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My screams made him go feral and in one swift movement,he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy,not relenting one bit. He increased his thrusts as my screams grew louder and louder. His whip landed on my stomach,my breasts, leaving trails of dark red marks as they landed and somewhere in my mind,I wondered if mom and dad were fucking or wondering what was going on in here. The end.

“Where is Lexi?” Zane thundered, his voice causing Red to shiver in fear. “She disappeared while sucking my cock.” Light admitted. They had heard Mike and Gem’s screaming, and right now, they couldn't hear them anymore. They were uncertain if their friends had died or were just unconscious from too much fuck. His gaze was icy as he stared down the demons. He didn't fear death. What terrified him was the thought of watching Reed die because of his foolish idea of fucking demons.

“Torture sex.” Another wave of shock hit me. “Torture sex? But why?” “If you can handle sexual pain, you can handle anything else.” I thought for a second, and he was right. “Sounds crazy, right?” “This is craziest thing I have ever heard.” “Welcome to Doxante magic. We would be having two intense sessions tomorrow and next, and you should be expecting your pussy being stretched to the limits and your body reaching the limits of it's orgasm too!”

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

Danica's nervousness, which had been gradually fading, returned. She knew Joshua would never hurt her but she couldn't stop thinking negatively. Various bad scenarios are entering her mind. They were in a place she was unfamiliar with. They are just off the side of the road, but it appears that very few cars pass by. And the darkness makes it difficult to notice if a vehicle passes by. Joshua said very casually, "Get out." It doesn't go with his hostile demeanor.

Tyler suddenly said. Sandra suddenly faced Tyler swiftly with a shocked expression. "Even you too? Are you being for real right now? What's wrong with everyone or am I the crazy one?" "Nope! I was actually kidding. How can such things exist? They are only fictional," Tyler suddenly changed his answer and his wolf felt bad immediately. He doesn't just want to freak her out and she would never stop asking him questions. "Exactly my point, she mentioned this particular stuff to me last week. She said she was reading fantasy books about werewolves and told me that werewolves are real. I thought she was joking not until today, the seriousness in her face says it all and it's really bothering her.

Off course, what else would you expect from a dark, scary jungle. She was afraid. She heard voices. Voices, not of normal insects but weird voices. Voices of someone's wispering. They were loud enough to be heard but too fast to know what was being spoken. She was already sweating in this cold temperature. She didn't knew whether the chills running in her spine were because of cold or fear?

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni