Backrooms Oc Novels & Stories

One made me ride him reverse, my back to his chest, while two others jerked off onto my bouncing breasts, pearls of white splattering the green velvet. “Milk it, slut,” he ordered, pinching my nipples as I kept grinding down, chasing another peak. Hours blurred into a frenzy, bodies piling on, my voice was hoarse from screams and swallows. Vic came last, flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep, grunting release inside me. The room reeked of sex and evergreen, the fake snow outside melting into slush. Dawn crept in as they dispersed, leaving me sprawled, used and gleaming. Vic dropped another envelope…heavier this time, kissing my forehead.

Cecily cried out at finally being filled, her pussy walls contracting as he began pounding in and out of her. Derek closed his eyes, drowning in ecstasy. His breathing became heavy, and a sweat broke out on his temple. He was so close to cuming, so he moved even faster. All that mattered was the blood pooling in his balls, but somewhere in the corner of his consciousness, he heard the sound of footsteps and chatter drawing nearer. Derek pulled out of Cecily, his cum spilling onto the gazebo's concrete floor at the exact moment the guests of the party rounded the corner.

We were already approaching the exit, and then, all of a sudden, the fear, the pain, the anguish merged into a singular moment a brilliant flash that consumed me completely and took my breath away. "GET DOWN!" a voice boomed, and the world collapsed again. I didn’t know what happened next; I felt the ground shift beneath me, and then a silence, an all-consuming, sterile silence settled over the chaos like a suffocating blanket. I lay there amidst the remnants of what felt like another world, the stillness cradling me. My vision tilted as I blinked, seeing only the dull edges of the room we once resided in. The air smelled different, metallic and acrid, but there was a lightness to it now. I

I waited until the Alpha slept. The room he kept me in smelled of sperm and sweat. The candles burned low, their light trembling the way my hands did. When his breathing grew heavy and even, I slipped from the edge of the bed My legs felt strange carrying me back through the corridors. Every fabre in me hating myself for even existing

"What breakdown occurred? Why didn't your fingers dial my terminal for immediate backup?" "The layout operated as a small, brief matter." My hand picks up the glass once more to take another sip of water. "My boots accidentally bumped straight into the biological brother of my special patient from Skydrivee. Apart from my actual patient's state, there tracks something incredibly strange and wrong with his family circle. My internal wolf feels highly upset that their claws refuse to let my patient establish any contact with my terminal. When my eyes logged his brother walking along the concrete street earlier, my boots ran over to launch a direct conversation with his face."

“Yeah now I think I'm the one who has to shut someone out.’’ I retorted back sassily at her. She refuse to respond now and stayed quiet. I stretch my palm just above the slit on the man's chest and let my blood stream in, but I don't expect it to sizzle hotly like oil in a heated pan, burning into his flesh like a mixture of deadly portions. “Hands on his chest.’’ Lea commands, and I did as she said. We begin to read the the reversal spell together, joining our souls in one to awaken the healing veto. One minute. Two minutes. Then he jerks up, and begins to convulse in a sharp rhythm as the axyon stretched through the thins of his veins to his chest. Soon enough, the deadly yellow liquid slo

Charles spread her legs wide and entered her Immediately, without wasting any time, he started drilling her hard. "Oh my!" "Baby, go faster!" "You're so good... Ahh!!" Celine moaned as he banged her harder and deeper. He suddenly stopped and turned her over the table. "Bend your ass" he ordered hoarsely. She did as he instructed and he entered her in a go. He started thrusting into her madly as he went very deep inside her. "Oh, f**k!" "Destroy me!" "I'm yours! Cripple me!" Celine moaned loudly, thankfully the room was soundproof so their moans were safe.

What an overreacting, weak creature. They scurried off leaving him and their victim. He sighed and turned to the woman who's eyes are open wide and looked at him in full horror. Her neck is dripping with blood from each side and her wrists are awfully cut. Her own blood is messily scattered on her face and shirt. Her body is also starting to spasm because of the poison those stupid kids' fangs contain. She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it.

POV DARLENE The victory at the Old Ruins had left a lingering hum in my marrow, a mixture of ancestral fire and the sheer exhaustion of channeling the sun. As the heavy oak doors of Eryx’s private chambers clicked shut, the world of war, relics, and Jackson’s madness felt a thousand miles away. Here, in the sanctum of stone and fur, there was only the flickering orange light of the hearth and the man who had claimed my soul before he ever touched my skin.