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I felt every spurt — warm, claiming — filling me until it leaked out around his cock and ran down my ass onto the couch. He pulled out slowly, his come leaking out of me in thick white streams. Lila leaned down and licked it up, her tongue sliding through my folds, tasting both of us mixed together. The sight made my pussy clench again. We collapsed together on the couch, bodies slick with sweat, the three of us tangled in a sweaty, satisfied pile. My best friend’s father and mother had just ruined me in their own living room while she was out with friends. The guilt was there, but so was the addiction.

Room 205. [Vampire Progenitor — Liviel]: Tomorrow! My application passed, so I'm bringing my familiars over tonight! I don't even type a new reply. I just hit copy-paste and send the exact same response to both of them: [Death God — Rea]: Okay sweetie! Fake voices and perfect disguises aren't just parlor tricks for me. They're basic survival skills. I head straight to the elite dorms. Room 205. I hit the buzzer.

The heart of the Prometheus pulsated with a rhythmic, rhythmic violet light, echoing the urgency of the 144-hour countdown. Scarlett stood before the "Neural Link" pod, her jade brush resting on the console, its tip glowing with a mixture of ink and liquid fiber. Caleb sat inside the pod, the silver tattoos on his skin flickering like dying stars. The "Sleep Command" from the probe had been temporary, but the "Backdoor" was still wide open, a gaping wound in his soul that the Creators could exploit at any moment.

Three months of talking dirty to a ghost. That’s what it felt like. Three months of spilling my guts, my deepest, darkest, most fucked-up fantasies, to a faceless name on a screen: ‘Master’. It started on a whim, a lonely, horny night scrolling through a dating app I was too scared to actually use for dating. I’d swiped right on a profile that was just black silk and a single, commanding line: “Tell me what you need.”

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

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"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g

“I think we’d better hurry.” Ru was walking already and Lyric’s words didn’t cause her to pause, but she did raise an eyebrow before asking, “Why is that?” “Just a feeling.” Before Ru could comment, there was a scurrying sound up in the loft area. Ru stopped and looked up. Across the ceiling, a black shadow began to creep. The form reminded her of a large lizard, but this one had two heads. “What the hell is that?” “That… is a Creeper,” Lyric replied, stepping up beside her. “And where there’s one, there’s a thousand.”

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV