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he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

I tried moving, but curiosity took over, and I stayed to watch him cum, that was a site I had never seen. Then it happened. He closed his eyes even tighter, and continued pummeling, his breathing getting more raged. His body went still, his face twisting in release, and the sight shattered something in me. I gasped, my breath betraying me. . I watched in fascination, as jets of cum spilled out, landing on his arm and belly, and that was my undoing. I was drenched. His grunts of pleasure, the way he kept on screaming “fuck” with every outpour, the extremely squeezed close eyes made me know he was completely satisfied, and that did things to me.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

Heat built in my chest, not fire, something older maybe ancient. I thrust my hand up and a pulse of light burst from my palm, burning through the creatures skull. The hollowed collapsed leaving only the hiss of rain on burning flesh. I couldn't do much but lay there shaking, staring at my hand. "What was that?" Scarlet gasped, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me up with her. "I don't," my voice caught, "I don't know."

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

Just this once. She answered. With a loud grunt, I pulled hard so hard it felt like my arms were being torn apart. My wrists ripped free from the chains, skin tearing, pain shooting through me like fire. It was enough to drive someone insane but I didn’t have time to cry or feel it. I had to move. I rushed to Logan’s wardrobe, grabbed the first clothes I could find, threw them on, and ran straight outside, heart pounding. I didn’t know what to expect. But what I saw… Was far worse than anything I ever imagined.

“Because being unconscious for hours is not a crime.” Alex let out a sharp, humorless scoff. “Oh, you’ll see it for yourself.” His hands trembled, not slightly, but enough that his phone nearly slipped from his grip. He caught it just in time, jaw tightening as he unlocked it. For a second, he hesitated, like he wasn’t ready to relive what he was about to show. Then he turned the screen toward them. The video played, and silence fell. It was heavy and suffocating as

It was Mother-Grief. ​"You talk about the 'Fans' like they’re a swarm," Nora shouted, her flute glowing with a violent, unstable white light. "But the Readers... the real ones... they didn't vote for a Re-Boot! They voted for Us!" ​She raised the flute to her lips. She didn't play a melody. She played the "Song of the Un-Published." She reached into the golden soil—into the very essence of her father—and pulled out the raw, un-edited pain of the 129 chapters they had survived.