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Sumary: So Mercedes fucked an unkown man on Halloween. So what?

It'll never happen again. Right?

Right?

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Extremely dubious consent.

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Chapter 2

So… There was a serial killer around the city. It’d been kept kind of hush-hush, but now it was official (someone kind of leaked it on purpose, apparently). Some witnesses had said it was a guy dressed in black with a skull mask.

That - possibly - made Mercedes the stupidest bitch out there.

But also… Lucky as fuck?

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the same guy, since she was alive and all. Maybe the guy she’d fucked in her house had been a stalker or something else (It was kind of sad that she was hoping she’d fucked a stalker, not a serial killer).

However, some of the - very limited - information made it sound like she’d quite possibly fucked the serial killer.

The police were calling him the North Side killer (because it was where his victims were from), but the internet had decided - quite fast - on Spectrum (because “it sounded cooler”). Apparently he killed young men, which kind of made Mercedes hopeful that it was not the same guy, since she wasn’t a young man. She’d considered he’d been there to kill Kyle, but he hadn’t lived with her and he was unreliable as fuck to show up. 

But then again… He did wear all black and a skull mask. Which was not that hard to pull off, so Mercedes wasn’t ready to believe she’d fucked a serial killer.

Jesus Christ, maybe she was a whore.

But to be fair! She hadn’t expected to have a stranger in her house ready to fuck her. She’d really thought it was her ex.

Oh yeah! She was now single as well, so there was that.

Kyle got dumped the day after Halloween and Mercedes spent two full weeks wondering whom she’d had sex with, until the news about this Spectrum dude exploded.

After that she spent another three weeks absolutely terrified. She’d thought about going to the police, but what the hell would she say? She wasn’t even sure it really was this dude.

This was humiliating.

She’d also put extra security in her house - as much as she could afford, which wasn’t a lot. But now she had a ring camera, much better locks and a camera pointing at each entry point of her small house.

Did she feel safer? Not at all, but she didn’t know what else to do.

She spent weeks jumping at every shadow in her house, scared shitless this man would come back and kill her. Then she’d go to sleep and think about him fucking her, which wasn’t really good of her mental stability.

But then… November became December and then… New Year.

It was January 4, and she didn’t have time for this anymore. She was clearly ok.

Whatever had happened had been some weird fluke. Maybe even a fever dream.

She was letting it go.

And then…

It was a Saturday - actually Sunday, because it was way past midnight - when she stumbled into her house.

Her girlfriends had gotten together for a girl’s night out that took them to this club and it’d been amazing.

Mercedes was still riding the high when she threw her clothes carelessly on the floor and headed for the shower. She was a sweaty mess, slightly tipsy and there was glitter on her - although it wasn't her glitter, so…

She sang in the shower as she washed her hair and did her best to get the glitter off of her, then rolled herself in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom, walked to the kitchen to get herself some tea and…

Wait. Something was weird.

Mercedes couldn’t tell exactly what was weird, just that there was something in the air. And that, in turn, made the situation creepy.

Mercedes clutched her towel against her chest, thoughts racing through her head. Her neighborhood was relatively safe, but she had had a - alleged - serial killer in her house only a few months ago.

She tried to remember all the things she’d heard about intruders, all the times she screamed at a dumb bitch in a horror movie, but she came out blank. She didn’t know what was wrong, but something was wrong.

She finally remembered her phone - better to be the girl who cried wolf, than to be… Well, dead. The problem was that her phone was still in her bedroom.

She’d have to go back there to get it.

Bad idea.

Mercedes took a deep breath in, hand tightening on her precariously hung towel. She’d get out through her backyard door and go to her neighbors - towel and all - and hope they would hear her knocking on the door.

But when she turned to get the key from the bowel… It wasn’t there. Cold as ice dread froze her. The key should be there, she didn’t carry it with her, she always left it at home.

“Fuck.” Mercedes bit her lower lip.

One door left, it was obviously a trap, but what else could she do?

She took two steps out of her kitchen only to notice she was… Wet. And not because of water.

What the fuck?

What the hell was wrong with her? This could be very well a robber, another serial killer, something worse! Why was her body remembering that…

You know what? The best idea was to go to her bedroom, lock the door and call the cops.

Mercedes hesitated for far too long -or maybe her intruder just got tired of waiting -because before she could move to her room someone grabbed her from behind, a strong arm around her waist and a gloved hand covering her mouth.

Mercedes panicked, thrashing against the person holding her -all in vain. Her towel fell somewhere between her tiny kitchen and her living room. She tried to scratch her attacker, but his jacket was too sturdy to… 

Wait a fucking second!

The fucker didn’t even grunt as he carried her and unceremoniously dropped her on the couch. He was immediately on top of her, straddling her waist.

“You fucking…” Mercedes was ready to scream her lungs out when he pulled that black knife on her.

Her eyes went from the knife to him. Yup, it was the same dude -at least he dressed exactly the same. All black, hoodie, sturdy jacket, leather gloves. Black knife.

Skull mask.

Oh fuck.

“Is…” Her throat was suddenly dry. “It’s you again… Right? From Halloween?”

