcus’s hips, rubbing my soaked pussy along his length. “He doesn’t want gentle. He wants to be used. Ruined. He wants to cry.”Marcus’s hands fly to my thighs, gripping hard. “Kayla… fuck…”I sink down onto him in one long, smooth motion, taking every inch. We both groan…loud, raw, filthy. He stretches me perfectly, still slick from before. I start riding him hard, rolling my hips in deep, punishing circles.“Look a
Chapter 3The phone buzzes again on the nightstand in my bedroom. Marcus is still curled up on my sheets like a broken man, his skin shiny with sweat, tear tracks streaking his flushed cheeks. Our mixed juices glisten on his softening cock and thighs. He looks wrecked. Beautifully wrecked though.“Look at you,” I purr, dragging my nails lightly over the damp sheets beside his hip. “All shaky and pathetic. Your wife is blowing up your phone, Marcus. Want me to read her text out loud?”He buries his face deeper into the pillow, voice muffled and desperate. “No… Kayla, please. Just let me”I snatch the phone anyway, swiping it open with a wicked little smile. Eleanor’s message hits like a slap: “I’m coming over. Don’t you dare leave.”A slow, hungry grin spreads across my face. “Oh, honey. The queen herself is on her way. Better clean up quick. Wouldn’t want her seeing what a filthy mess you’ve made of yourself… and my bed.”Marcus’s eyes go wide with fresh panic. He starts to scramble
Chapter 2The phone buzzes sharply again on the nightstand, slicing through the heavy, sex-soaked silence. Marcus goes rigid under me, his spent cock still buried deep inside my pussy, twitching with the aftershocks. His eyes snap to the screen again and it’s Eleanor’s name of course…glowing in the dark. Sweat beads fresh on his forehead, and I feel his heart hammering against my palm where it rests on his chest.I smile, slow and wicked, tracing lazy circles on his skin with my nails. “You gonna get that, Professor?” I purr against his neck, my voice still husky from coming so hard. “Or should I?”He shakes his head fast, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Kayla, no please don’t!”Too late. I slide off him deliberately, letting his cum drip warm and sticky down my inner thighs. The silk robe slips open completely as I stand, cool air kissing my naked skin. I stretch my back arching, tits pushing forward while he watches, helpless while the phone keeps buzzing.I snatch it up and answer, lock
Chapter 3I should fight. But my body is on fire, my mind fogged with need. When his fingers pull free, I whimper at the loss, my hips lifting instinctively.The blunt head of his cock presses against my ass, the stretch immediate and burning. I was tense, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts
Chapter 4The moment the last witch’s fingers slip from Cole’s spent body, the chamber door slams shut behind them, the echo of their laughter still clinging to the damp air. He lies sprawled on the cold stone floor, his chest heaving, his cock is still twitching from the forced orgasm, his thighs
The dungeon door creaks open with a slow groan, the hinges protesting under the weight of the six witches as they come into the chamber. Their laughter is sharp, and mocking, their fingers already toying with the straps of their leather harnesses, the buckles of their cuffs and the metal of their
Chapter 7Damian stood before me, his dark eyes burning with a mix of lust and need, I was pressed against the confessional booth, the wood rough against my bare back, the rosary beads biting into my wrists as he bound me tightly. The veil that I wore around my face now pooled at my feet, leaving







