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I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

It was a scene straight from the most vivid of her fantasies. “This is what I offer,” Sorin said, now standing close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his body. “Every fantasy given form. Every desire fulfilled. Your world is grey, little librarian. I can make it blaze with colour. All I ask in return is what you will not miss in your long, mundane life. Your soul.” It was a monstrous proposition. But his voice was a caress, and his eyes promised pleasures she could barely conceive. The warmth in her belly had become a throbbing ache between her legs. She was already wet, her body betraying her with its immediate, fervent consent.

Something was very wrong with me for wanting this so badly, or maybe, for the first time in months, something was finally right. He was older than me. I registered that even through the haze of the dream. Tall, broad-shouldered, carved from every dark fantasy I had never dared admit I possessed. His presence filled the room, heavy and commanding. The way he looked down at me made something deep in my belly clench hard—predator and prey, and I was willingly walking into his jaws. I had only ever seen one man naked in real life: Ethan. Pale, average, quick to soften. This stranger was something else entirely. The thick outline beneath the towel left no room for doubt. My mouth went dry.

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch. “Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

The kind I’d whispered about in the dark when I touched myself alone—fantasies I’d never told my cheating ex because he would’ve laughed or finished in thirty seconds anyway. I shifted under him, clenching around his cock just to feel him twitch. “Alex…” He lifted his head, eyes dark and curious. “Yeah?” I bit my lip, heart pounding harder than it had all night. “I… I want more but rougher. I love it when it’s rough. Hands tied. Fucked hard. Like you’re using me. I’ve wanted it like that for so long.” His cock thickened instantly inside me. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

Just the wind brushing the surface of the court. “I don’t want to choose between you and Dante. I want both of you. I know it sounds mad, like some fairytale poly fantasy. But I’ve thought about it, and it makes sense. We all want each other. And I know you might be scared, or think Dante and I still have unfinished business, but... it’s not about old feelings. It’s about the new ones we’ve built. All three of us.” Taiga’s shoulders stiffened. His lips parted, then shut. His eyes dropped to the ground.

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“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.”

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"

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.