Novel & Cerita Primal Fetish

I hadn’t fucked this female yet, she was smaller than the other woman and I was sure I would ruin her in the same way as the other. I told them they couldn’t handle me but they insisted the two of them could please me. It began with the first one riding me and this one sitting on my face. Both had cum, but as my frustration of not releasing grew and needed to let the beast out, I had taken charge and became primal almost desperate. As this girl had watched me fuck her friend hard and barbarically with no remorse, she had cowered once I was done with her friend and I told this girl to finish me off. Now she was trying her best to do just that.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“If you really want this dick then answer my question. Tell me what goes on in your club.” “FUCKING IS WHAT GOES ON!” she screamed at him. “It’s a fetish club mostly for yuppies and upper-class folk,” she spoke breathlessly, her eyes blazed at him. “They meet, they socialise, they share themselves out to anyone who wants to fuck them and watch others getting fucked.” Thaddeus felt satisfied with that and thus inserted the crown of his prick between her tight pussy folds. “Ohh yes, oh fuck yes,” Erica cooed while sucking in her breath. “Oooh you know just what I want, baby. Gimme all that dick.”

“He is nothing. You endangered your pack. You endangered every pack.” And then the real voice came. The one that had been waiting. Low. Careful. “And let’s not pretend we don’t know what you are.” My stomach turned. My heart slammed once, hard, like it knew what was coming. “You’re an omega. A male omega.” The air shifted. All eyes were on me now. Like I’d grown a second head. Or like I was something to be put down. “You go into heat,” the man said slowly. “You attract attention. You form bonds with anything that breathes. You’re unstable. You’re vulnerable.”

The red room was back to its vigorous mood, and was much more alive, better than the previous one, two sweating bodies, one hands tied together, and the extension was on the headboard of the bed, his back facing the predator, banging his behind with great force. He can't scream because of the gag ball in his mouth, every time Cafelle push deep forward, his eyes will blurry from tears and can't see a thing from pleasure. He was one of the lower prostitutes in the club where HiVi and Aru worked before. Cafelle will never not touch his elites, since he had a fetishism for BDSM with wild hard leash, and the love for whipping and hitting his sub. Because he can't get excited without playing with

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

However, with everything that's been happening on that continent, all the wars, insurrections and everything else, it wouldn't be the best choice at the moment. When I try to get Hailey to give in to me, she resists bravely. She's a very special woman. I'm experienced in the world of fetishes and I've introduced her to a world she had no idea about. The fun world of make-believe sex. And she loved it. She can pretend to be a prostitute with me, she can pretend to be a maid, she can pretend to be a cheating wife... Everything is fun in the fetish world. It only stops being fun when we sleep together on the second night, and I liked that. Now I have to forget about it because she'll never acce

And somewhere in these woods, men who are waiting. The service calls it “primal play.” A private land trust, thousands of acres of protected forest, catering to women with fantasies too wild for civilization. You book a solo camping trip. You set up in a designated area. And sometime during the night – could be early, could be late, could be just before dawn – they find you. The intake form was extensive. Hard limits. Soft limits. Physical condition. Experience level. Preferred intensity. I checked almost everything. Rough. Very rough. Multiple partners. Outdoor exposure. Primal chase. Breeding.

My internal walls are screaming, crushed between the two twins, while the Feral is forcing me to take every inch of him. I am a whore for the sensation. My brain has stopped trying to make sense of anything. I am just a map of nerves and heat. I am thinking about how unhinged this is, how I am being used by three men at once while a fourth watches, and how I want it to get even dirtier. I want to be ruined until I can't remember how to speak. "Harder," Prime commands. He slaps my ass, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder in the quiet pit. "Break her. Fill her up until she can't take another drop."

“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.