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No mistaking what it was. Her body ground against him, every move of her hips rubbing over his hardness. Heat surged through her veins. And then it hit her—his scent. That same scent from earlier. Her eyes snapped open. It’s him! The guy at the counter! Her body burned hotter with that realization. Wetness pooled between her thighs. Flashes of his veiny hand skimming her curves made her bite back a moan. She pushed harder against him, rolling her hips until he groaned into her ear.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

The bed was in the opposite corner of the room from the desk, so I wasn't perfectly behind Erin, but she would still have to turn to see me. I pulled a blanket up and over my legs and started to explore. I really like a slow build to my orgasms, and I was especially trying to be subtle while Erin was in the room. I pulled out my phone and went to my favorite fan fic sites to find something good (no judgment!). It was all the same stuff. I began the endless scroll of trying to find something good. Nothing.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

“Harder—all of you—fuck each other like you mean it—” Diego growled, hips snapping faster—cock pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt, churning the mixed loads into frothy cream that bubbled out with every withdrawal. “You’re gonna make me come again—gonna flood this whore hole—” “Do it,” she hissed. “Fill me while they breed each other.” Jace came first—body seizing, ass clenching around Tyler’s cock as ropes of cum shot across the coffee table. Tyler groaned into his mouth—thrusts turning erratic—then buried deep and unloaded, hot pulses flooding Jace’s guts until white leaked out around his shaft.

I couldn’t place it, but it was intoxicating. Edric didn’t even notice the effect he caused. His body moved like a confession. His hips traced circles that mirrored ancient rites. His hands trailed down his chest as if blessing his own skin. He wasn’t dancing for us. He was dancing for something inside him. He was dancing for himself. And I, Alpha of the strongest pack in the region, ruler of Luna Noir, feared by vampires and respected by fae and witches, stood frozen like an idiot watching a human boy bring my entire world to its knees.

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ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”