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“Fuck me, Jake. Fill Mommy’s cunt while I keep eating my baby girl.” Jake didn’t hesitate. He gripped her wide hips and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Sarah cried out into my pussy as he bottomed out, balls-deep. The force pushed her face harder against me. He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together.

The dirt was cold and rough against my back, leaves sticking to my skin. “You can scream all you want, hot stuff,” Griffin sneered, unzipping his trousers. “This is Bloodmoon. No one is coming to save you.” The sound of his zipper made bile rise in my throat. My body shook uncontrollably. I could smell him—sweat, alcohol, blood. It made me want to gag. My chest heaved with even more fear and panic clawing through me until I thought I’d choke on it. “So fucking clean,” he muttered as he crouched before me. His eyes burned with lust when they met with my exposed thighs.

I was on Grindr looking for a hook up. I had been horny all day and was hoping to have someone stop by my house on their way home from work for a blowjob. After a few flakes, I finally found 2 guys to come over. I had some bisexual p**n playing for their entertainment since they both admitted to being married. I waited naked and excited. When the first guy arrived, I led him to the living room so he could watch the p**n. I pulled down his pants and underwear.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

“Yeah, hopefully they don’t cause problems here, they don’t see things the way the Berserkers do, all they want is battles, sex and booze.” I nodded, “they know their orders and they would never betray Odin. I don’t think we have to worry about it.” “I’ll wait up for the others to return. You need the rest more than me.” Thana pointed out, looking at my arm. “Thanks, Thana.” I yawned. “Hopefully, I can get rid of this cast tomorrow.” “No problem.” She smiled. I headed into my tent, stripped to my bra and panties, and got into my sleeping bag. Falling asleep was harder than I had expected. I kept going over everything from the nightclub and the vampire’s image kept popping up in my head.

If it meant they had to tear my home to shreds, then, so be it. I was numb and Frank was dead. He was actually dead! It just didn’t make sense. Who would want to drain Frank’s blood? Why would someone drain Frank’s blood? I couldn’t believe my ears when I overhead the investigators talking with Jim about other similar cases that occurred over the last few months. Other similar cases? Other people were drained of their blood? I’d had no idea. Apparently, the press wasn’t privy to all that happened. If something like this appeared on the news it would have surely been the talk of the diner.

Kiran poured our drinks and we clinked our glasses together in a toast. “Are you scared yet?” Malachi asked me. “About what?” “A girl. All those boys out there,” he said and I got that look in my eyes and Kiran started to laugh. “That’s it. I’m moving. All those dead bodies buried in the forest. He’ll make Seward famous for disappearing teen boys at the height of their hormones,” Kiran said. “It won’t be that bad,” I said and Malachi laughed. “You should have seen Kiran at seventeen,” he said and Kiran choked on his drink.