ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴇᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇqᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇɴᴇᴠɪᴇᴠᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ , ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙᴇʟʟᴀʀᴏꜱᴀ ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟʟᴀʀᴏꜱᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ , ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ , ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ , ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜɪʟᴅꜱ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ? ᴀʟᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ....

"It's not that I don't want you doing this with me" she said closing her eyes tightly and putting her head back on the pillow as her hands gripped my waist. I put my hands on her chest as I kept moving my hips on her. "What is it then?" I asked her, trying my best to hold my moans in "it's the fact that your fucking.." she breathed heavily and tried to keep herself together so she can complete her sentence "..your fucking dad will kill me if he finds out about us having sex" I held her chin and kissed her lips "that's why we're not gonna tell him.." I said moving faster, her grip tightening on my hips "..it's gonna be our little secret" --- This story will include: (warnings⚠️) -detailed sexual content -use of weapons -Drugs, weed, alcohol etc. -murder and crimes

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

"I can be anything you want, my love," she mutters in my ear, her warm breath making my skin tingle and my body yearn for her to touch more of me than her gentle hug around my waist. While I do appreciate how gentle she is with me, right now I want more. I want more of her touch on my bare skin. I want her hands to explore me more than she's letting them. I know she wants more just like me, but she's holding back. "Oh, really?" I tease, wrapping her hair around one of my fingers and giving it a small tug, hoping that this will get her worked up. "Anything I want?" Alice hums, confirming her promise before peppering a few soft kisses along my neck while I consider my request. There's so much I could ask for. "Absolutely anything, my love." *** For those who never find pleasure easily, a creature who knows and can be their every desire is perfect - it's even better if the creature is the one lustful for them.

Paris uses both of her hands to grab my hair, tugging me by it to be in front of everyone, almost pulling my hair out at the root. "It's because of her, isn't it?" Paris screeches, tugging at my hair to emphasise her point, ignoring me as I attempt to free my hair from her grasp. "You made this up because you want her." "You're fucking insane....just like your brother," I tell her, whispering the last part that she doesn't hear over her own continued yelling. "Say that again, bitch. I dare you!" "You heard me," I snap back, feeling oddly bold with my words. That is until her hand slaps across my face and I feel a sharp sting as her multiple rings catch my skin. "Proving my point," I mutter, rubbing my sore cheek and jaw. Anna finally steps between us before she can do anything else to me, keeping her back to me and almost ignoring me if it weren't for her mind giving me instructions no one else can hear. "Oh, protecting her still, are you? Protecting that slut because she sleeps with you," Paris continues, spitting another insult but this one gets to me much more. "Who the hell are you calling a slut?" I retort, Anna letting out an audible sigh as I stupidly continue the argument. "You. For sleeping with a woman who was engaged, and you knew that." "When the fuck did I sleep with her? Why would I sleep with her? An uptight, rich asshole, just like you," I spit at her, watching Annastasia also give me an offended look. I didn't mean to insult her too, the words just left my mouth. "Besides, aren't you the one whose brought multiple men to your room? I don't believe they were just there for a chat." ○○○ Malaya has never had an easy life, being born into severe poverty and abuse. Her school life didn't help either, leading to her dropping out due to an 'incident'. Her life will change when Anna comes into it, offering a job and the patience and support Malaya has needed during her life to get it on a better track - but at what cost?

Emma is a young teacher at a local high school. She had recently graduated from college and was eager to start her teaching career. She was excited to meet all of her new students and see what kind of impact she could make.But then she met Abigail. Abigail was a senior in Emma's class and the two quickly formed a bond. What will their relationship turn in to? Warning!!! Sexual content No censoring

"Alekses, why are you doing this," Xhenia cried as she pulled on her chain. Why is she acting as if I'm not here? Alekses ignored her and continued working. "Answer me, Alekses!" Alekses once again ignored her. "Alekses, please answer me." With a sigh, Alekses pushed away from her desk and directed her view to the chained mouse. "What is it, Whiskers?" "I'm not a pet," Xhenia shouted. Alekses raised her eyebrows at Xhenia and began clearing the middle of her desk. When she was done, Alekses stood and walked over to her mouse. She looked down at her before she crouched and gripped her chin. "You're right. You're not just a pet. You're my pet."

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"What is your problem?!" I yelled back. She is starting to piss me off with these damn mood swings and it's messing with my head. "Excuse me." She snarled as she walked up to me. "I don't know who messed you up this damn badly but whoever it is needs to be put in jail, because the way you treat people is not fucking acceptable. None of us have done anything to you and yet you are acting like we ruin your life. I just-" I didn't even have time to finish because a hand was on my throat and my back was against the wall, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine. I was so lost but at the same time content. She put her hands on my waist and dug her nails into me. My hands went into her dark hair and she lifted my right leg and pressed herself against me. I felt something touch my center and that's when I realized what it was. I moaned as I pictured what it would feel like inside me. Her lips moved down to my neck and with no time she was biting down on it leaving marks. Her lips found my soft spot and started sucking on it. I felt my center start to throb as I tried to bring her closer to me, but just as I started to rock my hips against her, she put her hand back on my neck and tightened it. My lust was very high right now and as I looked into her eyes I knew hers was too. "Get the hell out." She lowly growled at me. ******* What happens when a little fun game becomes more and someone starts to get possessive?