LOGINZendaya~~
"I will forgive you." My bottom lip trembles. "Only if you make me cum." I point to my bag where the fake cock could be seen. "It has helped me for the past three years but it doesn't stop the ache I always feel. It hurts so much. I've missed you deep inside me, Malacia. You don't know how much I have." He stared at me, licking his lips. "I would say the same too, Zee. I searched the entire New York just to find you, but fate was against me all the time. I've always craved your touch every fucking night, and never did I gave up on my search. I'm so sorry for..." Tears gather again. "Please stop talking and relieve me of this fucking ache, pleaseee.." I reach down, tugging at his belt before I carefully peel the hem of his trousers. Thanks to the torchlight of his phones still on, I was able to see his huge budge. I smile excitedly. It's been so fucking long. He stood still as I set the waistband of his trouser under his balls. I didn't care any less as the trouser peeled down his legs onto the floor. His ragged breathing above me made me grin. It was enough to let me know that I was doing the right thing. His cock hardens under my hands and I give it some time to get ready while I tie my hair to a ponytail. I kneel down, staring at the crown of his cock greedily. Leaning forward, without using my hands yet, I suck its head with my mouth. My eyes roll back at the salty taste, and my pussy throbs. I keep doing that for some seconds and the more I sucked it the larger his cock became. I couldn't take it any more. I took it in my small hands, trying to wrap my hands at the base of his shaft but as expected, my hands didn't make it all the way round. I grin, looking up at him with my eyes. "Fuck, baby!!" He groaned. "Don't look at me with those eyes." I lick at his crown, stroking up and down softly as I bring him to full arousal. I loved the way he ran his hand through his hair. I know I was driving him crazy. These three years wasn't spent on just crying, I used it to build myself, to know how to fuck pretty good. How to make a man moan your name, to lose control. I was done being the good girl I once was. The girl who didn't do stuff like this. Who knew nothing about this part of life. Another soft groan slips out of his throat, and my pussy clenches. I keep stroking up and down, my eyes still locked to his. "That's enough, Zee." He says as he stands me up, and before I know it, my panties are off my body. He puts my bum on the counter and without any heads up, he pushes a finger at my entrance. I gasp at the first touch of his fingertips in me after what feels like forever. I lean back on the counter, my pussy now in full view. The expression on his face was priceless. I was glad that I'm able to see this expression again. It was filled with desire, filled with lust just for me. He rubs gently, fingers teasing at my hole as he gathers my wetness. His stare is intense as he watches himself play with my pussy. He shifts his body closer to mine, and brings his phone that lay beside me on the counter. I didn't know how that got there nor do I care. I was wondering what he was going to do with it. He uses his other hand to open my puffy lips and expose my swollen clit to the phone's light. His breath catches. "What?" I ask, peering down. He looks up at me with a gaze that was darker than before. I felt the urge to rub my pussy together in order to create friction between my thighs. "Such pretty pussy, Zee, just like I remembered." I blush, settling back into the counter. "Please, don't be gentle, Malachia." I beg, my voice pleading. "I want you to fuck me senseless." "Mmmm." He hums, ignoring my pleads as his attention returns back to his sinful hands. His thumb circles my pussy as he finally pushes two fingers into me. "Ohh, gods.." I moan, wriggling my hips. "Shhh, sugar. Even the thunder isn't as loud as you sound." He says hoarsely. I can bet he has that wicked grin on his face now. His fingers move leisurely, but I'm such a horny freak that each finger he pushes loudly squelches my juices all over his fingers. "Does it feel good, Zendaya?" He rasp, pushing a third finger in, fucking me with them faster and faster. "Arghhh," is all I manage to say. How could my damn brain form words when I was in this kind of situation? Suddenly, I feel his hot breath between my open legs. It fans my pussy lips and I could feel more of my juices spilling out. "We can't let all these go to waste, can we?" I try raising my head up to see what he was gonna do next but I wasn't successful. My vision darkens when I feel his lips on my pussy. He moans between my legs, sucking my hole to the point that I forgot how to breathe. "Oh, god.. oh, goddd!" I exclaim as he kept doing pleasurable things to me with his tongue. I've never been sucked down there, never really thought it would feel this.. this pleasurable. "You're so hot and wet that your delicious juices keep spilling out." His tongue teases me running across my bud and I thrash my body on the counter but he holds my hips still with his firm hands. This feeling is something I never thought I would experience. "Take off your bra. I want to watch you play with yourself from beneath your legs." He commands. And fuck, I obey. I rock my hips up, trying so hard to chase that release that seems to be close but not quite there. "Show me those beautiful tits that I haven't seen in a long while, Zendaya." He snaps at me, and my shaky hands pull off my crop top and I try for some seconds to unhook my bra. It doesn't budge. "Don't waste any more second. I want to view those milky tits from down here." Finally, my bra unhooks behind me and I slowly pull it off. Cupping my heavy breasts, I turn to see his eyes change, filled with the darkest desire I've ever seen since tonight. "You've become so full, Zendaya. Look at those beauties." His eyes heated as he stares. "Now, do me a favour and pleasure yourself. I want to hear your moans, Zendaya." I touched my sensitive nipples, a little moan escaped my lips, followed by another and another before it intensifies as I no longer squeeze them gently. His hand slides over my belly to push my hands away. He cups my breast himself. His sense organs use my body to learn how to multitask. One sense organ touches, feels and pinches my nipples while the other sucks