All Chapters of Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I was supposed to be asleep hours ago, but my pussy wouldn’t let me. My room was dark, well, just the faint glow of my phone screen light. I had my legs spread wide, knees up, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked cunt while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in fast, nasty circles. “Fuck… yes…” I whispered, biting my lip hard In my head they were all there. The huge werewolf with his thick fur and that fat, swelling knot at the base of his cock, the pale vampire with ice-cold skin and fangs that would prick my neck while he fucked me. The massive green orc built like a tank, cock like a fucking club, the incubus with ridges all over his dick and precum that makes you lose your mind, and lastly(but not the least) the tall, sleek alien with those slick, writhing cock shaped tentacles. I added another finger, stretching myself, imagining all of them using me all at once. My hips bucked off the bed. I was so fucking wet the sheets were ruined. “Please… I want it real,” I moaned

The old school building on the east side of the city had taken heavy damage during the assault. Half the roof was gone, and rain leaked through in steady drips onto the cracked concrete floor. Down in the basement, though, it was different. The occupying forces had turned it into a holding area for anyone they considered a threat. Pipes ran along the ceiling, fluorescent lights buzzed on and off, and the air reeked of mildew and sweat. Distant explosions still rattled the walls every few hours. The war wasn’t fully over; it had just moved to the next phase. Captain Seth Kane sat on the edge of a metal desk, smoking a cigarette, when they brought her in. Kira Novak - 24, short black hair matted with dirt and dried blood. Slim, athletic build from months of running through ruins with a rifle. Her hands were already zip-tied behind her back. Two soldiers shoved her forward and she stumbled but stayed on her feet, eyes burning with hate. “Caught her with a Dragunov in the old fact

The command villa sat on the ridge overlooking the ruined city. It used to belong to some local politician. Now it was Seth Kane’s private fortress. Sandbags around the windows, guards at every gate, and blackout curtains that kept the night inside. Three weeks into the occupation and the war had settled into a grinding stalemate. But inside these walls, Seth had built something else. Something permanent. He had all three of them now. Elena was in the main bedroom when he came up the stairs. She sat on the edge of the big bed wearing nothing but a thin slip, the same one he’d made her wear for days. Her long dark hair hung loose, unwashed. Bruises from earlier nights still marked her thighs. Kira and Mary were kept in the side room, leashed to rings bolted into the wall. They could hear everything. Seth closed the heavy door behind him The room smelled like sex and sweat and the faint metallic tang of gun oil that never left his skin. “Bring the others in,” he told the guard

Tyler stood in the doorway, waiting, one hand still on the knob. Joan was sitting up in bed, tank top twisted around her waist, cheeks flushed. The lamp on her nightstand cast a weak yellow glow over everything. Neither of them spoke for a long second. The air felt thick, like the whole apartment was holding its breath. “You actually came,” Joan finally said flatly. I little bit nervous of seeing her brother now after the dick pic. Tyler shut the door behind him slowly. “This is insane. We’re both fucked in the head.” “Yeah.” She looked him up and down, eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in his pants. “Show me.” He hesitated, then stepped closer. Joan swung her legs off the bed and sat on the edge, curiosity written all over her face. Her hands were shaking a little as she reached out and tugged his waistband down. His cock sprang out, heavy and still rock hard from all the texting. She just stared at it up close at a while. The same thick veins from the picture, the fat hea

The divorce happened so very fast. Faster than I expected. Mom and Dad had been fighting for years, yes, but once the papers got filed it was like they couldn’t wait to be done with each other - Mom got the house we grew up in because she pushed for it, said she needed stability for me and Tyler. Dad got the cabin up north and most of the savings. They split Tyler’s college debt somehow, and Mom’s lawyer made sure she got a chunk of Dad’s pension checks every month since she’d been the one who put her career on hold when we were kids. It was all numbers and lawyers and awkward meetings at coffee shops. Tyler and I just sat there pretending we weren’t picking sides. I chose Mom. And so did Tyler. Not because we didn’t love Dad, but because Mom was falling apart and Dad already had one foot out the door with his new girlfriend. Now, three months later, here we were at Mom’s wedding to Collins. The ceremony was in some rented garden hall that smelled like cheap flowers and fresh