Female Dark Link Novels & Stories

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Dark eyes swirling with emotion. Doctor ready to inspect.

He was not in a good state of mind, and besides, it was already too late and so he considered staying the night here, drinking himself to stupor, lying with a lady or two and then resuming in the morning. He called the madam of the brothel and she came through, flashing huge boobs at him. “What's your spec?” she asked. “Get me a rider, a bad one.” “500” she said, stretching an arm. “You'll have her all night.” The bed creaked violently under their movement. Nate grabbed both breasts in his hand, tweaking her nipples as she rose and fell on him, her screams ringing in his ear. He spanked her once, and then again “Bad girl” he whispered and she went harder, her nails digging into his thighs.

said Darko right in front of Amanda's lips. Amanda's cat eyes tried to warn Darko to let her go immediately. "You jerk and pervert!" hissed Amanda. "Yes, just like what you said. I’m a jerk and a pervert, indeed, especially to you," whispered Darko. "How many women have been swayed by your poisoned mouth, huh?" Amanda sneered. "It's hard to count and anyway I don't intend to remember them one by one," Darko replied. "Turns out you are a seed sitter recklessly. You're disgusting," Amanda cynically.

’ I began pulling on the link like I was pulling a rope up from the depths of the ocean. ‘I think I feel something.’ Dustin’s voice sounded excited by skeptical. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m pulling on the mind link.’ ‘You can do that?!’ ‘Apparently, I can now.’ ----- RIEKA When Aleksandr began mind linking something changed. His eyes turned solid black and Drea gasped. It terrified me. “Have you ever seen anything like that before?” I whispered to her, as if speaking too loudly would somehow endanger my mate.

It was eight o'clock who would be sending her mail at this time of the day. She opened it, no message just a link, it all looked innocent enough. Without thinking about it she clicked the link and immediately found herself logged into a p**n page entitled "HousewifeSluts". Christ thought Linda, Ill be for the sack if anyone finds out about this. Before she could close the site something caught Linda's eye, a picture of a respectably dressed middle aged woman who was sucking an extremely large cock while another man spanked her arse. She was wearing a suit not unlike Linda's. She was bent over a desk in an office again not unlike Linda's. The woman had a look of submissive acceptance accentua

He would know what to do. But she wasn’t ready to admit weakness. Not yet. Instead, she powered up her secondary laptop and opened a dark net portal Marco had shown her long ago. A crawler. One that burrowed through underground pages—abandoned servers, corrupt forums, and decaying chatrooms. In the search bar, she typed: Velvet looks good soaked in blood. She pressed enter. The screen flashed, then lit up with dozens of broken links, closed portals… and one active video. Title: “Mother May I?”

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

Immediately after the wedding, he set himself a new goal - to acquire offspring. Only men possessed the magic of darkness, it almost did not manifest itself in women, affecting only their appearance. The distinguishing features of all the dark ones were black hair and black eyes. Cases when dormant magic nevertheless manifested itself in a woman were considered rare and always ended in the madness of the bearer and her sudden death. The Primordial Darkness, which was revered by all the dark ones, obviously did not love her daughters, making their bodies and minds weak and unable to contain the power. Dark women rarely lived past the age of thirty or thirty-five, unless they died earlier in c

"He would not say. Just vague references to people in the industry." "Red flag." "I know. But at the time it seemed plausible. These kinds of connections happen at events like that all the time." Kane leaned back in his chair. "The second one is David Palmer. He owns a chain of warehouses and distribution centers. Same story. Heard I might have access to products he wanted to move through his network." "Let me guess. Also would not name his sources." "Correct." Anna set down the first file and picked up the second one. "And the third?"