Rape Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

"But you sound distressed, Ilius. Is the secondary formula failing?" "The formula is fine," Ilius replies, he sounds completely traumatized. "But since you are an Angel of Wisdom, Raphael, perhaps you can answer a question for me. Can a piece of women's lingerie be considered a medical treatment?" "...Excuse me?" Raphael asks, his holy voice faltering. Ilius sighs heavily, completely ignoring the angel's pure, innocent boundaries. "The werewolf brought back a piece of pink lingerie from his last rampage. He guards it like a rabid dog. He sniffs it. He licks it. He refuses to let anyone touch it."

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I released a soft breath, then reached up to caress my breasts, pinching the nipple roughly then caressing the tender flesh. “You're doing so amazing. Such a natural.” He praised, gripping the black leather couch tightly. He's almost a little breathless. My focus becomes his mouth and I imagine it penetrating me. But after watching a few seconds, something changed and his expression hardened. Then the sounds behind me increased and a television set played the hot entanglement of a gangbang. A man and a woman, women rubbing against each other and men fucking themselves. I gasped as my gaze focused on the man railing into the woman's back. The sound of their sex slapping against each other whi

The exchange pulled me under, my breaths shallow and my body arching slightly on the couch as the fantasy wrapped around me like his arms. The chat intensified with his reply, “Good boy, keep going. Imagine me thrusting into you fast and deep, your moans echoing like they did last night, until you're screaming my name and coming undone.” Rafael’s words hit like sparks, making my strokes quicken, the pressure building as I pictured his face twisted in pleasure, his hand working his own length in that sterile restroom, the thrill of the forbidden act heightening every sensation. Emboldened by Rafael's words, I glanced around the room, my heart pounding as I spotted the small tube of hand lotio

Her nymph trait had her on edge, her body craving more, the fantasy so vivid she could almost feel their cocks inside her, stretching her, claiming her. The dream shifted again, Delilah on her knees now, sucking Eli's cock while Zeke took her from behind and Damien played with her nipples. "You're our slut," they chanted in her mind, the words degrading and arousing. She curled her fingers inside herself, hitting that sweet spot as her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple until it hurt. "Yes, mark me—make me yours," she begged in her fantasy, her real body shaking as an orgasm built. The room smelled of her arousal, a heady scent that filled the air as she fucked herself harde

Aiden says. “Yup, but by really horny I mean we will need some serious fortification and elixir to increase stamina because she is just days away from craving our touches and our cocks constantly. She doesn’t want kids yet, so mom gave me herbs,” Raff explains and I feel his disappointment as he sinks against me. “Tomorrow is fetish night at the club. If we are all there and she gets out of hand, will she go after any cock?” Aiden asks. “Oh, she will go after cock or pussy if ours aren’t available, so I suggest we be available,” Raff says.

"Because you're mine to torture." He slams me back to the ground,his heavy body crushing me against the pointy rocks. He flips me around and holds me down by pressing his knee on my spine, tears roll down my face and drop to the ground,my breasts ache,the roughness of the ground bruising them as he moves his hand between my legs,he rubs my pussy in hard rough strokes,I cry and sob and shout. The clinking of a belt increases my panic "No,no,no please no." "And finally,I fulfill my rape fantasy."

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

“All right. I’ll tell you something about myself, then you can tell me about one of your fantasies. Do we have a deal?” “How about I ask you about the things I want to know, then I tell you one of my fantasies?” “Clever girl. Always ask for specifics.” I nodded my thanks. “Deal. But I start first. What’s one of your fantasies, Wren?” Biting my bottom lip, I stared him straight in the face when I said, “Voyeurism. I like to watch other people fuck.” He chuckled darkly, his cock jerking against my foot, where he still held it in his lap. “You’d love my club then. I can already see you dressed in lingerie, watching as another woman is pleasured by a man.”