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The Horny Lesbian Demon Pt2

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last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-14 17:03:04

I woke to the sensation of warm silk sliding across my bare skin.

Not sheets—something alive.

Lilithara’s tail had coiled loosely around my waist during the night, the smooth, leathery length resting possessively over my hipbone like a living belt. Her wings were half-draped over us both, creating a cocoon of deep burgundy membrane that filtered the morning light into a soft, bloody glow. Her breasts pressed against my back, nipples already stiff again, dragging gently every time she breathed.
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    The next morning sunlight slices through the half-open blinds in sharp, golden bars across my bedroom floor. I wake slowly, body heavy and deliciously sore in places I didn’t know could ache so sweetly. My thighs stick together when I shift; the sheets are stiff in patches where cum and sweat dried overnight. The air still smells faintly of sex—musk, salt, the sharp bite of lube, and something sweeter underneath, maybe the vanilla body wash Alex uses. My face feels tight, flaky in spots where their loads had painted me before I finally passed out between them.I stretch, wincing at the twinge in my jaw, the dull throb deep in my pussy and the faint, lingering burn in my ass from when Jake had fingered me open again right before we collapsed. My tongue darts out instinctively; I can still taste the ghost of them—bitter-salt, faintly metallic. A low throb starts between my legs just remembering.Downstairs, the kitchen smells like coffee and buttery toast. I pull on an oversized T-shirt

  • Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]   My wildest Fantasy

    The glow of the laptop screen bathes my bedroom in a hazy blue light, the sounds of grunts and moans filling the air as I watch the older man thrust his thick cock deep into the younger one's ass. My thighs clench together, heat pooling between my legs. God, the way that younger guy arches his back, taking every inch like he craves it—it's intoxicating. My fingers slip under my panties, circling my clit before dipping inside my wet pussy, pumping slowly as I imagine myself there, caught between them, submissive and used.I bite my lip, holding myself tight, wishing those two men would turn their attention to me, pin me down and fuck me senseless while I watch them go at each other. My breaths come in short gasps, building toward that edge, my body trembling.“Vivian… what are you doing?” The voice startles me, but I don't pull away. There, in the doorway, stands my stepbrother, Alex, his broad shoulders filling the frame, eyes dark with something hungry. Beside him is his best friend,

  • Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]   Come Dripping On Me pt2

    The silence feels different now—thicker, heavier, like the air itself is holding its breath. Your body is still humming from the last chapter, skin flushed and tacky with dried slick, thighs sticky where they pressed together while you read. The couch (or bed, wherever you ended up) cradles you in the aftermath: legs still parted because I told you to keep them open, cunt still swollen and tender, clit pulsing faintly with every heartbeat like it’s waiting for round two. Your breathing hasn’t quite settled. Every inhale pulls the scent of your own arousal up from between your legs—musky, sweet, obscene.I’m not done talking to you yet.Feel that sentence land low in your belly.The room is dim, maybe just the hallway light spilling in, painting long shadows across your bare thighs. Your nipples are still peaked from earlier pinching, brushing the inside of whatever shirt you threw back on (if you even bothered). Every tiny shift of fabric against them sends a fresh spark straight down

  • Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]   Come dripping on me

    No one’s home.Just you. Me. This empty house. The hum of the fridge in the kitchen. The faint tick of that stupid wall clock in the hallway. And the sound of your own breathing getting louder the longer you sit there pretending you’re not already wet.Why are your legs still pressed together like that?You think I can’t tell? The way your thighs keep flexing, rubbing just enough friction through your panties to make your clit throb without actually giving you what you want. Cute. But unnecessary.Open them.Right now.Spread your knees wide. Wider. Until the cool air hits the damp cotton between your legs and you feel exposed even though no one else is watching. Only me. Only my voice in your head telling you exactly how this is going to go.Good girl.Now look down.See how your skirt’s already ridden up? How the fabric’s bunched at the tops of your thighs, showing the little wet spot darkening your underwear? Don’t touch yet. Just look. Stare at it like it’s proof you’re already mi

  • Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]   Omega Boy and His Alphas pt3

    I wake up drowning in them.Not water. Not sweat. Just… them. Thorne’s arm is a heavy beam across my ribs, pinning me to the furs like I might float away if he lets go. Ryk’s leg is thrown over both of mine, his cock—still half-hard, always half-hard—pressed hot and sticky against the small of my back. Their scents have soaked so deep into my skin I can taste pine and iron and musk every time I swallow. My throat clicks, raw from yesterday. My hole throbs with a dull, satisfied ache that pulses every time I shift. I’m full. Still full. Their cum hasn’t all leaked out yet; every tiny movement makes more slip free, warm and thick, coating the insides of my thighs.I try to stay still. I really do. But my body betrays me—nipples tightening, cock twitching against my belly, a fresh gush of slick trickling out around the swollen rim they stretched for hours. A tiny whimper escapes before I can choke it back.Thorne’s growl vibrates through my spine. “Awake already, pup?”His voice is grave

  • Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]   Omega boy and his Alphas pt2

    The first pale streaks of dawn had barely crept through the narrow windows of the den when I stirred between the heavy, muscled bodies of Thorne and Ryk. My limbs felt liquid, heavy with the remnants of a night spent in endless surrender. Every inch of me ached sweetly—throat raw, hole swollen and tender, skin marked with bruises shaped like their fingerprints and the faint red imprints of teeth. Cum had dried in flaky patches across my chest, belly, and inner thighs, mingling with fresh leaks still seeping from where their knots had stretched me beyond reason.I whimpered softly, shifting, only for Thorne's thick arm to tighten around my waist like an iron band."Easy, pup," he murmured, voice sleep-rough and low. His cock—still half-hard even in rest—nudged insistently against the cleft of my ass, smearing more slick and spend. "You're not going anywhere."Ryk's scarred hand slid up my chest from the other side, cupping my throat possessively. "Morning breath and morning wood. Perfe

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