Novel & Cerita Backrooms Oc

“—you’ll only be able to come thinking of me.” The heat on my lower back intensified, branding itself into my flesh in intricate, glowing lines I couldn’t see but could feel—spirals and runes that pulsed in time with her thrusts. “Come,” she commanded. My body obeyed before my mind caught up. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning. My cunt clamped down on her cock so hard it hurt—in the best way. I screamed her name until my voice cracked. Slick gushed around her shaft, dripping down my thighs. The mark on my back flared white-hot, searing pleasure straight into my clit, prolonging the climax until black spots danced in my vision.

He said as if he already knew that nothing was behind him. "Shit. Oh, there's a rat!" She pointed down the floor to trick him when there was no rat. "Fuck! W-where? Where is it?" The man jumped and climbed on the table out of fear. Kathilyn quickly scrambled and ran as fast as she could out of the shabby room and away from the abandoned building. She kept running until she arrived at a bus stop that was crowded with people and took a bus to meet her fiance. "I'm saved... I didn't think I would manage to leave. They wouldn't chase me here, right?" She breathed out in relief and finally stayed calm

I drove back to my home, and when I got to the bedroom, I pulled off my clothes and noticed that my spirit like body has reached a bit over my belly button. ~flashback~ As I clawed in and out of the demon, I didn't know the demon had his other hand around my back and he clawed in and I managed not to let out a pained sound. I managed to hide the pain from both Melissa and Edward. I had worn my suit when I went to see Edward. That way, he won't be confused by the blood stains around my back. I had healed up already. Although, it was a bit slower than usual. Then I allowed myself to fall on the bed, and fell asleep.

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

——————- The next morning I woke up, My mind was hazy but I could feel a certain warmth around my cock. I thought it was a dream until a loud groan escaped my lips, my dick cap was grazed with a tooth. “Fuck!” I groaned loudly. I heard loud gagging noises and then I shot my eyes open. Lo and behold, Cynthia was stacked naked with my cock in her mouth on all fours. She kept sucking, licking, and gagging my cock with relish. The feeling was good but the person I hated with every bit of me.

she said, her tone unexpectedly gentle. I kept my head down, not saying a word. The damage was already done and no words or actions could ever fix it. Back home, I packed my things and prepared to leave with Parker. As I opened the door, I ran into Beatrice. A figure lingered behind her. As our eyes met, I caught a flash of panic in her gaze.

By the time he got to the topmost floor, he was totally exhausted and was dripping with sweat like someone who had just had a shower. Without bothering to observe the the storey meant to home him for the next an hour, professor Ericson pulled his bag behind him and walked to the last room, and knocked on the door. A second later, the door flung open showing a student with a lot of tattoos. He had managed to smuggle them into the school. It wasn't Wilkes Milton. Definitely not.

Instead, I feel alive. Damon pulls out slowly, his cock dragging against my oversensitive walls, and I whimper at the loss, my body already craving him again. The wet sound of his withdrawal is obscene, his cum dripping from my well-used cunt, pooling beneath me. He steps back. “Up,” he orders, his voice sharp. “On your knees. Hands behind your back.”

He was pressed against my back again within seconds, before I could even think of turning around. “Ob—” “Shut up.” My mouth slammed shut and my fingers clawed at the tree bark. What is he going to do? I found my answer a second later. Thick fingers traced my pussy lips before slipping between them. He made that strange sound at the back of his throat as one of his fingers slipped inside. In the next moment, his finger was replaced by something thicker, much, much thicker. Obsidian gripped my hips and pulled them backwards. With a hand pressed to the small of my back, he pushed me forward so I was slightly bent.

Finally, Emily's due date crept up. The pack healer told her to stay off her feet and move into the pack clinic. But James had other plans—two expecting wolves giving birth at the same time? Perfect cover for a swap. Emily didn't like the risk, but she played along. Came back to the manor, eyeing my bump like it might explode. Three more days. Then she cracked. Even through the wall, I heard her sobbing to James. Two hours later—knock on my door. He walked in, fake smile locked in place, holding that "tonic." Same one from my last life.