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Riley cried out, fingers tangling in his hair as the house seemed to groan around them. “Ohh… fuck… just like that!” Elias added two thick fingers, curling them perfectly while sucking her clit. The adrenaline made every sensation sharper. Riley came hard, thighs clamping around his head, her scream echoing through the empty mansion. He rose up, freeing his massive cock… thick, veined, and rock-hard. “No more teasing. I’m claiming this pussy right here where the dead can watch.” Elias positioned himself and thrust in deep, stretching her walls with one powerful stroke. Riley arched off the bed, nails digging into his back. He fucked her raw and relentless, the old bed creaking violently bene

However, after hearing them over and over, they started to make a twisted kind of sense. Today, though, I watched him toss aside all restraint for his Rosa, his moonlit dream, and dive headlong into obsession. The shock hit me like a slap, freezing me in place. Then, out of nowhere, Rosa shoved me, sending me sprawling to the ground without a chance to brace myself.

"Ja, ich mag mein fleisch roh und salzig." Onyx coughed and he gulped down his wine. The server took their order, and Ophelia smirked slyly. (Yes, I like my meat raw and salty.) Ophelia was slicing through the piece of steak when a warm hand rested on her knee. "You like it raw, don't you?" He asked, smirking, as his fingers slid higher, bringing the dress up with it until his hand rested on her bare thigh. His hand was warm and rough, and as much as she hated admitting it, she liked his hand resting on her thigh, rubbing small circles on the inner side of her thigh beneath the table in a fancy restaurant.

The crowd pressed around a circular pit in the center where two men were already circling each other, bloodied and brutal. "This is insane," Arabelle shouted over the roar of the crowd. "I know! Isn't it great?" Clara's eyes were bright with excitement. They found a spot near the bar with a decent view of the fight. The energy was intoxicating—the crowd's bloodlust, the crack of fist against bone, the primal savagery of it all. Arabelle had seen violence before, but this was different. Raw. Unfiltered. "You want something to drink?" Clara asked. "Just water for now."

Penelope decided to leave the celebration early as it had become too noisy for her and she also did not appreciate the scene of drunk men shamelessly fondling women in front of everyone, so she excused herself and returned to her quarters. When the celebration was finally over the head alpha returned to his quarters where found Penelope laying in bed with a book in her hands. His eyes were now glued on her as he quietly observed the omega, when she finally noticed his presence Penelope stood up from the bed and bowed before her husband. Alpha Reynolds walked towards the bed and stood in front of his wife, his eyes roaming over her exposed collarbones, he squatted down to her level and looked

We caught him off guard, our claws raking across his chest, tearing through the dark energy that surrounded him. The Overlord hissed in pain, staggering back as black blood oozed from the wound. But instead of retreating, he snarled, his hands igniting with even more dark flames. He slammed them into the ground, and the earth itself cracked and split beneath us, massive fissures opening up as the battlefield became a hellscape of molten rock and searing energy. The ground beneath our feet gave way, and we fell into the abyss. The heat was unbearable, scorching our fur as we tumbled through the darkness. But even as we fell, I could feel Raphael’s strength beside me, his presence anchoring me

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

Rondolf's eyes confirmed who he was speaking for. Rulla fell silent. She didn't have anything to say. "Tomorrow at your welcoming party, I will announce your pregnancy too." Rondolf tugged Rula by the shoulder, fixing his gaze only on her. "That's a present that will complete their happiness, Rula." Rula could only smile. What else could she do? Refuse? Rula has come this far. She leaves Ondelle Haven and becomes the first human living among werewolves who eat raw meat. It sounds terrible.

Amma responded with a gentle smile, a testament to her unconditional love and desire to bring joy to her daughter. The shopkeeper's gaze lingered on Rithanya, curiosity and perhaps amusement evident in his eyes. Amidst the piles of watermelons, Rithanya made her choices clear, articulating her desires. "I want red watermelons to take home. And three glasses of Cane Juice. And one slice of pepper-topped watermelon to eat now." Her requests carried a newfound sense of assertion, an assertion of her preferences and an assertion of her right to savor life's simple pleasures.