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“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first." I didn't want to care, but I was sure normal sized cocks didn't look like his. Would it even fit? "Will it hurt?" I asked. "Ordinarily, it would," he said plainly. "But I can make it so it doesn't." "How?" He rubbed the smooth head of his cock over my sopping wetness, and my legs spread wider, silent begging him to make me feel good. "Sweetheart, I'm an Incubus." He grinned. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even feel the pain."

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

The door slammed shut with a heavy, final thud, sealing me and Kane in. Kane was still shivering from the relentless vibrations of the massager buried in his ass. I walked behind him slowly, letting him feel my presence like a shadow. I dipped my two fingers in his hole and pulled the toy free, the wet, obscene pop echoing as his greedy hole clenched around nothing, already leaking clear slick down his thighs. *Who would have thought that this Alpha could leak like an omega in heat?* “For over three hundred years, I’ve waited for a mate who’s worthy of breaking,” I murmured right against his ear.

I muttered. Ethan reached into his pocket. Took out a simple black card with only a phone number on it and pressed it into my hand. "Take this. If you wake up tomorrow and your pussy is still throbbing and empty, text me. I'll come fuck you whenever you want." He smiled. I stared at the card trying to catch my breath. "What if I don't text you?" He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. He started rubbing my clit again with slow teasing circles. "Then you'll spend the night with your fingers deep in that cum-filled pussy moaning my name and wishing it was my cock. Would that be enough to satisfy you?”

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

He dropped the wine Glass to the floor, causing it to shatter as I tried not to flinch from where I was sitting on the sofa. He moved closer to me and began to unbuckle his belt, drawing his trousers down to reveal his cock. A gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the red, veiny monster dancing in front of my face, swelling with each movement. His brothers got up too and all undressed in my presence, like the Greek gods they were. I could feel myself getting wet as my nipples hardened underneath my clothes. "What are you waiting for? Get undressed too." Kieran spoke up and despite my legs wobbling, I did as he said.

To everyone who has ever been Nina, Jasmine, Lena, Olivia or Zara, this collection is for you. To everyone who has ever met someone like Adrian, Theo, Damien, Julian, or Cade, this is for you too. May you find the kind of love that challenges you, heals you, and stays. May you learn that even the hardest endings can still bring beautiful beginnings. From the first stolen glance to the final kiss, thank you for being part of this journey. Your heart made these pages matter. With love, always, Edlyn Blessing 💓

Erica let out a sharp cry, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she panted and gasped. Dave leaned in, running his hand over her welted bottom to ease the worst of the sting. His fingers dipped lower, sliding into her slick folds. He groaned at how wet she was, the evidence of her arousal glistening on his hand. “You’re soaking wet,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his fingers explored her. He found her needy clit, tracing lazy, soft circles around the swollen bud. Erica’s whole body buzzed with need, her hips moving instinctively toward his touch.