He just nodded, then lowered the knife to her lips, letting her feel the cold. Mercedes didn’t dare move. She didn’t have a lot of place to move to, since her couch wasn’t exactly huge -and her neck was already at this weird angle because of the arm of said couch.

“Are you going to…” She cleared her throat. “Kill me?”

He tilted his head to the side, like he was considering it. There wasn’t much light on the living room - only what came from the kitchen and the street - so she couldn’t see his eyes, but she could see that mask.

He put a finger to his lips -well, the mask’s lips -, a clear sign and Mercedes just nodded. He kept the knife near her face, but his free hand went inside the jacket and came out with a rope.

Mercedes panicked. “We really don’t need…” His only answer was to press the knife against her cheek.

She shut the fuck up.

He pulled the knife away, tucking it somewhere inside his jacket, then grabbed her arms, tying her wrists together. The man pulled one of his gloves off and shoved it into Mercedes mouth. She let out a muffled scream around it, but… She could just spit it out, right? Like… There was nothing stopping her from doing it. He wasn’t covering her mouth, she could just…

But, as she squirmed under him, her thighs brushing together, she realized she was… Very wet. As in she was really into this.

Oh god, she was such a whore.

Yeah, technically he hadn’t killed her the last time, but this man was very likely a serial killer who wasn’t overly concerned about whether she was into this or not.

And sure, she was very much into this, but he could ask and all.

And yes, she wasn’t actually going to spit out the glove shoved into her mouth, because she also thought this part was hot, but he could commit more to the bit.

What was wrong with her?

He - should she call him Spectrum? Mr. Killer was kind of weird and she was tired of thinking of him as a dude - moved from straddling her waist and forced a knee between her legs, and she parted them so he could accommodate himself between them. Again, her couch wasn’t exactly made for that, but they could definitely make this work.

He held onto the rope that tied with one hand and brushed his gloveless hand against her inner thigh. His gaze was fixed on the place between her legs and Mercedes waited as motionless as possible for him to get to where she wanted him. When his fingers finally found her cunt, he gathered the wetness there, rubbed against his fingers, as if this was an interesting discovery to him, something remarkable in a way. As Mercedes couldn't see his face, she didn’t know whether he liked this or not, but she guessed he did, since he decided to use his finger to play with her. 

He sunk a finger into her with very little fanfare. He kept a hold of the rope and used just that one hand without a glove to actually touch her. He fucked her slowly with just that one fingers, before adding another one.

Now the stretch was more pleasant and Mercedes sighed in satisfaction. His head snapped to her face, like a predator who’d sniffed prey. His attention stayed on her face as he fucked her with his fingers, now faster and harder.

Mercedes moved her hips, spread her legs as much as she could in her precarious position. She moaned around the glove on her mouth, wanting more, hoping he’d play with her clit or even…

He suddenly stopped. Mercedes whined a protest, she’d been getting there!

The man above her scoffed. The last time she was almost sure he’d made no sound that wasn’t related to him fucking her, and that scoff felt it meant a whole more than it actually did. 

He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. If there wasn’t a glove on her mouth, Mercedes would like her lips. He had such a nice cock and he’d fucked her so good with it last time.

He got himself in hand and brushed the head of his cock against her entrance, as if he was gathering her wetness there.

Mercedes realized he was about to fuck her without a condom AGAIN! She shook her head, protesting like crazy even though her mouth was still stuffed. She tried to close her legs, but he was having none of it. He scoffed once again, before pushing her arms over her head.

Mercedes was still protesting the lack of condom -honestly, it was her only problem with all of this - when he used his free hand to get himself in place and shoved his cock in.

Again with zero concern for her comfort and the fucking condom! Mercedes let out a muffled groan and called him an ansshole a thousand times in her head.

It didn’t affect him whatsoever. He was already moving, his cock fucking her like she was there just for that.

One of his hands gripped the rope, and kept her arms above her head, while the other groped her breasts, gave a firm squeeze on her throat, held her hips or whatever he wanted to touch.

The hand to the throat scared her for a minute, but he moved along like it was just a test and he had other places he’d rather touch. He once again fucked her like he didn’t care if she enjoyed it or not.

And she did! Which kind of fucked up her mind, but honestly, she didn’t have time to focus on that.

She could feel his pants and belt pressing against her skin, since he barely moved them out of the way. She felt her cheap couch under her back, the weird angle she was still on while he moved above her. But - most of all - she could feel him. Inside her, fucking her like she didn’t matter at all, above her, throwing heat like a furnace, making minimal sounds.

He used her body and she liked it.

When she’d thought he’d just get his and leave, his fingers found her clit and she came. Harder than the last time, gripping his cock, almost swallowing the fucking glove still on her mouth.

He suddenly pulled out, grabbed his cock, jerking himself above her and came - in silence - all over her. There was cum on her stomach, her chest and some had even hit her chin. She felt disgusting - and delicious.

They were both breathing hard - she could hear it even through the mask - but he recovered first. He shook his head and got his cock back into his pants. He got up, and walked up to her face and pulled his glove from her mouth. Then he slapped playfully at her tit and left.

