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His eyes burned into Damon’s as the other man jerked off faster, clearly getting off on watching Logan receive pleasure. Logan’s hips snapped upward, pushing his thick cock deeper down the girl’s throat. She gagged softly but kept going, saliva dripping down his shaft. Across from him, Damon’s hand moved in sync, twisting over the head of his cock on every upstroke. Damon’s chest heaved, nipples hard and red from how harshly he was pinching them. His moans were low but audible over the music if Logan focused. It was filthy. It was wrong. And it was driving Logan insane with lust.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Two years I’ve wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you. Moan for me— let me hear you.” “Yes— fuck— I’m yours— oh god— I’m coming again—” She shattered around him, clenching hard, crying out loud enough the neighbors probably heard. Jonah groaned, thrusting through it, chasing his own release. They didn’t stop there. He flipped them so she was on top. She rode him slow and deep at first, grinding, watching his face. Then faster. His hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. She leaned down and kissed him messy, sucking on his bottom lip.

A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead! *** Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward with a force that made Heather gasp in both pain and ecstasy. Their bodies met with a primal connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both. Heather's body trembled as Atlas thrust into her, his cock filling her tightness. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves of sensation coursing through her, making her moan in a way she never had before. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that would be reminders of their encounter.

The internet was tearing them apart piece by piece. My pussy was throbbing just from scrolling. Wet. Aching. I needed him. Azrath appeared the second my knees hit the floor. No warning. Just the air turning thick and hot, smelling like smoke and sex. He stood over me, seven feet of black muscle and horns, both cocks already rock-hard and dripping that thick, glowing pre-cum that burned so good on my skin. I looked up at him, mouth open, tongue out like I’d been trained. “Beg properly,” he said, voice low and rough.

Her hazel eyes began to flicker with infernal red. Azrathor’s rhythm grew savage. His cock swelled even larger inside her, the ridges locking against her walls. “Take my infernal seed, sacrifice!” With a bellow that shook the chapel walls, he came, releasing thick, molten cum--literally burning with hellfire--erupted in powerful jets straight into her womb. Rope after rope flooded her, bloating her belly visibly. The heat was overwhelming, pushing her into a final, soul-shattering orgasm. Elara screamed as her body accepted the demonic load, the excess seed squirting out around his cock in steaming white rivers.

I wanted nothing more than to reach out to them, to pull them in closer, but I wasn't the one in charge. Anatoli slipped four fingers of his other hand into my pussy, alternating pumping in and out of both holes. And all the while, his tongue licked in a practiced manner, driving me to new heights of pleasure then pulling back. Starting again. Pulling back. "Please." Another begging word from my mouth. Another ripple of electricity. Another desperate cry to be allowed to come. "Are you ready for more?" Florian asked. I could feel his fingers dancing around my breast. I was so aroused, my nipples aching to the point I cried out in need. "Yes. Yes!"

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

“Just leave i don’t want to hurt you tonight.” “I’ll do anything,” I begged, voice cracking. “Just tell me what you want i’ll do it.” He gave me that mocking smirk I hadn’t seen in days — the sharp, dangerous one that always made my stomach twist with both fear and filthy needs. “Figure it out yourself.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a slow, deliberate flick,the flame illuminated his sharp jawline and dark eyes for a second before he took a long drag.

The city lights sparkled like diamonds against the darkening sky as Benson carried Natasha naked, marked with welts and love bites, skin flushed and glowing into the hidden elevator. The descent to the private playroom felt sacred, a descent into pure, unfiltered indulgence. The bridging tension that had ignited with those first hungry glances now blazed into an all-consuming inferno.

And then, I would focus on her most intimate parts. I imagined spreading her legs wide, exposing her most private area to the hungry gazes of the pack members. With a cruel smile, I would insert a large bottle into her vagina, stretching her to her limits and beyond. I would twist and turn it, ignoring her pleas and cries. The pack would watch, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of horror and excitement, as I defiled her in the most grotesque manner.