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shrieked Aiora as Ellthan's big and long one rubbed against hers. Aiora is too limp to rebel. Aiora is eager to swear because hers feels wet and itchy down there as if she wants to be satisfied. "Load it dear!" Ellthan whispered low again chewing Aiora's lips trying to make Aiora drift in his game. Aiora groaned because Ellthan was very good at kissing him, making him lulled into forgetting that he was being raped instead of making love until Aiora's eyes were forced open because he felt something down there wanted to enter him.

Chapter 164: The Under-City Vanguard The descent into the Lower Districts was like dropping down the gullet of a dying beast. While the Upper District hid behind its high marble facades and the fragrant illusion of Marcus’s lavender-scented order, the lower wards bled openly. The alchemical fire from the ruptured refinery had seeped deep into the central aqueducts, turning the gutters into sloshing channels of iridescent turquoise flame. Greenish, toxic smoke hung low over the narrow cobblestone alleys, forcing Natalia and Lyra to tie wet rags across their noses and mouths just to breathe.

My body remembered that too well. Alpha Jacob’s gaze flicked toward me. “You will be fed properly here.” I lowered my eyes. I did not know why that simple sentence made my chest feel tight. We kept walking. As we passed another corridor, he said, “The omegas and lower-ranking servants live on the lower floors. The upper floors are for higher-ranked wolves, guests and members of the main family.” That made sense. It was the same in many packs, though Fireblood seemed far stricter about order and rank than Silvercrest. Even the way the servants moved told me that.

Cassie gasped, hips jerking. “First one, elf,” he growled, pumping slow and deep. “Tell me.” “I… I stole three lip glosses from Sephora last month,” she whimpered, rocking into his hand. “Bad girl.” He curled his fingers, stroked her G-spot once. “Next.” “I sent nudes in the break room mirror… showed my tits to half the staff group chat.” He added a third finger, stretching her wide, thumb circling her clit. “Dirty little slut,” he praised darkly. “More.”

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

“Come on, ladies. The real exhibition is starting below deck.” Below deck was a labyrinth of dimly lit cabins transformed into what looked like a sex playground. Silk sheets draped over furniture, candles flickering, and the air was thick with the scent of incense and arousal. Guests moved in fluid groups, touching, kissing, exploring. It was an orgy; unapologetic, consensual and electric. My heart raced as I watched a man and two women entwine on a plush couch, their moans blending with the yacht’s gentle rock.

The yacht’s engines purred as we anchored in the most secluded cove yet, a hidden paradise surrounded by towering cliffs, crystal caves, and a private lagoon that glowed turquoise under the morning sun. I stood completely naked on the main deck, my body still marked and leaking from yesterday’s relentless use. Cum from dozens of loads had dried on my skin, my pussy and ass were swollen and sore, but the moment Damien stepped behind me and pressed his hard cock against my ass, I was dripping again.

I imagined Lavanya's reaction; if she heard what I said, would she pinch my hand or hit me with a pillow? "I never thought I'd have sex with my mate on a sheet of blooming flowers." I touch the smooth and comfortable sheets. Did Lavanya purposefully have sex with me for the first time in her room? I took a look at the six dolls in the glass display. They became one of witnesses to their owner engaging in bed sports with her mate. Their owner was an adult, not a little girl anymore. The Purple Sea Pack is massive, six times the territory area of ​​my pack. I saw how vast and beautiful the Purple Sea Pack was from the balcony of Lavanya's room on the third floor. The fourth floor of this house

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

Maddox I watched him, my cock still throbbing, thick and heavy with the satisfaction of having utterly claimed him. Hayden’s tight, slick asshole was still slick with my cum, little rivulets weeping from the depths I’d just filled. The sheer sight of him, bent over the desk, a testament to my power, was intoxicating. He was practically drowning in my seed, so much so that it was already cascading down his thighs, pooling on the polished tiled floor beneath him.