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I lifted my head, licking my lips, and looked at Adrian. He was hard, his hand on his cock, stroking slowly. "Beautiful," he said, his voice rough. "Now let me watch you take her again." I turned back to Sera, who was still trembling, her eyes glazed. I reached for the leather harness I'd stashed under the furs earlier—a strap-on I'd had crafted by a vampire artisan in the city, black leather and polished obsidian, the dildo sculpted to resemble a cock with veins and a flared head. I fastened it around my hips, the leather snug against my skin, the weight of the shaft pressing against my pubic bone. Sera's eyes widened when she saw it, a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation.

She didn't even cast us a glance, she just took a seat by the fire, drowning herself in a book. Everything was still again until Kane pulled me into the small pantry area. He dropped to his knees, pulled down my leggings, and ate my cum-filled pussy until I had to bite my own arm to keep from moaning. He made me come twice on his tongue before standing up, spinning me around, and fucking me against the shelves. Each risky encounter made the danger sweeter. Each time he filled me, the breeding obsession grew stronger. But the guilt was crushing me. As he rose to his feet, I turned to find him glistening with my juices. My breathing came heavily, my knees buckling. I crashed into him, leaning

ARC 29: DARKNESS WITHIN This arc contains mature sexual themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, betrayal, psychological manipulation, intimidation, restraint, BDSM dynamics, humiliation, power imbalances, and blurred or violated boundaries. This is dark fiction intended for mature audiences only. Proceed only if you are comfortable with morally grey characters. ----- Lena's POV By the time I reached my door I was already picturing the shower and laying in my bed. I fumbled the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed inside.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Sleek, bright, gel-coated hair matched a sleek, bright decadent image; and though her body was just about as womanly as it was possible to be, she dressed it as if it were a man’s. Elliot knew who she was, of course. On the first night she’d already looked vaguely familir, and on the second, he’d asked the barman about her. It hadn’t surprised him at all that she was the famous erotic novelist Diamanda; in fact he couldn’t understand why he hadn’‘t recognised her immediately. He had her photograph at home on the back of several book-jackets. His goddess was as famous for her hedonistic, rule-breaking lifestyle as she was for her passionately purple prose: it was well-known in this city and i

I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.

As I pressed myself against him, I felt the wetness of my pussy soak through the thin fabric, transferring the slickness of Richard's seed onto Ethan's trousers. Ethan froze for a second, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "You're dripping, Delilah. And you smell... heavy. Like you've already been well-used tonight." "Does that bother you?" I challenged, my voice a breathless whimper. "Bother me?" He chuckled, a dark, guttural sound. "It makes me want to overwrite whatever is inside you. I want to push everything else out and fill you with my own."