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“All the way down. We’re going to fill this cunt tonight. Breed you right here where anyone could drive past.” The words hit both of them. Liora’s hips stuttered. Nate’s grip tightened. She began to move, rising and dropping in a steady rhythm while Maddox’s breeding talk continued in a low, constant stream, how they would keep her full, how the next load would sit deep inside her, and how he wanted to see her walk out of the lot dripping with both of them. Nate’s control frayed fast. He thrust up to meet her, harder than usual, with his eyes locked on her face.

I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me. I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained

“Did you see Miss Voss in Lit today?” “Bro, her body is insane. Decent clothes, but nothing can hide those huge breasts and that nice ass.” “She’s the reason I’m suddenly loving Literature.”

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My back was against a wall and I had Marti sitting on the floor between my legs with her back to me. Her blouse was easy enough to remove. There were only a half dozen buttons that were large and easy to manipulate. I pulled the sleeves off her arms one at a time. I tried not to look but my eyes were drawn to Marti's breasts like iron filings to a magnet. Her breasts were large and firm. They had aureoles that were easily two inches in diameter with nipples the diameter of my little finger. I cupped a breast in each hand and gently squeezed each nipple between a thumb and forefinger. Marti moaned again. For a second I expected another attack of the dry heaves. "God, that feels good," she mum

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it. No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perfect. I headed straight to the Rare Books section, the one Dr. Marcus Hale guarded like a treasure. I chose my usual spot; a wooden table tucked between towering shelves and I spread out my notes. But my real prize was waiting for me right on the shelf, a leather-bound book I’d discovered two weeks ago. Shadows of Desire by Marcus Hale. My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures.

There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE. "Seriously?" he muttered. It was a cringe-worthy title, the kind found on the bottom shelf of a bargain bookstore. Yet, it had snagged his curiosity. He cracked the cover, and a flush of heat crept up his neck. The first page was… vulgar. Profanity-laced and graphically crude. He nearly slammed it shut. What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection?