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He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

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.

When Jenna came, hard, shuddering, a low cry, Claire drank every drop. They weren’t done. Jenna reached into a canvas bag, pulled out the harness and purple dildo she’d bought online weeks ago, hidden, waiting. Strapped it on while Claire watched, eyes hungry. Claire bent over the bench. Jenna teased first, rubbing the head through slick folds, then thrust in slow, deep. Claire gasped at the stretch, fullness. Jenna started steady, long strokes that hit every spot. One hand rubbed Claire’s clit; the other gripped her hip.

"What did I say about being quiet?" She whimpered against his palm, the dominance in his voice only turning her on more. He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The bookshelf rattled behind her, books continuing to fall as they moved together in desperate, primal rhythm. "Touch yourself," Adrian commanded, removing his hand from her mouth. "I want to feel you come around me." Mara slid her hand between them, her fingers finding her clit. The added stimulation combined with the feeling of him filling her so completely was overwhelming. She felt the orgasm approaching again, faster and more intense than the first.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

Wet sounds echoed, juices dripping down between Lena’s thighs onto the couch. “Look at you,” the man growled, stroking his cock as his eyes stayed locked on them. “Two filthy sluts making each other cum. Don’t hold back. Let it out.” Dora’s breath hitched, her whole body trembling. “I...I’m gonna...fuck, I’m cumming!” Her thighs clenched tight around Lena’s leg as her orgasm ripped through her, pussy flooding Lena’s hand with hot wetness. She cried out loud, grinding down even harder, juices smearing across Lena’s skin.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

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