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Lust. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed silently that he would not do what she thought he might. Despite the excruciating, stinging agony on her lips, Alexander did nothing to ease it. Her helpless struggle was all he could focus on as he sat there hovering over her. When he abruptly pulled the heavy cover off her, his eyes darkened instantly; her white dress had ridden up past her knees, exposing her creamy, soft thighs. Seeing her blood-stained chest and gushing lips only fueled his strong, twisted attraction to her. Emma hissed in pain when she felt him forcefully grasp her bare thighs. But she didn't move. It was happening—the horrific thing she feared the absolute most—but she menta

Another grey cock was slapped down between her breasts and used the load of the last husk to lubricate the passage. Alicia pulled two of the creatures closer to her. She worked their cocks faster than before and drew them close to her mouth. The witch leaned forward, even as the other two husks fucked her, and she bobbed her head along the two poles, one after another. Alicia was growing desperate for their cum. The wonderful taste had almost faded from her mouth and she wanted, needed, more of it. And right in her hands were two cocks full of the stuff.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

thought Stella. The evil witches is not like the regular witches. The regular witches are hideous looking, green face, or pasty looking. The evil witches have flawless skin. They have no warts, they have no flaws, and they have no issues with their pretty face. They are beautiful women. They are perfect in every aspects. The evil witches have long black hair with grey eyes. They have pale and white skin. They are gorgeous looking and have natural seductiveness. They have a slender and sexy body that is undeniably attractive. No men could resist them once they sleep with them. That is the evil witches story.

She broke the kiss and her lips travelled on his chest, she licked his Adams apple and he gulped. He was in heaven, he never thought that it will turn out like this. Consent and respond definitely matters. He understood how much she was hiding inside her. Till now it was just him, today she came out from her cage. He want this, he wants this everyday now. Grace haven't realised it yet that she has smudge the blood on lion's mouth now he will feed on her down until he gets satisfied. His grunts filled the room as she ride him. Dominick orgasmed quicker than he has ever done. He grunted in satisfaction and flipped her on the bed, he started thrusting inside her not letting his hardness die. Gr

I asked, transfixed by the odd display. “Hmm,” Lucinda sighed. Her lips brushed my ear lobe. Her breasts were still smooshed into my back. She held me tightly around the collar bone. “You like that, Lycan King? You like watching the witches dance?” “I wouldn’t call that dancing,” I spat out. They were all rubbing each other.Grinding their naked bodies together. Some rubbed and pinched their own breasts; some rubbed and kneaded other witch’s breasts. They all had the same look in their eyes.

But I immediately suppressed the strange feeling and instead turned my attention to what he said. “Misunderstanding? You were there to take Maya. There's no misunderstanding in that,” I said. I took my hand back warningly and went straight to the other room where he said Maya was. But before I entered the room, I heard the two guys whispering and arguing at each other. “Elemental witches are crazy. There’s no way you could reason out with the likes of them, ” said the guys with blue hair. “Tsk. Stop generalizing them. Not all of them are like your witch,” the dark-eyed man replied in annoyance.

"Good… What is a witch, then?" "The witches are niché beings, amongst the humans, also known as the wives of Asmodeus — The divine beast of Luxuria. Divine beasts and goddesses can make contracts irrelevant to their capacity. But among all the fifteen divine beasts, only Asmodeus was given the right to contract with a large number of humans."

Alastair “Sexual compulsion.” I repeated the words in my head, mulling over the implications of such a curse. It was a twisted form of magic, one that left me perplexed as to why a witch would bestow such a cruel fate upon someone. Julia seemed pleased by my silence, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she continued to speak. "Whenever she nears her heat cycle, she'll fall sick without any apparent reason. Over time, her condition will worsen, and she'll experience the most intense sexual cravings, bordering on compulsion. It's not merely hypersexuality or OCSB—it's a craving that will drive her to the brink. If she doesn't find satisfaction that meets her desires, she'll die from t

she said, “represents the burnt witches of my time. The sisters who fell when the wolves rose with madness in their blood.” The world warped around us, turning into a smoky projection of memories not mine. The Scarlet Witch raised her hand again, and the scene sharpened. Wolves—dozens, then hundreds—snarling, feral, tearing through villages. Their eyes were wild. Their bodies twisted, killing both witches and each other. Their howls shook the sky. I could feel the rage radiating off them like a disease. “The lycanthrope world grew hungry for domination,” she said. “Edgy. Distrustful. Lost to their impulses. They wanted control over magic… over us.”