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“Oh? Could you give an example? Not necessarily something you’ve personally been through,” she said, already jotting down notes. While she wasn’t planning on launching a ghost hunt, it was always useful for her to take note of potential leads that she found interesting. Maybe she would end up back here, this time chasing a story about a ghostly lady haunting one of the cornfields. “And what do you think sets Smallville apart from other towns?”

Clark offered a small smile and folded his hands together on the table as he leaned forward just slightly. "Small towns like this always seem to have their fair share of mysteries. Some people chalk it up to superstition, others to coincidence." He paused, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as if measuring how much to share. "But you'd be surprised how often 'supernatural' turns out to be … well, something more real than people expect."

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Morgan gasped and clung to him, so no matter which way they fell, she would go with him. “I’ll believe it when I feel your cock,” she whispered near his ear. “How does someone like you fuck, huh? Is it like they describe it in porn?”

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Feral seemed right because he was utterly devoted to throwing himself onto her.

Arousal stemmed hotly from him as he manhandled her flesh and pulled on her curves with wanton need. " I can and I will!" He moaned right back to her.

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“Looks like I’m not the only one having a tough time getting to sleep,” Aaveraxx murmured softly as he stepped out onto the balcony. The city lights below were faint and fading the later into the night they got, but they still offered a beautiful glittering backdrop for the gorgeous young woman that was staring out at them over the railing. The two-toned dragonborn stepped close, his huge frame arching as he leaned down beside Anya, tail flicking to curl and rest behind her. “So, what’s on your mind?”

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"What isn't on my mind?" she replied, leaning towards him until she was resting on his side. As far as she could remember, she'd been with Aaveraxx. She didn't have any family left, not since her cousin disappeared and her aunt and uncle moved to parts unknown. And her parents had been victims of the attack where he'd found her. As far as she knew, she was alone, save for him. "We've been traveling for so long and no sign of either my aunt and uncle. What if they're gone too? What will happen to me then?"

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"Stamina is not an issue. But rather what others will whisper." For Sophia, from her knight Roderic from @tavernsoftemptation

"They whisper regardless of what I do," she said, winking. "I'd rather be happy while they whisper behind our backs than have them decide what I should do." Finishing the shell necklace she'd been making, she admired the dark stones under the sunlight before taking his hand and dropping it onto his cupped palm. "Perhaps you would give me your answer by nightfall. Surely you know the moment I would be alone, Sir Roderic."

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She didn’t question him; rather, she followed, a tiny smile forming when she saw where he was leading her. From the moment he’d filled her for the first time, she’d learned a lot about him and his tastes.

How he could be soft and loving to hard and rough, almost punishing, but it didn’t matter to her. It was still Eric who was thrusting in and out of her at the end of the day, his sticky tip slamming against her sweet spot before entering her womb.

At his words, rough and lustful, she tilted her head to the side to offer him quicker access to her neck and the blood that pumped beneath the skin. She moaned his name as she pulled one of his arms around her, so it coiled around the side of her waist and his fingers pressed over her still-clothed sex, knowing that it wouldn’t take him long to start pleasuring her between her legs.

And her ass ended up pressed against him, moving in slow semi-circles. While she would have asked him what she could do to help, in typical Eric Northman fashion, he ended up showing her rather than telling her.

Erik held his gaze steady as she approached, the noise of the club fading around them. Her soft words—“Something ails you”—cut through the haze, and though he didn’t answer at first, her touch eased the tension in his neck like she knew it had been there forever. Finally, he admitted, “It was someone. A mistake I buried, but it’s clawing back.”

She never demanded, only stayed by choice—silent, patient, grounding. “Not important anymore,” he murmured, eyes searching hers for judgment and finding none. The chaos of the club grated on him tonight, the bloodlust and noise scraping his skin. His fingers brushed her leg as he whispered, “I’m done here. Too many eyes.”

Lifting his gaze, blue eyes glinting in the dim light, he offered quietly, “Come with me. I don’t want company... I want you.” Rising with fluid certainty, he waited, knowing she’d follow. When she did, the tightness in his chest eased as he led her out into the cool, quiet night—away from the hunger and chaos, into a silence that belonged only to them.

He walked her to a darkened alleyway, turning her against the brick and kissed her neck. "you always bring a lovely distraction to me"

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“I love horny you,” she giggled, pressing her body against his. “Do what you like…just give me that big cock, baby…” Estella rubbed against him, already impatient.

