Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

His chest was painted in cum and spit, slick from sweat, and glistening with the witch’s juices. He lay limp beneath her, thighs trembling, lips parted in disbelief. Two orgasms, back-to-back, harder than anything he’d felt in his life—and yet, his cock refused to soften. It pulsed inside her like it belonged there, thick and swollen, still being milked by every flex of her cunt.She stayed seated on him, her slick heat still wrapped tight around his shaft. Her eyes glowed now, pupils wide with hunger. Her hair was wild, skin flushed and marked with faint runes that shimmered like blood beneath the moonlight. She traced a fingertip across his sternum, cooing like he was a prized beast.“You’re fighting less,” she murmured, dragging her cunt in a slow, teasing circle around his base. “That’s good. The knot will take better that way.”He blinked up at her, throat dry. “The what—?”She snapped her fingers.The vines tightened again—this time around his thighs, spreading him open even fur

Prince Lucian lounged arrogantly on the edge of the marble balcony, the gold filigree of his royal jacket gleaming under the soft glow of candlelight. His emerald eyes shone with mischief, sharp and calculating as they landed on Gideon, his silent, loyal bodyguard, standing rigid just a few steps away, muscles tense beneath his crisp black uniform.Lucian smirked, the kind of smirk that spelled trouble. “You know, Gideon,” he drawled, voice smooth like silk, “I don’t think you appreciate how lucky you are.”The bodyguard’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing, his cold gaze locked on Lucian’s every movement.“Silent, obedient... perfect,” Lucian continued, stepping closer, the distance between them electric. “But I wonder, beneath that steel calm, what you’re really thinking. What you want. You want to break the rules, don’t you?”Gideon’s eyes flickered—just for a moment—but his expression stayed unreadable.Lucian chuckled darkly. “You’ve sucked me dry three times now. Twice yesterday,

She should’ve been screaming.But her mouth stayed parted for another reason.Cora sat curled in the center of the glass cell, naked, glistening, and watched. The walls were seamless and clear, glowing faintly with soft blue light. She didn’t know how long she’d been here. No clocks. No voices. Just silence. And heat. So much heat.They hadn’t touched her. Not yet. But they didn’t need to. The blue aliens watched her like a prize. Massive, towering beings—ten feet tall at least—shaped like men but sculpted for sin. Smooth, muscular bodies that shimmered under the glow of the ship. Skin the color of sapphires bathed in oil. Every movement precise. Measured. Arousing.And their eyes, glowing silver orbs without pupils burned into her skin as they circled her transparent prison.She’d been taken days ago. Or maybe hours. But what haunted her wasn’t the abduction—it was how wet she was. How badly she wanted to be touched. How her thighs stayed sticky with her own arousal, even without a s

The glass shattered like a scream as the third breeder stepped through—towering, muscle stacked on muscle, skin dark as oil slick under the harsh lights, eyes glowing violet like twin sparks of hellfire.And between his legs?A monster.His cock hung heavy and mean, thick enough to split her in two, ridged with rough, swollen bumps that glistened with slime. The knot at the base already throbbed—fat, engorged, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.She was already wrecked. Her pussy stretched wide around one knot, her ass stuffed full with another, every inch of her soaked and twitching, lips parted on gasping breaths, drool trailing from her mouth, but the third didn’t slow down. He didn’t ask. He didn’t care.He was here to own.He dropped between her trembling thighs, grabbed her hips like he meant to break them, and devoured her mouth. His tongue pushed in deep—thick, long, writhing—tasting the mess they’d made of her, tasting them, tasting her, claiming her with a kiss that

My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Just breath. Just need. My chest was heaving, every inch of me tight with pressure, and I was straddling him, bare and aching, thighs shaking from how hard I was trying not to fall apart.I didn’t say yes.But I didn’t move away.And that was all he needed.His fingers sank into my hips, pulled me down, and I felt it—the blunt head of his cock pushing in, stretching me slow and unrelenting. My breath caught sharp in my throat, hands gripping the headboard so hard my knuckles went white.“Fuck—” I gasped, hips twitching.“Yeah,” Derek breathed, voice filthy, almost reverent. “Take it. You can take it.”It felt huge. Too thick, too deep, and I couldn’t stop the sound that ripped out of me when the pressure tipped into pain, into pleasure, into something that scraped the edge of my brain raw.He didn’t pause. Didn’t give me time to think. Just worked me down onto him, inch by inch, until I could feel his cock buried deep, heavy and hot, seated all t