my pussy bud making me cry out loud. He moans, fucking me with his mouth and lips. His tongue goes in and out of my pussy hole. Blood shots up to my brain. "Arrghh, Malachia." I moaned out his name, arching my back. His mouth leaves me suddenly. I exhale and inhale heavily. Looking at him with a questioning gaze. "What's wrong?" I whisper out of breath. But what I didn't expect was for him to turn my bum to his face. I gasp, suddenly filled with excitement. Is he gonna fuck me from behind?!The SUV pulled up to the grand stone gates of the Alpha's palace just as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in bloody reds and oranges. Aaron's compound sprawled across the hilltop like a fortress, all towering walls and howling winds that carried the scent of wild wolves. Astrid's heart thumped hard as the guards—big, scarred betas with glowing eyes—waved them through. This was her dad's domain, the heart of the eastern pack, where alphas ruled with iron fists and full moons brought out the beast in everyone. Elena parked near the main entrance, killing the engine with a sigh. "Home sweet chaos," she muttered, grabbing a bag. Marcus stretched in the back, his eyes lingering on Astrid's flushed cheeks. The drive had left them both sticky with secrets—cum dried on her thighs, his scent clinging to her skin like a brand. Astrid smoothed her skirt, avoiding his gaze, but the ache between her legs hadn't faded. Aaron waited on the steps, a massive figure in his mid-forties, silver str
The old SUV rumbled along the winding highway, cutting through thick pine forests that bordered the pack lands. Astrid shifted in the back seat, her short denim skirt riding up her thighs, the summer heat making her skin sticky. At nineteen, she was all curves and fire—long dark hair tied in a ponytail, green eyes that mirrored her father's wild side, and a body that turned heads in the pack village. But today, those eyes kept flicking to the man beside her: her stepfather, Marcus. Tall, broad-shouldered, with rough hands from years of construction work and a jaw that could cut glass, he was the one who'd married her mom after the divorce from the Alpha. Forbidden thoughts had simmered between them for months—stolen glances, accidental brushes that lingered too long. Now, crammed in this tiny car for the eight-hour drive to visit her real dad, the Alpha of the eastern pack, everything felt charged, like lightning waiting to strike. Up front, her mom, Elena, gripped the wheel, her blo
He pulled out, cock shiny with spit, and stalked to the door naked. Lydia scrambled up, grabbing a robe from a chair, her heart racing. Through the window, she saw shadows—three figures in cloaks, chanting low. Witch hunters, drawn by the magic burst. Ragnar burst out the door with a roar, claws out. The fight was brutal. He slashed one across the chest, blood spraying. Another threw a spell, blue light hitting his side, burning fur. He howled in pain, tackling the guy, fangs ripping throat. The third ran a knife at his back, but Lydia—bond fueling her—leaped out, her fangs bared. She bit the hunter's neck, sucking deep, his blood hot and coppery. Strength surged deep inside; the bond made her fast, strong. Together, they finished it. Ragnar snapped the last neck, their bodies crumpling in the mud. He turned to her, blood on his face, cock still hard. "You fought like a wolf. Bond's working." But drama lingered—pain from the spell burned his side, and Lydia felt it too, like fire
Pleasure starts small—a whisper beneath the skin, a low pulse. It’s the warmth that spreads when someone’s gaze lingers too long, or the ache that grows when a voice dips into something soft, dangerous, promising. STORY 3: Kissed by Midnight Part 1 Lydia had always kept to herself, tucked away in the shadows of her old Victorian manor. The place was her world—a massive library filled with books that whispered secrets from long ago. At two hundred and fifty years old, she was a vampire who hated the spotlight. Her skin was pale as moonlight, her eyes a deep red hidden behind big, round glasses. She wore long skirts and buttoned-up blouses, anything to avoid drawing eyes. Shy? Yeah, that was her. The thought of talking to strangers made her stomach twist, and the hunger for blood? She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of
The sun hung low in the sky as Keidō pushed through the palace gates, his body still sore from the fight and the wild fuck with Celeste in the glade. Dust and blood caked his clothes, but his mind was fixed on one thing: getting back to Eliara. His Luna. The woman he'd left burning in heat while he chased rogues through the woods. Guilt gnawed at him, mixed with the fresh memory of Celeste's tight pussy gripping his cock. He shook it off, striding down the stone corridors with purpose. Servants scattered out of his way, their eyes downcast, whispering about the alpha's return. His chambers were at the end of the hall, the heavy door carved with wolf motifs. Keidō shoved it open, the familiar scent hitting him first—warm furs, polished wood, and then... something thicker. Sex. Thick and heavy, like sweat and cum soaked into the air. Eliara's smell, that sweet-savory tang of her after a good pounding, filled the room. His cock stirred despite the exhaustion, imagining her writhing on
The grand halls of the palace echoed with chaos as the rogues breached the outer walls. Howls pierced the night, a savage symphony of intruders hungry for dominance. Keidō, the alpha of the pack, stood tall in the throne room, his muscular frame rippling under his torn shirt. His dark eyes burned with feral intensity, claws extended from his fingertips as he assessed the threat. Beside him, Celeste, the mate of his trusted beta, gripped a silver dagger, her lithe body tense and ready. She wasn't a warrior by trade, but the fire in her veins matched any fighter's. The first rogue lunged through the shattered doors, a hulking beast with matted fur and yellowed fangs. Keidō met him head-on, slamming his fist into the intruder's jaw with a crack that reverberated off the marble floors. "You dare invade my home?" Keidō snarled, his voice a deep rumble that shook the air. The rogue staggered but swung back, claws raking across Keidō's chest, drawing thin lines of blood. Celeste didn't h