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the alien brute left no doubt or implication or his intention. " I am very as you say horny." The strength of his grip having her body rub against him.

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"Something ails you," she said softly, taking another step, not with daring, but with the silent reassurance that she could. She hadn't been there as long as Pam, his progeny, or the rest of the staff and his regular patrons, but she looked and felt like she belonged there as much as they did. Eliana took things a step further by running her fingers up his arm and over his neck, gently kneading the spot she knew he liked. "Or is it...someone?"

There were limits to her visions, like everything else in this world, and she didn't always see what she wanted; rather, she saw what she needed. All she could sense was the chaos in his thoughts, and she tilted her head a little to the side, a flash of red and high laughter flitting through her mind.

The rare smile was burned into her memory, and it made her smile as she settled down on the armrest of his chair, the side of her thigh pressing against his arm. She could have asked for her own chair, but the moment he'd plopped her onto his lap, she knew she would have no need for it.

"Tell me or not, it matters little. It feels none of my business to understand what it is." Her own reassurance that she wasn't going to pry. She'd been asking him a lot of questions about himself lately; the least she could do was to leave him a few secrets to keep for himself.

Erik watched her through the din and pulse of the club, the pounding bass a distant thrum beneath the quiet gravity of her presence. She moved as if untouched by the chaos—slow, deliberate, like a dream walking through smoke. Vampires fed, humans moaned, bodies writhed against velvet and flesh—but she drifted through it all as if it were beneath her. And to him, it was. The others stared. He let them. As long as they didn’t touch.

Her bare feet whispered across the floor, the hem of her skirt trailing behind like mist. She moved toward him with that same soft certainty she always did, as if called—not by voice, but by something older, something unspoken. He remembered the first time her eyes met his and refused to look away. She had named herself after. And she had chosen him.

When she stepped onto the platform, her fingers brushed over the back of his hand, delicate and warm. He turned his hand, letting his palm meet hers, anchoring the connection. “Eliana,” he said low voice, almost lost beneath the music, but meant only for her. Not a command. Not a question. A greeting. A claim.

He didn’t move. Didn’t need to. She was here now. In all this noise and hunger, she was the only still point. The only one who saw him, not the title, not the predator. Just the man beneath the centuries. And because she saw him—and because she smiled—Erik smiled back. Just once. Just for her.

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“I do? Really?” Mio blinked, genuinely surprised at that. She had been so focused with training with her mother and Panda II that it had never occurred to her that there were men – and maybe women – interested in her. Not until she started showing interest in another man, mainly him. “I wouldn’t know. I mean why would I look at anyone if I already like someone else?”

The whole ‘sleeping around’ thing wasn’t something she was familiar with. Maybe that was the downside of growing up sheltered, living in an almost feudal community in the Chinese or Japanese mountains. But it wasn’t too isolated that she hadn’t had access to ‘naughty’ videos, so this new position wasn’t unfamiliar to her. Mio did wrap her legs around his waist and giggled, kissing him. She noticed that he had kept his under vest on, and she started to tug on it, to try and remove it. “You’re not fully naked, Jun,” she whispered. “Take this off? Please?” She was unaware of the scars beneath, but even if she did see them, she wouldn’t be bothered by what they looked like.

She’d seen so many scars on King’s chest and back, not to mention the slash over one of Bear’s eyes ( a result from Panda lashing out at him ). Needless to say, she wouldn’t have cared. The ‘worst’ she would do was kiss every scarred and marred inch while riding one of his legs until she ended up squirting all over him. For now, though, she focused on holding him flush against her, her lips pressing heated kisses on the side of his neck.

Ah... Her giggle was so cute. No wonder he fell for her, past the fact that she was physically his exact type. He also wasn't the most experienced, so getting to do this with her was... Exciting, to say the least. He offered no resistance as she removed his upmost layers. "Couch is a good shout...~"

As he began to strip off the rest, he couldn't help but get distracted by her removing her own clothing. Especially as he saw her muscles, and her large chest. Lords.... And he was about to sleep with her? This was a dream come true. Though when she looked at him, he snapped out of his spell and finished stripping until he was only in his under vest - which never came off, to hide the scars he had. He gave her a gentle smile, to reassure her that he was both ready for this, and to help distract her. He had tried to help with the search but it really did prove difficult.

