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Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

I gasped out, my voice all shaky and desperate while my hands grabbed at her full ass cheeks, pulling her down so her dripping bare pussy lips could slide messily against the soaked front of my jeans. Ara kept rocking her slippery folds along my seam, her big tits bouncing heavy with every move as she grinned that wicked way. “That was Lustfire, baby. Just a little sex enhancer to turn your sloppy pussy into a dripping desperate mess and make you hornier than you have ever been. Feel it burning deep in your cunt? Good girl. Now shut the fuck up and take this wet pussy on yours.” We lost it completely after that. The Lustfire made everything feel twenty times stronger, like every nerve in my

Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends. His kiss felt familiar, like it wasn’t our first time. He kissed me like he was claiming me. Shit. I wanted it to keep going. And it did. His hands found my neck and pulled me in closer. Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. Yes, I was horny. Wishing for more. His wandering hand found its way under my crop top, lingering just below my boobs. I wanted it to move higher. I shouldn’t have but I wanted it to.

It was like chewing air—it satisfied momentarily, but left the hunger even greater, a deep craving for real flesh, someone else's sweat, and hot cum. Panting, Carla sat up in bed, her legs trembling, her heart pounding hard in her chest. "Days without fucking turn me into this, damn it. Endless meetings with those suited assholes leave me dry during the day, but at night... at night I turn into a hungry slut, ready for any cock that shows up," she thought, recalling the previous day. Flashback to the office: seated in a glass-walled conference room, surrounded by tie-wearing executives discussing mergers and acquisitions, Carla had felt the lust surge out of nowhere, perhaps the smell of mas

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE” Luca stood over me, shirt gone, cross swinging between carved abs. Mara knelt at his feet, silver collar shining, and mouth wrapped around his cock—thick, veined, angry—sucking slow and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin onto the floor. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Time to wake the slut,” she purred, crawling up my body, fingers digging into my thighs, and spreading me wider. Luca grabbed the handheld 8K.

A collective gasp swept through the room. The System let out a satisfied purr inside my mind. "Look at that, Layla. He's begging you. Now, do exactly as I told you—reject him. Tell him you'll never forgive him. Tell him you never loved him. Make him hate you. That way, we can completely reset his affection level back to zero, and nobody gets to leave. Otherwise…" It paused, letting out a threatening laugh. "Even if you complete the mission, I'll kill you. We'll go down together!"

he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure. Her breath hitched, caught in her throat like a bird trapped in a cage of nerves. With widened eyes, she gazed at him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm in her chest. "Ma…mas…mast… Master," she stuttered, each syllable a struggle to release the words tethered to her tongue. Her gaze fell to her lap, where her trembling hands sought solace, fingers entwining in a silent plea for reassurance. She was pure and innocent but deep down she understood his desire. The weight of her emotions hung heavy in the air, the room

He said with his full attention this time but is still looking at his back. I was speechless for a second, though I am not so sure if that's something he should be proud of. "It's not the forced relationships that became the reason. It's LUST. Have you considered that?" This time I tried to talk back to him. "No. Because unlike you, I do not thirst for sex and do it as an exchange for pieces of information. I'd like to obey, be polite, and be a gentleman that a woman needs." He replied and continued walking downstairs where the ambulance was waiting.

This was how it was theorized that the system had been existing for so long. The great and mysterious entity was called Promiscuity System' — officially. It was like a devil from dark fantasy stories, feeding on its hosts' evilness while letting them fulfill the desires of their heart. Its AIs always attached themselves to people that were only one inch away from breaking due to despair, hopelessness, fear, sadness, or anger. Then once these people did the wrong choice of accepting the system in their lives, it would lead them to a path of no return, accelerating the death of their morality and reason.... Until only insanity and a deep desire to destroy their lives and others' lives remain..