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It was terrifying how quickly he could turn into a machine of war. Orion stepped up beside us, his shoulders looking twice as broad as usual. He let his Alpha scent roll out—a thick, heavy warning of pine and old earth—trying to choke out the smell of gasoline. The lead rider took his sweet time. He killed his engine, swung a leg over, and pulled off his helmet with a smirk that made my skin crawl. He had a scar running through one eyebrow that made his whole face look lopsided. “Well,” the guy drawled, his eyes roaming the trees before locking onto Tristan. “Look at this. Blackwood. I heard you’d turned into a campfire story.”

She stood back away from the room and watched the flat screen TV to see what was playing. It was a p**n video. Tracy watched, glued to where she stood as a big-busted white woman with long blonde hair was having sex with what looked like four or five black men with enormous penises. The woman was riding one of the men who was seated on a couch in the middle of a nicely furnished living room. She was sucking a black man who was standing behind the couch, and she was jacking off two black men, one in each hand who were standing next to the one receiving the blow job behind the couch. She became excited almost instantly. Tracy's pussy was dripping wet as she immediately imagined herself as the

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

It was rock hard with the thick veins crisscrossing the big shaft and topped by his huge, swollen, plum sized cock head. Jenn saved the picture to her phone, knowing that she would use it to fuel more lust- filled masturbation sessions in the days leading up to her weekend alone with her big cocked step-dad. THE END Of BDSM series

In only a few days at Black’s High, the weirdest things had happened. He lifted me up so our gazes met, only a smirk on his face. He quickly shoved me into the bathroom. “Clean up. And also, take those whore clothes off your body. Change into these instead.” He handed me some clothes. Without words, I rushed into the bathroom, locking the door. I can’t believe I just gave oral sex to Abaddon, the hottest boy in school. Pathetic of him to blackmail me into doing it. Perhaps I would have done it without the blackmail; that man is fine as fuck.

He knew that, no matter what state he was in, there was no way he would’ve entered that dank hole. The rewind button was pushed. The image of the basement spooled backwards. Nothing, nothing, nothing. It was like a slug negotiating a staircase. Was that . . . ? Nope, just his mother taking out a load of laundry, his younger sister dancing behind her in ballet shoes, then walking backwards up the stairs. Time zipped on. She came back down and put the laundry in. Then nothing. Nothing stirred, not even a mouse. It wasn’t until the very end, the last minute of tape that he saw— Four figures in black hooded robes carrying his naked body. Weird marks were painted in red up and down his frame, cir

He released my boobs and withdrew his fingers, he used his alpha hood to dance around my clit, my body shivered "So I'm the alpha's slut?" "Ooooooh you dirty talk, little one." He smirked wrapping my hair around his fingers as he slowly inserted his big alpha hood inside my throbbing p*ssy. My eyes rolled but he lightly tapped my cheek "Look at me while you take me...feel how big my alpha hood is inside you." he whispered as it entered inch by inch. I winced in slight pain. "Oh that's big...oh you're so big." I moaned as he fully entered me, and my p*ssy was stretched to the max.

Her hooded eyes undress more than being naked ever could. “More?” she asks innocently. “Please.” I barely recognize my voice. Olivia dips her finger into her underwear, gasping as she makes contact with her clit. Every part of my body tenses as I watch her finger dip in and out. She throws her head back slightly, a small whimper escaping her lips. “More, Miss Blackwood.” My voice lowers. I palm my bulge through my trousers, carefully stroking the length. I should panic, but instead an unfamiliar prickle travels up my spine.

“Take it all, pretty boy. Gonna breed this tight white hole.” I stroked faster, my other hand reaching down to finger myself. One finger slid in easily from how worked up I was, then two, scissoring rough like his would. Imagined his cock instead, pounding deep, way balls deep, slapping my ass. Dirty talk in that rumble: “Gonna knock you up with my black seed. Fill you till it leaks out.” I watched BBC p**n clips with the sound so low but I didn’t need it. All I needed was to see big black dicks ruining twinks just like me, creampies dripping. But I swapped the faces for Coach’s. Him holding my waist, thrusting brutally, hand on my flat stomach. “Feel that? My cum gonna swell you up.”

“Outside. On the hood. Now. I’m not done ruining this possessed little pussy yet.” Headlights appear far down the dark road, slowly approaching as he shoves the door open—