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Nathan’s hands on him and the moanful sounds they made. I stood on shaky legs and headed straight to my bedroom. I need to get out of these clothes and wash off. I strip down to nothing, tossing my clothes in a pile. Saw my reflection in the mirror. Same body Jake touched yesterday morning before work. Same cheeks he kissed. The same person he promised he loved. All lies from the fucking pity of hell. Everything was just a damn lie. I climbed onto my bed, pulling the covers around me but I can’t seem to get over what happened earlier on.

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“Take my gown off.” I lifted my head. My teeth caught the zipper pull at her side. I pulled slowly downward. The zipper parted with a soft rasp. She lifted her hips. I hooked my teeth into the fabric. Pulled. The gown slid down her thighs. She kicked it off. Naked completely now. I looked up at her. “May I touch you, Master?” She smiled. “You may not. But I will use you.” She lowered herself. Pussy brushed my cock. Wet. Hot.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Story 4 Title: Artist’s Muse Blurb: Lena, an art student, agrees to model for enigmatic painter DamienCross, known for his sensual, provocative work. As she disrobes, Damien instructs her in how to pose, breathe, and expose hervulnerabilities, not just her body. Each session becomes more intense,as their connection deepens into obsession. The canvas isn’t the only place Damien explores her, soon, their bodies and emotions become intertwined in a passionate, reckless affair.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

Chapter 4: Bonds Unbroken The Venetian night wrapped the city in a cloak of shimmering lights and gentle canal whispers as I stood alone for a moment on the expansive terrace of the Rossi penthouse. The cool breeze carried the salty tang of the sea and the faint melody of a distant violin, but it did little to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. My body still sang from the relentless passion of the past days, every subtle ache and fading mark on my skin a testament to how deeply the three Rossi brothers had woven themselves into my life. The red gala gown from earlier lay crumpled inside like a shed skin of my old identity. Now, clad only in a sheer black silk robe that clung to m

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

The fact that grown men appreciated my beauty and my petite body then and they were also comfortable with sharing their own naked body with me was priceless. I used most of the money I got from chatting with them to buy very sexy clothes that covered all the parts of my body except my private parts. From bikinis to crop tops and skirt or gowns with very high slits. My collection was endless. Because of my extra hours on the phone, I did not make physical friends. I rather rot in front of my phone screen and giggle over sexual jokes than talk to people in my school. I could not have cared less, they were all faked by the way.