Just. Like. That!

He left her tied up, covered in his fucking cum, barely breathing from all of this and he just…

FUCKING LEFT!

AGAIN!

I mean, definitely better than killing her right after, but come on…

Honest to God, Mercedes was done with this bullshit.

Even if her cunt was feeling mighty empty without his cock.

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Writing that fanfiction.

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I’m watching “Red One” right now and I am not gonna lie:

Garcia, the Polar Bear, is making me feel things.

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Gigi

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Summary: Gigi wanted to be that writer who found herself in nature...

She ended up finding something else.

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Just then… Gigi was feeling stupid as fuck.

Three days ago, safe inside her city apartment, the idea of playing the author hiding in the mountains for inspiration had seemed like a cool idea. It wasn’t as if she was writing much back home.

She’d thought it’d be the perfect solution to her writer’s block: little cute cabin in the woods and peace and quiet to work.

She was such an idiot.

The cabin was indeed cute. It was also ridiculously small; as in one room only. From the bed she could see the kitchen, the fireplace and the door that lead to the outside. The bathroom was okay-ish. If it was colder out there it’d be a problem, but she could make this work.

At least she hoped so, because she couldn’t get a refund on this place.

She planned on staying for a week.

The locals were weird, though.

They kept asking how long she’d stay and they looked horrified by the answer. More than one person urged her to leave before the week was over, but she couldn’t understand why.

They just said the woods were dangerous.

She wasn’t planning on going out in the woods, though.

It should be fine, right?

It turned out, it wasn’t fine.

She’d been sleeping -it was well past midnight -when she heard the sounds outside the cabin. At first Gigi had thought it was just her overactive imagination playing tricks on her. She was a writer and a city girl; everything sounded terrible in the silence of the night.

However the shadow passing through her window wasn’t just her imagination.

She couldn’t see who, but there was someone out there.

Fear taking hold of her, Gigi gripped the blanket tightly between her fingers. Was this something like those horror movies? Where people attacked stupid women alone in the woods?

She hadn’t even been that stupid!

Suddenly something slammed against the door, making her scream in fear before she could think it might not be a good idea.

There was nowhere to run and the flimsy door burst open the third time someone threw their body against it.

Then her blood turned to ice as she finally saw who had broken down her door.

This wasn’t a person.

It was… No. It made no sense. It was impossible.

And yet, there it was, growling at her, its eyes glowing in the dark.

A werewolf.

A real (?) werewolf.

She was dreaming. She had to be.

It was impossible and yet there it was.

And then it made sense that everyone kept warning her about staying too long, alone in the woods.

But it was too fucking late.

Was this how she was going to die? Torn to pieces by a creature she didn’t even know it fucking existed?

How was this fair?

Gigi couldn’t even move from her bed, her body petrified by fear. She could only look at the creature, its huge teeth, its massive body covered in very dark fur -she wasn’t sure of the color because of the lack of proper light (not that it mattered) - and its glowing eyes.

Once it entered the small cabin, it became still. No more growling, like it was now quietly hunting, which was even more fucking terrifying.

And then it took a step in her direction and terror flooded Gigi’s system but she still could not fucking move .

She probably wouldn’t stand a chance anyway, but she could at least fight for her life, instead of dying like an idiot, clutching the bedsheet to her chest.

The creature advanced on her and only when it was way too close did Gigi recover some of her movements.

Of course, it was too late.

She tried to scurry off the bed, but her feet had barely touched the floor when the creature grabbed and threw her back on the bed, face first.

Gigi tried to move away, but the creature put a huge paw on her nape and pressed her against the mattress.

Her heart was beating crazily inside her chest as she lay there on her stomach, the reality of the absurd situation downing on her with frightening clarity.

Would it work if she begged for her life? Could it even understand her?

She felt its claws running down her back softly, causing no harm to her. She thought it was weird, but was fine with not getting hurt.

Until the werewolf used its claws to rip her pajamas to shreds.

Gigi yelped in alarm, finding herself suddenly naked.

She tried to get away again, but her struggles didn’t even seem to bother the creature. Its huge paws grabbed her waist and hoisted, putting her on her knees.

Wait a fucking minute…

She tried to turn around this time, but the paws were holding her in place by her thighs. They were so big they had a good grip on her and the thumbs of the werewolf were spreading her cunt. She could feel the prick of its claws on her skin and its warm breath.

Then it licked.

One long slow lick from clit to asshole, before the tongue started lapping at her cunt.

Gigi was so shocked by the action that her response to it was delayed. She yelped once again and tried to squirm away.

The creature growled against her cunt and pressed its claws more firmly against her skin -still not hurting, but a clear warning - so Gigi stopped trying to get away. Satisfied by her apparent surrender, the creature went to town on her cunt.

It licked at her like her taste was pure ambrosia and it wanted more of it.

And for some sick and twisted reason, Gigi’s body started to react to it. Started as small whimpers, that the creature noticed and used as a guide to redouble its efforts - making her think it wasn’t that mindless, after all.

