Mag-log inSloane’s POV “Vital signs are steady. You are cleared for the session,” the medic said, peeling the last sensor from my arm.I nodded and stepped out of the exam bay. The lubrication station waited next. Thick, scentless gel warmed between my fingers as I worked it into myself, slow and thorough, the same way I had prepped for every silicone prototype. Soft restraints hung on the wall. I left them there. Positioning only, they had said. I wanted my hands free for this.The handler opened the chamber door. Heat rolled out first, heavy and dry, carrying the thick musk of scales and arousal. He was larger up close than the glass had shown. Dark scales caught the overhead lights. The cock hanging between his thighs already stood half-hard, spines along the upper shaft flexing with each slow breath. The silicone version sat on a side table exactly as promised, cool and motionless.“You may approach,” the handler said from the doorway. “He knows the protocol. Safeword stops everything.”I
Content Warning: Explicit sex, monster partners (dragon, tentacles, bull, chimera), extreme size difference, detailed penetration, internal cum, first-person tester POV. All characters are consenting adults. Sloane’s Pov.“You wanted to see me?” I asked as I stepped into the supervisor’s office, the door clicking shut behind me.She looked up from her desk and gestured to the chair across from her. “Sit down. We need to talk about your next assignment.”I sat. The usual sample trays were missing. No new silicone knots or ridged shafts waiting for my notes. Instead she slid a thick folder toward me. “Open it.”I did. Photographs stared back at me. Biometric charts. Close-ups of flesh that was not rubber. A dark-scaled cock longer than my forearm, spines that looked flexible, a base that swelled thick enough to lock someone in place for hours. Another image showed a multi-limbed mass of slick, tapered arms. A third captured a heavy-hung bull hybrid with a knot the size of my fist. Ever
Ava.“Wear a skirt next time. Nothing underneath. I want easy access when I text you.”Knox’s message arrived while I stood at the stove stirring pasta sauce, the same sauce Noah had bragged about to him. My phone buzzed again before I could answer.“And stop pretending you regret last night. Your cunt is still full of me and you know it.”Heat flooded my face. I locked the screen and set the phone face down on the counter. Noah was in the living room setting up the television for film review. Knox would walk through my front door in less than twenty minutes. The same man who had bent me over a weight bench hours earlier and filled me until I leaked was about to sit at my kitchen table like a trusted coach and family friend.I should have canceled. Instead I texted back one word.“Okay.”The knock came exactly on time. Noah opened the door with a grin. “Coach. Come in. Mom’s almost done.”Knox stepped inside carrying a laptop bag and a quiet, controlled energy that made the air in my
Ava.“Stay after. Weight room. Door stays unlocked this time.”Knox’s text lit up my phone while I sat in the bleachers watching Noah run drills. My pulse jumped so hard I had to press my thighs together. I typed back before I could stop myself.“This is reckless.”His reply came in under ten seconds. “You like reckless. Be there.”I told Noah I needed to talk to Coach about the upcoming tournament schedule. He just nodded, already packing his bag with two teammates, completely trusting. The same trust that made my stomach twist with fresh guilt. Three years since my husband died and I had built our life around being the steady parent. The one who never slipped. Now I was slipping on purpose.The weight room smelled like iron and rubber and the faint leftover heat of teenage sweat. Knox was already inside, leaning against a bench press station, arms crossed over his chest. The gray shirt he wore clung to every hard line of muscle. His eyes tracked me the second the door swung shut.“Y
Ava.“You should not be here this late, Ava.”Knox Rivera’s voice filled the empty locker room the moment I stepped inside. Low. Controlled. The kind of voice that made my stomach tighten even before I looked at him.I closed the door behind me and leaned against it for a second longer than I needed to. “Noah forgot his phone in the team bag. He asked me to grab it.”Knox stood by the far row of lockers, still in his black coaching shorts and a sweat-damp gray shirt that clung to his chest. Thirty-nine. Broad shoulders. Dark hair cut short. The same man who had coached my son for two seasons and somehow become the only adult male presence that felt steady after my husband died. Three years of quiet grief. Three years of focusing only on Noah. Three years of telling myself the heat I felt whenever Knox looked at me was just loneliness wearing a new face.It was not just loneliness anymore.He turned fully toward me. The fluorescent lights caught the sheen of sweat on his collarbone. “P
Lila’s POV “On the table. Face up. Legs spread wide.”The owner’s command left no space to hesitate. Kane and Dominic lifted me onto the low padded table in the center of the private lounge. Soft leather under my back. My robe was stripped away again. Cool air touched every sticky place on my skin.Restraints clicked around my wrists and ankles, locking me open. A row of men stood in a loose circle. Some already hard. Some stroking slowly while they stared at the cum still leaking from my pussy and ass. Candles burned on a side table. Metal clamps glinted beside them. A thick, ridged toy rested next to a bottle of oil.Dominic leaned over me, voice low. “You’re going to take every one of them. Look at their faces while they use you.”The first man stepped between my thighs. Older. Expensive watch still on his wrist. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess coating my folds, then pushed in deep. My body accepted him easier now, still stretched from earlier. He fucked me in stea
CIARA'S POV Just when I'm still looking around the dark room and regretting my stupid impulse, he undoes his tie, tossing it aside together with his suit jacket. He strides towards me. He surprises me by sliding one rough palm up my bare thigh fingers trailing until his fingers reach the drench
CIARA'S POV I could tell it was my husband from the way he tilted his head and sharp blue eyes peeked out through the mask and stared intensely at me from across the crowded hall like he wanted to drag me into the nearest dark corner and fuck me against the wall until I forgot my own name. I
CAIN'S POV I walked toward Ciara, but Simon quickly intercepted, running his hands all over her body and inquiring if she'd be okay. I step back. I had greeted my dad earlier and my mother wasn't even there. I think I'm done with this party too. I head downstairs to the first floor—still crowd
CAIN POV From the distance where I'm sitting, I watch Ciara tug a stray red lock behind her ears— the same nervous habit she had seven years ago. Some things about her never changed, not even after marrying my brother. She forces a fake smile as she bends to greet the guests, offering me an e







