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My mind was a fever dream of images from the magazine and the forbidden, half-formed fantasies l'd never let fully surface about the girl whose room I was defiling. The climax was a tidal wave building in my guts. Time to roll. I never finished on her bedspread. That was Rule One. I flipped onto my back, the bikini top still clenched in my fist around my cock. Two hard, frantic strokes, and here comes my beautiful orgasm... "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" The voice was a shriek of pure, unadulterated horror. It sliced through the room, through my arousal, straight into my primal brain.

It was the most humiliating, erotic thing I had ever experienced. He slowly looked down at me, his dark eyes locking with mine, a wicked, predatory glint burning in their depths. He didn't pull out. Instead, his hand tightened in my hair, and he gave one brutal, deep thrust that made me gag slightly before he spoke in that calm, terrifying voice. "Continue," he commanded, the words vibrating against my tongue. "Suck me harder. Handle this while I talk to them. Don't you dare stop."

she breathed, voice cracking. He withdrew his hand, stepped back, and gestured for her to remain seated. The rest of the lecture was exquisite, unbearable torture. Gabriel paced, lecturing on erotic power dynamics, on the thrill of being owned, on the ecstasy of surrender. Every time he looked at her, she felt it like a physical touch. He described scenes of public exposure, of being used while others watched, of cuming untouched from sheer humiliation. By the time he dismissed the class, Ivy was shaking, soaked, on the verge of tears and orgasm.

“No… that’s not… I’m not—” “Shh.” I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I remember how wet I got the first time I watched someone fuck. The way his cock looked sliding in and out… the sounds… the way her body shook when she came.” I let my voice drop lower. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Professor Harlan’s thick cock stretching me open, pounding deep while I dripped all over his desk.” She swallowed hard, her breathing getting faster, but she didn’t move away.

His lips trailed down her neck, biting and sucking hard enough to sting. She shivered, breath catching. “Adrian… wait..." she whispered, but he didn’t stop. His hand slipped under her shirt, gripping her breast roughly. It wasn’t the softness she loved in him; it felt rushed, forced, like he was trying to prove something. He kissed her harder, biting at her lips. She felt his frustration, his anger, and his fear pouring out in every rough touch. When he slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers pressed hard, urgent, not teasing, not like him at all.

“I can hear every filthy thought in your mind. You crave it when I call you my little Juno. You remember how tight your cunt gripped my cock, how wet you were, how loudly you were screaming my name, and how passionate it felt when my fangs slightly bite your neck while I fuck you hard.” His words were degrading but it was exactly what filled my mind. The revelation was crushing, terrifying. My chest heaved with shallow breaths. “Get out of my head, please,” I whimpered. Eryx chuckled darkly. “Can’t. You and I share more than blood now. We share hunger. We share thoughts. Every dirty little daydream you try to shove away? I’ll taste it.” His thumb dragged across my trembling lips. “So go on.

She shattered—her orgasm crashing through her with a moan so raw it made my heart pound. And I followed her right over the edge. She was trembling above me, her breath shallow, body slick with sweat, her hips barely rolling through the aftershocks. I gripped her tighter, still buried deep inside her, my chest rising and falling beneath hers. I was about to pull her down for another kiss when The voice snapped through the air like a whip. "What the hell, bitch?!" Sara froze. So did I. We both turned around to find a shocked and angry Layla staring back at us.

SERENA. I froze. For a single, heart-stopping moment, I was convinced my own dirty, perverted mind had warped reality, that my desperate fantasies had bled into my hearing and twisted his words into something filthier, more potent than they actually were. But no. His voice, a low, commanding growl, sliced through the thick silence of the room, each word a deliberate, damning stroke. “Crawl the fuck to me. Right here. And take this huge cock into your mouth like a fucking good girl.”

His enormous body shuddered before he stepped back, his cock bobbing in front of my face, still hard and shiny and slick from my salvia. My lips felt swollen, my throat sore as my hiccupping sobs continued quietly. More spit dribbled out the corners of my mouth, making me feel even more out of control. But to him, it must’ve looked thick and erotic because Damien smoothed his fingers over my lips, smearing my drool around.

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.