บททั้งหมดของ 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Broken Into I A cool breeze drifted through Nancy’s open window, teasing the thin curtains. She lay sprawled across the silk sheets, naked, a limb askew, lost in the deep currents of sleep. The moon, a sliver of silver, cast long, distorted shadows across her bedroom floor. A faint clink, barely audible above the chirping crickets, snagged the edge of her subconscious. Her breath hitched, a shallow intake that did little to stir her from her sleep. Another sound, closer now, a soft scrape against the wooden floorboards in the hall, pulled her closer to wakefulness. Her eyelids fluttered heavily, resisting the light from the moon. A dark broad-shouldered silhouette, detached itself from the deeper shadows near her doorway. It moved with a predator’s grace, silent as a whisper, crossing the threshold into her room. Nancy’s eyes snapped open, wide and unblinking, the last of sleep dissolving into terror. “Who… who’s there?” Her voice, raspy with sleep and fear, barely escaped her thro

Claiming My Prize IDUNE betrayed me. He fucked my wife. Betrayed me, his best friend. He destroyed my marriage and everything I held really dear, and now I was going to destroy the things he held dear to him.My feet touched the plush carpet of his home, and my breathing steadied. It wasn't beating erratically like I thought it would, and this only energised me because tonight, I was taking from him. The night was darker than black when I turned the door knob and it gave way under my light push. I could smell my preys, and it felt really intimate to me. Just a little more time for me to reach them. His daughters. Four of them, ripe for the taking, each a carefully chosen instrument of my vengeance. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about reclaiming my dignity, about carving my pain into his flesh, one daughter at a time. The oldest first, then the next, savouring each conquest, until I reached the youngest, the sweet, untouched eighteen-year-old, the grand finale of my carefully

Claiming My Prize III “NOT hurt, Emily. Pleasure.” I leaned down, my mouth finding hers. Her lips were soft, hesitant at first, then parting under the pressure. I tasted the faint sweetness of her breath, the innocence that still clung to her. My tongue delved, exploring the warmth of her mouth, intertwining with hers. I pulled back, her lips swollen, glistening. “You’re going to like this, Emily. More than you think.” I pushed her gently onto the bed, her legs tangling, her body yielding. She wasn't scared or resistant. She lay there, pliant for me, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and growing curiosity in their depths. I knelt on the bed, straddling her hips. She wore a simple nightgown, just like her elder sister Abigail, and I resisted the urge to tear it off her body. I reached down, pulling the nightgown up, over her head, until she lay naked beneath me. Her breasts were small, perfect, her nipples a delicate rosebud pink. I leaned down, my mouth closing over one nipple,

The Nun In The Library II “YOU'RE so soft,” he breathed against her mouth. “So untouched...” His fingers found the elastic of her simple cotton underwear, hooking it, pulling it aside. Her breath hitched, a gasp of shock and burgeoning desire. He didn't hesitate, his fingers slipping inside, finding the moist, swollen flesh of her pussy. “Oh, God…” she moaned, the sound raw and desperate. His thumb brushed against her clit, a lightning bolt of sensation that made her hips buck involuntarily. “God won’t help you now, Sister. Only I can.” He began to stroke her, slowly at first, then with increasing pressure, his fingers dancing over her engorged clit, plunging into her wet folds. A low, guttural moan tore from her throat. Her legs trembled, threatening to give way. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, his voice laced with triumph. “So ready.” He lowered her to the floor, the ancient wooden planks surprisingly cool against her back. The habit, a symbol of her piety, became a tangled mes

His Naughty Patient IIHE peeled off his gloves, tossing them aside with a soft thud. His fingers, now bare, were even more sensitive, more electric. He leaned down, his face inches from her pussy, his hot breath fanning her already inflamed flesh. Diana watched, mesmerized, as his tongue, dark pink and wet, darted out, tracing the swollen lips of her labia. A guttural sound tore from her throat, a mix of shock and ecstasy. His tongue was rough, then smooth, licking the wetness, tasting her. He drew a long, slow line from her perineum up to her clit, then circled it, his tongue flicking, teasing, sucking. She had never felt this way before... Her husband had never... Flick. “Oh my god, Jordan,” she cried out, her hands flying up to grip the sides of the bed, her body convulsing. His mouth was a hot, insistent suction, his tongue swirling around her clit, drawing it into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation was overwhelming, shattering. He pulled back, his lips gleaming with her w