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I spit on her asshole, then on her cheeks, and smeared my saliva all over her. And then she came for me long and loud, soaking my hand as she gushed for me. Her pussy juices sprayed out of her, and I opened my mouth, drinking it all down. “That’s my pretty girl.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, then along her smooth pussy, smearing her pussy cream and my saliva all over her bare skin. With one more lick to her anus, I rose and notched my cockhead to her puckered asshole. She was so tight and clenched for me as I started pushing in.

Did the candles clean the books without stress? Wow! Her fingers moved through the werewolf books that seemed to be about mating. She chuckled slightly. Werewolves did like love more than was normal. She slightly wondered how they really lived with rejection. Hearing of the outcomes was different from experiencing it personally. Clarissa walked over to the other shelf adjacent to the one she had seen the mate books. That was when she saw a particular book that was green and had a keyhole. She shifted the candle on it and noted that it said, ‘Understanding the war between the werewolves and witches’ in bold red letters. She felt like her body was pulling in different directions, and the desir

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“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

Hope flickers only in the stories reaching north: that perhaps here, in Silverpine, wolf and witch might find some shield in their strange, uneasy alliance. They do not come alone. In their wake shuffle others—refugees drawn to the last lights left burning. Two young witches, faces red and blistered, their hands burned where they tried to pull their mother away from the consuming emptiness. The girls shiver in silence, refusing bread, eyes fixed on spaces no one else can see, having watched their mother simply dissolve into air as she wrapped them in her arms and tried to shield them from the void.

“Ale… please let me go. You came here to do that, didn’t you? I’m overheating, Ale. I’m in heat, and being here is torturing me.” “That’s none of my business.” “Ale, please... find someone out there and bring him here. Tell him I’ll give him something for free,” she said. “Please... I’m suffering like this, Ale, please. I won’t ask for having sex Ben, or Jeremiah. I won’t ask for Kyle either. I need another person. Awarrior, please...” I just gave a cynical smile and remembered how she’d always done this. Sleeping with random men every time she was in heat, and even with Kyle, as well as the men who used to be close to me.

Even as I witnessed this scene, I had already resolved to leave. But the pain—the unbearable pain—refused to subside. It felt as if my chest was being crushed, my heart writhing in agony. In the haze of their passion, I closed my eyes and reached out with my mind, calling upon the High Priestess of the Misty Forest. "High Priestess, I am ready to return, to resume my life as a witch, and to inherit your position." "Are you certain?" Her voice was laced with anticipation. "That's wonderful. Among all the witches, you are the most exceptional. If you return, you will become the next High Priestess of the Misty Forest!"

With her back in front of me, I gripped her hair and dragged her body towards me, entered her quickly and thrust inside of her as I choked her neck. “This pussy felt so good, Alicent. You were so fucking good, damn you.” Her butt was clear and no traces of any mark. I would sometimes fondle her butt and spank it. “That’s right, step bro! Spank me, ah! Fuck! Your cock is just so good and huge!” Our sweats were already all over the sheets in the sofa and yet not even once we did care about it. All I cared about was her wet pussy. “I want to fuck your ass, Alicent.” I whispered in her ear then bit it a little.

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voice I didn’t recognize spoke up. His voice demanding respect without yelling. “Listen up little girl. You don’t make demands here. Now, I’ll ask one more time. Who are you and why are you here?” “FUCK YOU” spat Kiara with an intense growl. “ I don’t know why you entertain these trespassers Kirian. This one clearly is a bloodsucker. She’s already threatened to drain us dry. We need to dispose of her and her wolf friends.” Said a second man’s voice full of disdain. “ First off nobody will do anything unless I say” this time a voice of a woman chimed in. Hmm, that must be the one in charge. “Has anyone tried talking to her male companions?” asked the same voice “ someone fucked up on the dos