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She could no longer hold herself back as she walked up with a few people beside her and asked Fane, “Hey handsome, you’re Fane, right? Can I add you on WeChat?” Fane felt awkward as he replied, “Sorry, I’m not into these sorts of things!” “Oh please, you’re only with that wealthy lady for money, right? “Just tell me, how much does she give you per month? I’ll double it!” She then continued, “But I’m still a virgin and I’ve never given ‘that’ a thought… So, we’ll take it slow, alright?” Fane almost passed out from that remark. He, a proud guardian of Cathysia, an honorable Supreme Warrior, was actually being…

Chapter 4 Cat’s POV The ceiling fan was still spinning slowly in lazy circles when my eyelids fluttered open. My body felt heavy, deliciously used, like I've been railed nonstop till I passed out. The sunlight slices through the half opened curtains, hitting directly to the damp spot on the duvet right between my legs. I stretched long and slow, with my arms above my head, my back arching off the mattress. A dull ache settled between the lower part of my belly. My pussy throbbed once, hard like it was reminding me that we weren't done yet.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.” A fictionalized confession. A Dom’s slow surrender to a shadowy admirer. A figure who watched from the edges, sent gifts, knew her body like a map, and promised nothing but ruin. She tagged it: #fiction. #maybe. #dangerouslove. It was read 4,400 times in the first hour. At midnight, a comment appeared. From FoxGlove-44. “I love when you write about me.” Her hands went cold. Part VI – Red Ribbon Dreams

Everywhere she looked, it was her and Damian. Major entertainment news accounts and fan pages were all posting about them, with wild rumors circulating. Even fan fiction of them was dominating the charts. Furthermore, some fans had stayed up all night drawing fanart of her and Damian, and it was being shared widely. The fan fiction stories that were published on various sites were all capitalizing on the sudden surge of attention. She had a huge collection of fan art now. Chelsea's mind spun as she scrolled. She occasionally glanced at Tobey's expression. When she saw his scowl deepening, she couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

Lila Voss. The name had stopped him cold. It matched the girl his PA had looked into after he stumbled across a dedicated anonymous fan page years ago. She had always defended him fiercely during controversies, always believed in him when others left. She was constant and loyal with her engagement and support to him and that intrigued him. For the first time, someone gave him real strength during his darkest days. He always looked forward to her posts without even realizing it. Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days.