Caged Fury Nude Scenes Novels & Stories

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

He can't even hold himself longer . Then he turned her body in four limbs . Her head sanked on the bed and her hips laid high on air . He started thrusting her like an animal . They were moaning loudly . He was taking his all sexual frustration on her . A**hole ! . I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands to form a fist . I fought my urge to throw up . I barged into the room with longs strides as I couldn't control my rage . He stopped as he sense my presence . His face lost all its water . The star were written on his face .

Cary warned but I was too far gone to care. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Your pussy feels too good, little wolf! Not gonna last.” Clay ground out. “Come for me now, love.” I was already so close, I couldn’t be sure it was his order that brought on my release, but either way it steamrolled through me. Heat rushed through my body like wildfire and lights burst before my eyes like fireworks. I.Saw.Fucking.Fireworks! Both my mates roared my name as their cum poured into me. I swallowed frantically as jets of Cary’s thick cum shot down my throat. Clay’s seed hit my walls in rope after rope of hot, creamy fluid.

Kurt moaned whilst increasing his pumping pace, his body shuddering from time to time, although he was under the shower he was feeling sweaty, the extent of pleasure, want and craving he has for Emma that turned into obsession was too much. "Oh my Fuuuckkkk!" he groaned loudly and shot loads of cums on the bathroom floor, he rested his back on the wall to catch his breath, after a moment he washed off, and left the shower. Cillian came back so late in the night, his shirt's button was opened and a lipstick mark was on it, he look like a mess but that mess was what no girl could resist at all, only the sight of him will make them weak on the legs, he was about to make it to his room when he s

Just the way she looked… I shifted too, sitting up and wrapping my arms around a naked Raven. She bit her lip, realising my hard-on was rubbing against her. My eyes feasted on her smooth skin and I ran my hands down her breasts slowly. Her breath hitched when my fingers grazed her hardened buds. A work of art… "Perfection…" I growled. I grabbed her breast, biting down gently on her nipple and making her whimper in pleasure. The scent of her arousal clung to the air, a fragrance that I was fucking addicted to.

I came hard, biting my lip to stifle my cries, my pussy squirting all over my hand as the image of Cane’s cum-covered cock burned behind my eyelids. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

Someone had also chained her ankle to the bedpost. Silver. Etched with runes. Anti-shift, she guessed, though she had never shifted in her life. The irony would have made her laugh if laughing didn't hurt. The door opened. He filled the frame like a storm filling a sky. The man from her fever dreams. No—the wolf from her fever dreams. He was enormous, six and a half feet of corded muscle and brutal angles. Black hair fell across a face that had never learned to smile. His eyes were the red of dying stars. Scars crisscrossed his bare torso—knife wounds, claw marks, a burn that looked like a handprint over his heart.

The others demanded the same, turning the bed into a soaked playground. As the intensity peaked, they arranged her in a circle, each taking a final turn fucking her mouth, pussy, or ass, pissing wherever they pleased. Sable was a wreck—shaking, squirting, begging for more. The camera caught it all: the merciless use, the filthy acts, her transformation from vengeful woman to their breeding slut.

I screamed and clawed at the table. “It hurts! It hurts!” “Does it only hurt? You’re so hard here.” “It hurts…… Aaaah…….” I scratched the table so hard my nails nearly tore off. The cock filling my hole thrust in relentlessly, and the vibrations roared. The man slammed into me with a wet thwack, licking the back of my ear. I felt like I was going to die. My insides buzzed violently. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock, held in his hand, and dropped to the floor.

The mirror captured every filthy detail: his tattooed muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his abs, my face contorted in ecstasy as his heavy balls slapped against my ass with wet, obscene sounds. He hooked my legs over his elbows, folding me nearly in half so he could drive even deeper, grinding against my clit with every brutal plunge. “Look at us,” he ordered, “Watch your foster brother’s fat cock disappear into this greedy cunt. This is what I dreamed about every lonely night locked away. I dreamt about ruining the one girl I was never supposed to touch.” The angle hit that perfect spot relentlessly. My inner muscles fluttered wildly around his pistoning shaft as he reached between us, h