LOGIN~Malachi's point of view~
My cock's precum slips from it's crown at the thought of fucking Zendaya from behind. I can't think straight now that I finally have my little Zee squirming before me. On this counter. In my mouth. I've had lots of sexy, plenty of bodies, uncountable pretty faces but what I don't really know is why nothing or no one ever hits like her. Nothing ever struck. I haven't tasted her in years and my hand shivers as I picture how she will react when my cock enters her fully. Fuck, I can't wait, especially now that I know she's ready to take me whole. She has always been my addiction. My drug. I'm so obsessed with my little Zee that in those three years of being away from her, I felt I could die at any moment. And now, I'm close to her, I could finally breathe in air, that refreshing air that's filled with life. I longed for my filthy little girl who used to write me letters she never thought I'd read and even memorized again and again. I love how mature she has become now. Like a full grown, independent lady. I watch her with pride. Those pretty rosy hard buds of her breasts jut out from the perky mounds. Her pussy hole is a beautiful sight to behold. Blood rushes south, my cock hardens to the point that I start to feel a throbbing pain as she widens her legs, inviting me in. I grip the back of my wet shirt, pull it off my body and toss it to the floor. My eyes never leave her glorious body for once. I approach her, stroking my length vigorously. "I see you've gotten so naughty, sugar." I watch her as she parts her pussy lips with her wandering finger. She was too horny to even reply to what I just said. I smirk. She fingers herself for a few more minutes while I stand by and watch her. I chuckle darkly when I hear her frustrated cry. She turns to me. "Please fuck me." She whines. I close my eyes briefly, remembering the days I stood under the shower, stroking my cock while calling out her name desperately and now, now she was here right in front of me, in the position I've once fantasized about. "How long I have waited for this day when you will say those words to me, baby." I stride forward slowly, building the tension that I know had a fucking effect on her. "Pleaseee! " She begged. I step behind her, gripping tightly to her waist. She breathes in when she feels my hand snaking its way towards her breast. I cup it, tweaking her nipple with a quick pinch. She moans, pushing her ass into my thick erection and that movement was enough to shatter me. But I still try to hold on, she won't get what she so desperately needs now. I grind my cock against her ass cheek. She widens her legs, propping her pretty bum half way for easier access. She's making it harder for me not to take her right here and now. Unexpectedly, my hardened cock as if it had a mind of its own betrayed me into putting the tip of its crown into her entrance. Her moans make my member harden some more and the pain I feel down there starts becoming unbearable. I don't think I could take it anymore. Slowly, I enter her, kissing her ass cheek so she doesn't really feel the pain of my large cock. "I'm gonna make you cum so many times you never need that pathetic toy again, you will need a real cock. My cock. Only mine." She cums at my words. God damn. She is so fucking responsive. She shudders, panting. "I wouldn't think of it if.. if you've always been here with me." Sadness slows my act. "Please.. please don't stop." She begs. I continue thrusting inside her because of the desperate pleading in her voice. "I will never leave again, Zee. Come what may." I promise, crossing my heart with the determination of keeping to my promise this time. I pull my cock out and she lets out a sad whimper. Quickly, I turn her over so I could see her beautiful face as she takes my cock whole. She didn't expect my sudden change of position nor was she ready for me when I push into her. I make short little thrusts, only pulling back a couple of inches and pushing forward quickly till I'm buried to the hilt. Her nails claw at the counter made of wood. "Ma-lachi!" She moans my name. All my fucking imaginations are becoming a reality. I've longed to hear her say my name with her voice filled with pleasure. Her pussy tightens, flattering almost like she's ready to come again. I let go of her breast to wrap a hand around her throat and pull her against me, the other hand making a quick flick of her clit. I loved the look on her face when she shattered, her cunt pulsating on my cock in short sessions, and I groan. "You are one of a kind," I whisper against her temple. "And I love it when you come so beautifully." She tries catching her breath before saying, "Meadows, I've missed this." I twitch inside her. "Yeah, baby. Me too. You like my cock, don't you?" She doesn't move or say anything for a moment before slowly nodding. Her eyes closed. "Hmmm, that's my good girl." I skim my nose down her face and tilt her head towards me. "Open your beauty eyes, Zee." She obeys and the heated passion that reflects in them makes my member enlarge in her. She gasps, her bright eyes blinking up at me. "You want me to fuck you with my big monster?" I