Soon, Gigi was panting against the mattress, her cunt wet not only because of the werewolf’s saliva.

She hadn’t expected to orgasm from it, but when the creature turned its attention to her clit she went off.

Gigi sobbed in surprise at her orgasm, and the wolf growled an approval.

It pulled its tongue away from her cunt, then planted a foot - paw? - on the bed, while the other remained on the floor. It grabbed Gigi’s waist and then she felt…

Yes, definitely a cock rubbing against her ass.

A big cock at that, which meant it wasn’t a it, it a him.

“Wait a minute!” Gigi tried to raise herself on her arms, but the werewolf was faster.

He planted a hand firmly on her back and pushed her down, holding her there. He pressed his cock against her entrance and he missed it the first time.

In the second try he shoved it all the way in, in one single thrust.

Gigi felt like she’d been impaled.

His cock was huge and thick and she was nowhere prepared for that.

The creature didn’t care, though. One hand kept pressing her down, while the other grabbed a firmer hold of her hip and he started to fuck her. He went to town on her cunt, puffing like a dog, while she could feel his saliva dripping on her back.

Gigi had no choice but to get fucked like a bitch in heat and it was so humiliating, and yet…

For some reason, after the start, she began to… Enjoy it.

It was disgusting to even think about it, but the longer - and harder - the wolf fucked her, the more she enjoyed it.

The fullness of him inside her started to feel really good and then better and then…

She was about to cum when he pulled out, and she couldn’t hold in her whine of protest. The werewolf just flipped her over as if she weighed nothing at all. 

He grabbed Gigi’s legs again, and pushed her knees toward her chest, bending her like a pretzel. Then he shoved his cock back into her and kept fucking her like he’d never stopped.

It was such a wild experience to watch the werewolf’s face as he fucked her. It was savage and brutal, but for some reason it delighted her.

Her body was covered in sweat and she was shaking, but Gigi didn’t want to miss out on the orgasm. She sneaked a hand between her thighs to touch her clit.

The werewolf followed the movement with his eyes, and he seemed to appreciate it, pistoning into her, making the bed creak ominously.

Gigoi felt her peak coming, her fingers desperate against her clit, and after a particularly hard thrust of the creature, she came hard, milking his cock, a scream coming loose from her throat.

The werewolf threw his head back and howled long and hard before shoving his cock three more times into her and cumming.

She felt his hot seed flooding her insides -so much of it - while he held himself there, making sure she took all of it.

He gave one last thrust -making her squeak -before pulling out. Gigi might have been going crazy but she could swear he let out an amused huff.

She could feel the semen coming out of her, but she was too tired and boneless to move.

The wolf let go of her and she just stayed there, sprawled on the bed, well fucked and full of cum.

He just turned around to leave and he looked as he was fucking swaging as he went out and disappeared into the night.

What the actual fuck?

Did her birth control cover amount copious amounts of werewolf cum? She’d have to look into it.

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Summary: It's Halloween and Mercedes is alone at home because her boyfriend is a jerk.

Until he shows up wearing a mask to surprise her.

Because that's Kyle, rigth?

Right?

Rating: Explicit

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Halloween would be a great day to be single.

At least, it’d have been if Mercedes had broken up with her boyfriend, and if she’d done it early enough that she’d still have been able to enjoy her night.

Kyle was an asshole at best, and she’d been stupid enough to wait for him.

Again.

She could have gone out with her friends, she could have put on a costume to enjoy her favorite holiday.

Could have, should have, would have. The Holy Trinity of Regret.

She hadn’t done anything because she was waiting for him, and now it was too late to get excited enough to go out.

Kyle was always making promises and then breaking them like it meant nothing to him. It probably didn’t, and it was only Mercedes’ fault that she was still waiting like an idiot.

Well, this was the last time. He’d start November single.

Halloween was her favorite holiday and he’d promised her a surprise, and now she was eating popcorn in front of the TV. Alone.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because when she opened her eyes the end credits of the movie were rolling and it was all eerily quiet.

It was probably after midnight, so Halloween was over.

The house was still and most of the lights were off. She got up from the couch, decided to go to bed. She’d barely gotten up when she saw a shadow.

“Fuck, Kyle.” She cursed, hand going to her chest. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing in the dark?”

She could barely see him, because he was all in black, standing on the barely lit hallway.

“I waited for you for a long time, you fucking asshole. Where…”

She stopped talking once she noticed the mask, one of those skull ones. While he was wearing all black and the mask was white she could distinguish it better in the dark.

Mercedes grinned against her will. “So that was my surprise, hm?”

She’d admitted to Kyle a while back she had a bit of a kink on masked killers from movies -Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees… At the time, Kyle had said it was a weird thing to find sexy, so she’d just laughed awkwardly and pretended to agree with him.

It wasn’t her fault she found such things hot. She’d been hoping they could roleplay a bit, but Kyle was never interested in her fantasies.

Maybe he’d realized he’d fucked up enough and was trying to placate her.

He’d be single tomorrow anyway, but… For now she could enjoy this last hurrah. She hadn’t put up with him for this long because he was caring -he just had a big cock he knew how to use.

