Dark Wanderer Porn Novels & Stories

Letting her live crippled, scarred, groveling like the dog she had talked about would be the long, tormenting punishment. When he was done, Evan walked away calmly. Behind him, Cherry’s cries echoed, but he did not stop. Evan went home. He ran a hot bath and washed every trace of blood from his body. Ana never liked it when he was dirty. Back in the old days, when he came home drunk, he would just collapse onto the bed. Ana would scold him, but she never had the heart to push him off. Instead, she would fetch a warm towel and gently, carefully clean him up with eyes filled with tenderness.

"Don't what?" "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" Like he could see straight through her skin. Like he already knew every secret she had ever tried to hide. Drake hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, settling between her legs with an ease that made her feel both vulnerable and worshipped. He lowered his mouth to her center without warning, and Avery cried out, her fingers fisting in the sheets as pleasure shot through her like lightning.

The laughter was laced with ridicule and derision, making me feel physically sick. I had no idea what was happening, but an ominous feeling crept into my heart. Thus, I followed the crowd to the lobby on the first floor. The moment I looked up, my eyes flew wide open. While I'd been trying to retrieve the surveillance footage, someone had used AI to create a pornographic deepfake video of me and displayed it on the giant screen outside the company building. An indecent woman with my face was seductively posing for everyone on the street. I felt a surge of rage shoot up, causing my temples to throb. A loud ringing filled my ears, and my mind went completely blank. With trembling hands, I open

“She’s getting dick from everywhere too. There are at least twenty videos we have found with partners. All the men are packing.” “Are there any more with this guy? This is the best.” “No,” Lee shook his head. “Most of them are with this big dark-skinned dude with braids. She acts like a regular porn star in those and all the others, doing it for the dick. This,” he pointed at his screen, “she was fucking the man. Not just his junk. It’s wicked. You should watch it from the beginning.” That monstrous energy inside of me was burned from the sock for a long time, but it was starting to bubble to the surface again, raging larger than ever before. “DID. YOU. FIND. HER?!”

I hear snarling, and I try to look up, but my vision swims. I turn on my side and see a black wolf, or what I assume is a wolf, standing at the entrance of where i am being held. It looks like a wolf, but the size is all wrong. Wolves are not supposed to be that big. I shake my head to clear my eyes, but that makes my dizziness even worse. I open my eyes again, and there is a naked guy standing where a wolf was, and he's strangling my attacker. I try to focus on the bizarre situation unfolding before me, but my vision blurs, and I pass out.

My stomach clenched and released, my hips bucking against his face. My head spun as my pheromones poured out in an uncontrollable wave. Inside me, my wolf, Sky, purred with pure happiness. “Fuck! Deeper,” I moaned, my voice ragged. “Please, deeper!” Xavier obeyed, plunging his tongue deeper into my pussy. The sounds of him devouring my pussy were wet and lewd, each lick and suck echoing through the room. I became a writhing, moaning mess, utterly lost to him.

“One last time, baby.” She wrapped her weak legs around me and whispered, “Fill me again.” I came deep, adding my load to all the others. When I pulled out, cum poured from her in a thick stream. I turned off the main lights and gave her water. She lay there breathing slow, eyes half closed. I checked the laptop. Viewers: over one hundred twenty thousand. Tips: more than fifteen thousand dollars for the night. A new message from the Super Tipper appeared: “Tomorrow no blindfold at all. Four strangers at once. Full gangbang. She takes every hole. Get her ready. This is the big one.”

Peter drove us to the Greenland open arena and he parked his car where the staff in the brothel park theirs. He was a VIP after all since his father owns the damn brothel. Julia quickly got down from the car and Peter hurried after her. Emjay went to collect a seat number from the ushers around while Layo and I stood waiting for directions. If we were there alone we would have gone to the ushers, gotten our seat numbers and sat awaiting the opening of the grand event. "Madam Fetty. " began Layo in a shrill voice. "Oh boy! " I mumbled knowing he was up to something. "You just made one girl jealous you know? " he said. "I don't know what you are saying. " I replied adjusting my hair which lai

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting harmlessly with the barista at the corner Starbucks. "Large black coffee, extra shot," I'd say, our fingers brushing as she handed it over, her eyes lingering a second too long on my broad shoulders and the stubble shadowing my jaw. But at night, alone in my lair, the mask cracked. I'd fire up the dark web forums, the ones buried under layers of VPNs and anonymous logins, where pervs like me traded links to unfiltered birthing vids. No Hollywood gloss, just real women in the throes, amateur clips smuggled from maternity wards, hidden cams in delivery rooms, even some from overseas clinics where ethics were as loose