say against her lips. She nods. "No, Zee. Use your words." "Yes!" She breathes out with that raspy voice that had a very great effect on me. "Yes, what?" I continue to tease. Her nostrils flare, and her pussy throbs. "Yes, please. Fuck me with you large monster..please." I press a single harsh kiss on her pleading lips and her tongue licks it as if savoring my taste. The sight of that small, pink tongue of hers gets me turned on that I couldn't help but slam back into her. "Oh, my god!" She cries, her eyes rolling back. I growl, thrusting into her faster as her pussy tightens with another orgasm. "Thank you. Thank you." She begins to chant, and I kiss her again. She explodes, squeezing down on my cock. I pause for sometime, waiting for her muscles to relax so I can move again. One thing I love about my little Zee is the fact that she's so damn responsive. She's so triggered by everything. Even the slightest touch. And I never want to stop touching her. This..this is addicting. I smile, kissing the side of her flushed face. "I forgot to count how many times you've cum. Did you?" She shakes her head, "No more, Malachi. I've never been this—" I thrust, picking up my pace again in order to shut her up. So glad it worked. My hard length drags against her battered walls, I can feel every inch of her tight warmth. Her pussy fit my cock as if it was molded for me. She's mine. I hear her moan, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Please, please. Come inside me." I grunt, slamming deeper into her. "Oh, fuck, Zee. If you keep saying words like that, it will be harder for me to stop." I want to. I so much want to fill my little filthy girl's pussy with my hot cum, flood it so deeply that she will leak for days. "Okay? You really want my cum, my good girl?" She nods so quickly, pushing her ass into me. "Yes, yes, Malachi. I need your seeds." Fuck, fuck! The way she phrased it, the hot pleasure in her eyes made it all sound as if I could knock her up. My cock swells with the thought of her belly bulging with my child. My little wolf. I roar as my release shoots inside her, coating her cervix. I carry her to the couch in her bakery and then lean against her back as I cum down from the high. My half-hard dick was still housing deep inside my sweet girl's pussy. I didn't want to disconnect yet. I still want a part of me to be connected to her. My hand drifts to her flat-toned stomach. "When you said you wanted my seeds inside you..did you mean it?" Her breathing and the pounding of her heartbeat is all I hear. Her cheeks flush, and she nods. "Yes, love. I meant every word." Love. My wolf and heart take turns to leap in joy. I kiss her neck and she squirms. So damn responsive. "I want you to know that I didn't cheat on you." I say, trying to make her understand. "I was threatened by my nemesis, Nathaniel, your ex-boyfriend." She made to turn and look at me but I held her down, not wanting to disconnect yet. "Nathaniel?" She asks. "Yes, he needed something I had and when I refused to give in to his demand, he threatened me with the most precious person in my life. You." I kiss her earlobe. "When I finally agreed to give into his demand because I didn't want anyone to touch you, he went ahead to add another demand. Saying that I should break up with you and I didn't know his mind was so crafty until he told me to feign lying with Bella and make you think I really cheated." Silence fell and the soft pouring of rain on the roof was all I could hear. "I'm sorry," she apologizes, and I kiss her again. "No, baby. I should be the one saying that. I was a coward not to come back to you again. I didn't want my enemies to perceive you as my weakness and try to find a way to…to kill you. So I left for my pack. And there, I was made the Alpha." "Seriously?!" She exclaimed. "Yes, and so I ask again, Zendaya Lightwood, would you really take in all my seeds without you using birth control later." "Hmmm, now you've broken it down, I don't think..." She paused and my breath hitched. Will she say no? I know all I've just said wasn't convincing enough for her to trust me again, and I will really understand if she still doesn't believe in me. But if she says no to me, I might really shatter this time. My hand on her stomach trembles. The beating of my heart reminds me that if she answers negatively, I will never remain the same again. I swallow. She continues. "I don't think I would want to be apart from you again, Meadows. So yes, I want to carry what's yours in me." I exhale heavily, a smile etching on my face. This girl. She knows how much that suspense could've done to me. It could've killed me. My cock perks up at her words, and I growl. Suddenly, my body is on top of her. "You cocky girl," She laughs, mischief evident in her eyes. "I'm gonna breed you everyday until you're swollen with my child. I will stuff you full to the point that you will never forget that your pussy belongs to this Alpha. My Luna." Her eyes are bright with that light I've only seen in hers. "And I can't wait to see little alphas and lunas running around my bakery, My alpha.”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