She could have this one thing.

“Oh no, Mr. Killer.” She said, hands to her chest. “I’d do anything. Please don’t hurt me.” She giggled at the end, giddy with this.

Kyle -very much in his role -said nothing, just tilted his head to the side, like he was measuring her up.

This was so hot.

She stepped closer to him and put her hands to his chest. “I’ll be really good.” Mercedes promised, a smirk on her lips.

Kyle had really gone all out: he had on black boots, a sturdy jacket and a hoodie pulled up, so she couldn’t even see his hair. When he pulled a knife from his belt, Mercedes noticed he was also wearing gloves.

Her eyes fell to the knife which was a dull black color. He couldn’t even get a better prop, but that was fine, he wasn’t meant to cut anything with it. Well, it’d be hot if he used it to cut her clothes, but she didn’t trust Kyle with a real knife near her skin.

Mercedes fell to her knees in front of him, her hands rubbing his thighs -was it her or did they feel firmer? “Let me show you.” She cupped his cock through his pants and felt him getting hard.

Kyle lowered the knife to her face and pressed the tip against her cheekbone. It was cold, so it was probably not made of plastic like she’d first thought. He slid the blade softly against her skin and Mercedes got so wet it was embarrassing.

Because of the lack of light she couldn’t see his eyes well, but she knew he was watching her face.

Her hands went to his belt, eager to get this show on the road. Kyle didn’t move as she opened his pants and freed his cock -he was even wearing boxers instead of his traditional briefs.

As previously stated, Kyle was an asshole, but he had a great cock. It was long and thick and it never failed to make Mercedes wet as fuck.

This time was no different, so she didn’t waste any time in licking it just the way he liked it. Base to tip, playing with the head before she swallowed it whole. She’d actually learned how to control her gag reflex because she loved sucking on his big cock.

She’d give him a blowjob to remember her by after she dumped his ass.

She took him deep down her throat, making it sloppy and messy.

Kyle was strangely quiet and static this whole time, until he grabbed her messy bun. He’d never been quite this firm with her, but she enjoyed the strength he used to hold her hair.

And then… He used his hold to keep her in place and fucked her mouth roughly.

They’d never done this before and certainly not this hard. Kyle fucked her mouth with no cosideration for her confort, making tears fall down her eyes and making breathing difficult. And she still fucking liked it.

Maybe Mercedes was wrong in the head.

Kyle grunted and pushed his cock as far as he could, before holding her in place by the hair and coming down her throat. Mercedes really thought she was going to choke then, but she somehow managed not to.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and before she even had time to recover, he used his hold on her hair to get her up.

“Hey, tone down in the roughness.” She grumbled, but moved along with him.

Kyle ignored her and pushed her down, bending her over the dinner table, until her chest was pressed flat against it.

He used one hand to hold her there, because the other was still holding that fake…

The knife came down close to her face and really hard and as he stabbed the table with it. Mercedes was so shocked by it -it was a real fucking knife -that her brain fried for a second and the only thing she managed to say was, “The table!”

She didn’t know why this was what came out of her mouth, when she should be telling Kyle off for even having a real knife to begin with! (She had no idea knives could have black blades).

Kyle just ignored her. She heard him pulling his belt free, then using it to tie her hands behind her back. He was actually really good at it.

He shoved her shorts and panties down her legs -just barely out of the way -lined his cock against her entrance and just shoved it.

And sure, Mercedes was wet as fuck from sucking him off, but he was thick! She sure as fuck wasn’t ready for him to go like that.

It sure as hell wasn’t comfortable.

But she was probably deranged, because she loved it. Yeah, it burned with the stretch, but fuck it. She’d always wanted to be fucked this rough.

Kyle was in rare form.

Her first reflex had been to try and pull away, but Kyle’s hand once again got a hold of her hair and his other hand kept a hold of the belt around her wrists.

She had nowhere to run and no time to adapt.

Kyle fucked her like he didn’t give a damn about her.

And it was fucking hot.

He fucked her like an animal, his thrust violent and rough. He pinned her down to the table so she could do nothing but take his cock anyway he’d want to give it to her.

She loved every second of it. She loved the roughness, how he was all but ignoring her, she loved the fact that she was helpless and even the knife stuck on her fucking table.

It was just like she’d thought it’d be.

Kyle’s thrusts become deeper and his body pushing hers against the table in a way that put pressure on her clit. And just like that she came.

Crying like a good whore, milking his cock for all it was worth. He didn’t last longer: three hard thrusts into her exhausted body and he came.

Only when she felt him spilling inside her did she remember he wasn’t wearing a condom.

Fuck.

Oh well.

She was boneless against the table top, cum dripping from her cunt. Kyle released her hands and grabbed his knife.

He slapped her ass - hard - and then she heard him walking away.

Did he just… Leave?

That was commitment to the piece, even though she’d have appreciated some aftercare that went beyond a slap to the ass.

“Seriously, Kyle?” He was so dumped in the morning.

