บททั้งหมดของ FREAKY AFTER DARK : Paranormal erotica collection : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 11 : Riana's POV Beta's knot finally softened, sliding out with a slow, wet glide that made me whimper. Thick, warm cum spilled from my pussy in lazy rivulets, coating my thighs and dripping onto the cool forest floor. Gamma lifted me off his cock next, his length leaving my ass with a slick pop, more seed trickling free. My legs buckled, and I sank to my hands and knees as my body trembled from the afterglow. Every nerve hummed with supernatural heat and the rut moon's pull, their pheromones were heavily thick in the air like a drug, making my skin tingle and my core ache for more, it was unlike anything I've ever experienced."Look at her dripping," a voice rumbled, low and appreciative. "Alpha, Beta, and Gamma's essence all mingled inside our new mate."I lifted my head, breath coming in soft pants. Four more pack members circled closer now, their humanoid forms glowing faintly under the firelight, similar broad chests, corded muscles, claws glinting and eyes shimmerin

CHAPTER 13 : Dr. Zara Kaine's POV NAGA VENOM COIL“This is Zara Kaine, expedition log day fourteen. I’ve found it.”I angled my phone to capture the vine-choked stone entrance. Hawaii wasn’t supposed to hide pre-colonial temples this deep in the rainforest, especially temples with no records, no legends or anything. Yet here it was: moss-slick basalt carved with serpents twining around human forms in poses that looked far too intimate for mere worship.My career had been built on impossible discoveries, it's safe to say I thrived on the places no one else dared go and this ruin right here would rewrite everything for my career.I shouldered my pack and stepped inside where cool air washed over sweat-damp skin, dropping the temperature twenty degrees in seconds. My flashlight beam danced across dark walls etched with more coiled serpents, some wrapping lovers, others devouring them. The air smelled of wet stone and something older than the usual smell associated with places like thi

CHAPTER 15 ; Rowan's POVFAE COURT'S INDULGENCE"Okay followers, this is either going to be the coolest content I've ever posted or proof I've completely lost it."I held my phone up, face lit by the screen glow and floating lights in the forest ahead. Blue and gold and green, dancing between the trees like they wanted me to follow.Two million followers meant I couldn't just post the same boring shit everyone else did. I needed something unique. I needed viral and glowing lights in the Oregon forest at midnight definitely qualified."I'm following them. If I die, tell my mom I love her and someone please delete my browser history."I started walking, following the drifting lights deeper into the trees, always just out of reach. My phone signal dropped to nothing but the camera still worked. Good enough… I can post later.. Sounds drifted through the trees like music but they were not normal music; there was no bass or drums or electronic beats. This was more of strings, flutes and vo

Chapter 17 : Rowan’s POV I rolled onto my back in the cool, dew-kissed grass, chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. Every single one of my muscles quivered with aftershocks, Cum leaked from both holes in slow, warm rivulets while Kaelen’s thick seed still pulsed faintly inside my pussy, Thorne’s ridged release slicking my ass, Shade’s cool, shadowy essence coating my throat and chin. The glowing runes on my shoulders and lower back throbbed like living heartbeats, silver-violet lines that shimmered brighter with each heartbeat, sending tiny sparks of pleasure straight to my swollen clit.All three of them loomed above me. Kaelen’s stained-glass wings half-unfurled, catching the moonlight in fractured rainbows. Thorne’s thorn-wreathed hair wild, green-tinted skin glistening with sweat. Shade’s shadows curled lazily around his ankles like living smoke, his dark eyes gleaming with something almost tender.“She took us beautifully,” Kaelen murmured, voice still rough from his own

Chapter 19: Elara's POV I didn't believe him because honestly, Dragons? Shifters? We all know that's bullshit. He was probably some eccentric squatter with a skin condition and a flair for drama. But he'd agreed to leave after the storm, so I let it slide for now. I spent the afternoon unpacking, trying to ignore the unnatural warmth seeping from upstairs. The cabin stayed sweltering despite the blizzard raging outside, snow piling against the windows in thick drifts. Wind howled like a beast, but inside, sweat beaded on my skin. I stripped down to a tank top and shorts, the fabric clinging to my curves, my scars stark against the firelight. By evening, the heat was oppressive. The fireplace was now cold, yet the air shimmered like a sauna. I headed to the kitchen for dinner, grabbing a knife to chop vegetables. My hand slipped almost immediately, sharp pain lanced through my palm as the blade sliced deep. "Fuck!" Blood welled fast, soaking the towel I pressed against it. T