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He smiled, a wicked smile, and leaned down, as he slowly placing his hands on my thighs, spreading them even wider. He didn't start licking or sucking immediately. Instead, he just inhaled deeply, burying his face in my crotch, inhaling my scent. He sniffed for a long time, his nose rubbing against my folds. I gasped, my back arching as his warm breath hit my most private area. He raised his head, his face glistening with my wetness, and looked up at me, his eyes were dark and intense. "Your pussy smells so good," he whispered, his voice thick with so much lust. "Your wetness aroma hits different. It can make someone go crazy."

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune. KINKS: Hand jobs for horns, Double cocks, Hand job for double cocks, Blow job, Vibrating Balls, Praise Kink, 4 in one Dom (Gentle, Firm, Strict and Service Dom), 2 in one Sub (Willing and Bratty Sub), Dirty Talk, Oral sex, Teasing and Edging, Rough sex, Firm Dominance, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Orgasm control, Choking, Biting and Marking, Clawing, Double Penetration, Service with Tail, Tail play. KIRA'S POV

Zoe stood trembling against the bookshelf, cum leaking down her inner thighs from the stranger’s thick load. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, blouse half-open, tits heaving. The taste of his cum mixed with her own juices still lingered on her tongue. The man tucked his cock back into his pants and smirked at her ruined state. “You’re a mess, little librarian slut,” he murmured. “Cum dripping down your legs like a cheap whore. Anyone who walks by this aisle will know exactly what you just did.”

He devoured me like a man starved — long, slow licks followed by hard sucking on my swollen clit. I came hard within minutes, biting my lip to stop from screaming as my pussy clenched violently around his fingers. Damien kept licking me through it, drawing out every wave until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were glistening with my juices. He stood up, towering over me, and kissed me deeply, making me taste myself on his tongue. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he growled against my mouth. “But we’re not done yet.”

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”