Mercedes frowned as he didn’t return even after a few minutes. She needed to wait even a bit more to feel strong enough on the legs.

She pulled her shorts up and went to grab her phone.

There was a message from Kyle there and her eyes became round as she read it.

‘Babe, don’t upset, but I’m stuck on Jim’s house. Don’t wait up.’

It was from ten minutes ago.

Who the fuck had she just fucked?

***

Notes:

Let me know if you enjoyed it. Should we have another chapter? Should Merdeces get another chance or should we get another victim? Tell me ;)

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Summary: Wave was feeling a bit... Needy.

One of her witch friends suggests a small summoning to scratch that itch.

Wave didn't expect quite that many tentacles, but she isn't actually complanining.

Rating: Explicit

***

Wave didn’t like to think of herself as desperate.

She wasn’t.

She was just ridiculously horny and her vibrator wasn’t cutting it anymore.

She was also tired of stupid men and women. Did people forget how one-night stands worked? Some would get emotional and want to keep seeing her, and those who understood the idea, tended to suck in bed.

And perhaps, summoning a demon just to fuck her was a bit much, but then again, why the hell not? She was one of the good witches, and one demon-fucking wouldn’t change that.

Besides, Ashley had assured her it was fine. There was no soul to be given in exchange, no harm done. The demon was there for the same reason she was -except he -it?- didn’t fuck for fun, but for nutrition. Ashley told her he -it? -fed from her ‘juices’ so it had an extra incentive to make her cum a lot.

Ashley had done it, she was alive and well, so it was probably safe.

So Wave decided to give it a try. Ashley explained the ritual to her, told what she needed to get it done and gave her a wink before leaving.

Wave felt really nervous about this. She’d done small summonings before, but nothing even close to this -or for the same reason. What if something went wrong?

What if something went right?

Wave decided to trust Ashley and try it. Her friend wouldn’t set her up for something dangerous.

That night, she took a long bath and really pampered herself. She even bought a nice silk robe to use. All of those things were more for her than the demon -she didn’t particularly think it would care -and Wave hardly ever did things like that for herself, so it felt nice.

She put on only her robe -no need for more clothes -and prepared her living room for the ritual -she lived in a neighborhood with nosy neighbors, so she couldn’t just do this outside, even though it was funny imagining their faces if they saw it.

Wave pushed the furniture away, creating enough space to draw the summoning circle on the ground. She followed Ashley’s directions carefully, since summoning demons was always risky, and this time it felt even more so.

Kneeling in front of the circle, she double-checked her preparations, then closed her eyes and focused. She recited the chant she’d memorized, feeling power coursing through her. Energy sizzled, as a wind swirled around the room.

Wave spread her hands as she said the last words, and with a mighty wind, all the candles went out, leaving the room mostly dark.

Wave took a deep breath in. “Alexa. Turn on the lights.” She called.

The light in the living room was turned on, and she found herself face to face with… Tentacles.

A bunch of them, coming from her floor.

That was exactly what Ashley said it’d happen.

Wave risked a look at the hole on her floor, but it was just an open portal. Great. She rented this house and a good orgasm wasn’t worth losing her deposit.

“Hi.” She said, feeling stupid. But what else was she supposed to say to tentacles?

The tentacles -she counted eleven, but she had a feeling there might be more -turned to her, like they were paying attention to her. They were purplish in color, some thicker than others, but all very… Octopus-like.

“I’m Wave.” She told the tentacles, feeling more absurd by the moment. “I called you here. So… Yeah.”

One thick tentacle came forward and touched her face -quite sweetly. She raised her hand carefully and patted the tentacle. She’d thought it’d be more slimy then it was.

Like this was some kind of permission, the other tentacles moved in her direction.

“Oh. Just a minute.” She said, and they all paused. She opened her robe and let it fall to the ground. “Okay.”

The tentacles moved in her direction with more purpose now. One wrapped around her waist and lifted her up from the floor. Wave gasped in surprise as she was carried, and other  two tentacles wrapped around her, giving her more support, so she wasn’t just hanging like a ragdoll. She was deposited gently on her armchair and encouraged to lean back.

The other smaller tentacles started running over her body, like they were caressing her, and Wave relaxed in their hold. She could feel the suction cups on them sucking gently at her skin, as if they were giving her kisses.

It felt like a slow seduction, which was a weird way of seeing this, but Wave had no complaints. She deserved this.

Tentacles wrapped around her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze, making the witch sigh in pleasure. Two cups followed their path and attached themselves to her nipples, their suction really similar to someone sucking on them.

“Oh.” Wave squirmed, enjoying where this was going.

She started to move her fingers towards her cunt, but tentacles wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hands away, and holding her back from touching herself.

“Hey.” Wave complained but it lacked heat, since the cups suckling on her nipples were really doing it well.

Other tentacles wrapped around her thighs, spreading her wide open. Oh they were finally getting to the good part.

A thinner tentacle started rubbing itself gently around her clit, making her sigh again. When her hips started moving on their own, it slid down and pushed inside her body. Before she could complain about the lack of attention to her clit, another tentacle was already there, circling it a bit harder than before.

The small tentacle started fucking her slowly, before increasing its speed. Suddenly she felt a second tentacle pushing inside as well, but this did something she could barely comprehend. It used its suction cup inside her, against her G-spot and Wave’s back came out of the armchair.

“Oh yes, there! Please.” She babbled, her body shaking and an orgasm coming fast.

The tentacles never stopped their work, and -as if they really could understand her and know how close she was - they fucked her faster and harder.

Wave’s first orgasm was a strong, solid one, making a long moan leave her mouth. It was a good way to start this.

The small tentacles immediately pulled away when she came, even startling Wave in the process. However, before she could ask if there was something wrong, a larger, thicker tentacle was already there, pushing its way into her cunt.

Wave’s head fell back and she hissed a ‘yes’ as the tentacle entered her, stretching her just right. As it was so much thicker than the other two, she could feel the texture of the cups as it entered her. The tentacle pushed as far as it could go, hitting her cervix which had only happened rarely to her before.

The tentacle fucker her harder this time, making her whole body bounce every time it moved. Another small tentacle came around, attaching its cup to her clit and pulling. Wave screamed at the unexpected sensation, but it was in no way a bad thing.

She squirmed and moaned as the tentacle fucked her harder and hard, the cup pulled at her clit. Her next orgasm crept out of nowhere and it was much harder than the first. The scream she let out could probably be heard from the street.

Wave wouldn’t care about that just then.

Her whole body was still shaking from the orgasm when the tentacle pulled away again. This time Wave yelped in surprise when she was pulled at by the other tentacles. She was still a bit out of it from pleasure and the sudden movement confused her.

Only when she was facing the armchair did she realize she’d been repositioned. Her knees were on the floor and elbows on the armchair - with tentacles still holding her wrists together. Her legs were pulled apart and another tentacle was already pressed up against her cunt.

“Hey, I think I might need a…” Her words were cut as the tentacle entered her again.

She couldn’t see from this angle, but this one was yet another tentacle, even thicker than the last. This was dancing the line between pleasure and pain as it stretched her.

But this time the tentacle entered her slower, letting her feel every bump of every cup, letting them suck their way into her. Wave’s forehead fell against the seat in front of her and she tilted her ass up. Suctions cup found their way back to her nipples, suckling gently, as if to ease her into this

Once the tentacle went as far as it could go, it stopped there, giving her a minute - which was really kind of it. Then she noticed… Something way too close to her ass.

A smaller tentacle was pressing against that entrance, quite sneakily. Wave opened her mouth to say something, but the tentacle inside her started to pulse, which turned her words into a moan. The smaller tentacle used her distraction to push into her.

“That was a dirty trick.” She groaned, and the only reaction from her tentacles was to pat her comfortingly on the back.

Those tentacles were probably male then.

The tentacle on her cunt started moving slowly at first. Wave’s eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open. This was a whole other thing.

The thickness, the bumps on it, even the smaller tentacle currently fucking her ass while everywhere else there were tentacles caressing and comforting her… It was heaven.

The bigger tentacle started fucking her so hard that others had to wrap around her to keep her in place to take it. Wave’s moans were echoing around her house and sweat covered her body.

The smaller tentacle left her ass without warning, only to be replaced by another one that was thicker. Wave was so out of it she barely pretended to complain about it.

The nice sucking cup went back to her clit, pulling at it hard, which made her come immediately. However, instead of letting her go again, the tentacles just kept on going. Her body went limp, but they picked her up from the floor and Wave was suspended as they kept fucking her mercilessly.

She didn’t think she could cum again -she really didn’t - but it was as if they forced it out of her -an orgasm so brutal that she blacked out.

When Wave woke up again, she was lying on her couch and the tentacles were using their cups to… Yep, ‘drink’ all her juices. They were traveling up and down her leg and thigh in a way that was not sexual at all.

“Hey.” She whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. “You done?”

A tentacle came near her face and caressed it, which made her chuckle. “Thank you for the orgasms.”

The tentacle booped her nose. Then they gently covered her with the quilt on the back of the couch and retreated to the hole on the floor until they disappeared completely. The hole closing right after.

“Well… Fuck.” Wave would think about cleaning and wondering what her neighbors probably heard tomorrow.

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Explicit - Part 4 of 4

YVONE

I'm so happy I got this done.

Now I need to figure out what to do with the Walrider dude.

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Explicit - Part 3 of 4

YVONE

Yvone just got two new chapters with her werewolf. Enjoy it ;)

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Explicit - Part 2 of 2

Yvone

Summary: Yvone should've known better than to return home so late.At least the full moon is giving her enough light to make her way back.She will be home soon. What could possibly go wrong?

Notes: It’s been a while, but I needed to finish it ;)

When Yvone woke up the next morning, she felt lost for a moment.

Why was the bed so hard? Why was it so light inside her house?

Then she heard soft snoring from behind herself and it all came crashing down on her.

The werewolf! The fucking!

What the actual hell?

And was that a hard cock pressing against her back?

The werewolf was still cuddling her from behind, but there was something odd, something she couldn’t quite place…

When she lowered her eyes, she realized what it was: the arms! Those were normal arms, human arms… It was the morning. He wasn’t a werewolf anymore.

The arms wrapped around her thick and covered in dark hair, his hands -one resting on her belly, the other holding her tit -were big and rough. But not the point.

She tried looking over her shoulder to see him, but his face was hidden and she could only see a lot of her and big shoulders.

So he was big even when he wasn’t a wolf.

She tried moving, but his arms tightned around her. He grumbled something, the hand around her tit squeezing it, his cock pressing more firmly against her ass.

Yvone was immediately reminded of what he’d done to her the night before. And how much she’d enjoyed it.

The man was clearly stirring awake, still mumbling sleepily, but his other movements were much more obvious. He clearly had a one track mind.

The hand on her tit was now playing with it, and the one on her belly was sliding down.

“Excuse you.” Yvone called.

He froze for a second. Then his head came up and he peered at her. There was a riot of curls on his head, heavy browns and clear confusion.

Then… “Fuck!” He looked alarmed. “Last night…” He looked at her. “Did I hurt you?”

She couldn’t help but scoff. “Not exactly.” Although she was sore.

He frowned for a minute, then understanding spread across his face. Then he had the gall to smirk. “Oh I see. You fed the wolf.”

She huffed. “I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“But you’re not hurt.” He checked again.

“No.”

Silence.

That was when Yvone noticed his hands hadn’t moved from their positions. “Do I know you?” She asked.

“Not from around here.” He grumbled, lowering his head so he could sniff at her neck. “You smell really good.”

“What are you doing now?” She asked, even though her voice came out breathy, because he was… Yup, kissing her neck.

“Thanking you for last night.” He answered simply, his kisses on her neck so sweet she’d might even forgotten his hands, had he not pinched her nipple.

“And you think that’s the way to go?” She asked, already squirming against him.

His free hand dove between her legs. “Considering how wet you are… Yes.”

She couldn’t argue with that kind of logic.

His finger slid easily inside her as Yvone parted her thighs a bit to give him more space. He hummed in approval, nipping on her neck gently.

“I’ve never woke up feeling so good after a full moon.” He informed her, his finger fucking her. “And I think it’s thanks to this magical cunt.”

“Hey!”

He rolled her on her back and got between her legs. He pushed two fingers inside her cunt, fucking her a bit harder with them. “Yes, that’s what happened.” He grinned wolfishly -ha!- at her. “You calmed the beast.”

Yvone’s eyes fell on his cock. “It doesn’t look calmer.”

He chuckled and covered her body with his. “You need to work your magic then.”

Before she could sass him back, the man kissed her. She hadn’t kissed him as a wolf -was that even possible? -and his lips were surprisingly soft, just as his stubble was rough.

He kept on fingering her while they kissed, but as her moans grew louder he pulled back. “Fuck, you’re sweet.” He grinned. “Was I a good wolf and licked your cunt?”

“Yes.” She said honestly, hips moving, searching for his fingers.

“I’ll do it again later.” He promised. “Now I really need to fuck you again.”

He was smaller as a man, but that didn’t mean much as he was huge as a wolf. His cock was still big and hard, and it’d feel really good inside her.

He pulled back and brought her ankles to his shoulders, then pushed his cock inside her.

“You brute!” She whined. “Go slower.”

“It’s your fault for having such a pretty cunt.” He hissed, feeling her swallowing him.

Yvone wanted to tell him to go to hell, but conversation became impossible after that.

He fucked her as hard as he had as a wolf. In this position there was little she could do, but the stranger didn’t seem to mind as he plowed her cunt.

The wet slapping of skin sounded so dirty in broad daylight, but Yvone didn’t have in herself to care. Not when his cock was so satisfying.

The man wasn't able to keep a conversation any longer. His grunts were rough and breathless as he fucked her like was possessed, as if he needed to chase this feeling.

She snuck a hand down her body and played with her clit, getting a grunt of approval from the stranger fucking her.

He lowered his head to kiss her, bending her completely. He bit her lower lip and she snapped, screaming her orgasm into his mouth.

He growled -almost the same way as the night before -his thrusts losing cordination, but not intention.

When he came, he pushed his hips flush against hers, making her take every drop of his cum.

Yvone felt like she’d died. Twice.

He chuckled and pulled out of her body, lowing her legsso they cradled his body. “Magic indeed.”

She snorted.

The stranger leaned forward and dropped a sharp nip to her nipple, making Yvone squeak.

“By the way…” He drawled. “What’s your name?”

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Confession: I don’t usually have sex dreams, but when I do they’re usually about Jaal. Not that I’m complaining.

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I know what I’d like to be doing in Middle Earth right about now...

Ismael Cruz Córdova as Arondir

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power 1.01

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so there’s an extended romance scenes mod for mass effect 2 now……

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Money can't buy happiness, becuase money can't buy me a big beefy Orc boyfriend with perky man titties, hairy chest, and has two full sleeves of ink on both arms with a nice scruffy beard and a fuckin thunder cock.

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a soul to keep by opal reyne