Moving back on top of her on the couch, he pulled her into a naked embrace. Nothing heated, just something gentle before they'd get started. Not that his hard length rubbing against her would hide his excitement. At her teasing kind question, he couldn't help but blush. "Most people do not find me appealing... So I feel blessed that you do... Though I must return the question; someone as gorgeous and lovely as you must surely have more interested suitors than just me...~" He happily nuzzled her back, gently smooching her after his own comments.

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Fangtasia, Shreveport, Louisiana Sometime during the 21st century

The music pounded from the speakers embedded onto the walls and even the ceiling, but the bass wasn’t enough to fully drown out the hum and barely muffled moans of those on the dance floor or in the booths. Vampires and humans, mingling, feeding, and in some cases, in the early throes of fucking.

But everyone had faded into the background, at least in her periphery, as she moved her body slowly, her humming faint as she allowed the melody to take over and guide her steps and movements. Eliana was lost in her own little world just then, and her eyes were closed, a blissful smile on her face.

Maybe she was too trusting of the vampires around her, that they wouldn’t swoop her up and feed from her. And she didn’t trust them.

She trusted him.

She could feel his eyes on her, and when she opened hers, brown met blue, and she began drifting over to him, the hem of her skirt trailing along the floor and covering her bare feet.

Before him, she’d had no name, called only the ‘Seer’ or even ‘it’, depending on what her former captors wanted from her. After, she’d chosen her own name, found a home, and found him.

“Eric,” she whispered, taking that one final step up onto his platform. Her fingertips grazed over the back of his hand, and she hummed again, a vision of him in furs during the winter making her smile.

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His intentions were glaring. Morgan might not have a dual college degree, but she could tell that much. And by god, did it feel good to have her switch her mind off and just let herself feel. Let her feel every throbbing, veiny inch that Calvin was generous enough to give her. Although she was tight, she was wet enough for him to move in and out without hurting her too much, but she did groan whenever his tip roughly pushed past her cervix and lodged into her womb. And she could hear herself begging him to fuck her hard, to the point where her eyes ended up rolling up to the back of her head, her eyelids fluttering closed and her fingers gripping fistfuls of the already wrinkled fabric. “F-f-fuck, what…what happened to self…self-defense?” she murmured. It felt like a lifetime ago since she asked him to teach her how to defend herself, but the only thing she learned was that when faced with Calvin’s cock, she was such a whore.

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Morgan was exhausted, but not to the point where she would have Calvin stop and give her some time to rest. She needed his cock more than anything, and when he started forcing it back inside her, she began to shudder, tiny spasms erupting around his shaft the deeper it penetrated her. Maybe he liked that; she certainly did. “A-a-again?” she whimpered. A rhetorical question, definitely, because what else was he thinking of doing to her? She was so wet that her pussy must have felt like a damn Slip n’ Slide, and the slick noises that his thrusts made were so hot. But he was still big enough that she felt some resistance, and as long as she was as tight as she was, it would always be there. With her trapped between the couch and Calvin, she knew that she wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

Let’s be honest here, as big as that cock was, there’s never going to be anything but a tight fit for him. And she’s not going to be given much of an opportunity to rest if Calvin could help it either. He’s using this bimbo bod until she’s got nothing left. He chuckled to himself, gazing at that ass of hers, grabbing one of those meaty cheeks as he slammed his hips forth once more. Making sure that Morgan felt every last inch slamming into her. Making sure she felt him as deep as he could force it. A strong arm would wrap around her waist, bicep bulging as he all but mounted his new fuck toy as her juices dripped down that beast of a cock. “Oh, we’re going again…” he growled. A bit playful of a growl it was, despite his intentions with her.

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He upped his thrusts, much to her secret delight. And she started moaning his name, her breath hitching whenever his tip slammed against her cervix. At this rate, she was going to have her womb filled with his godly cock, and everyone knew how that usually turned out for humans.

This should have been the moment to tell him to stop, but all she ended up groaning out was: “Harder. Give me more.”

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All he had was his intuition, and that filled him with even more passion to know how wetter she had gotten. She could deny it, but her body spoke against her words. Such a telling truth, and he loved that.

Taking advantage of her sickness, he plowed her depths and gluttony consumed thrill of filling her gorgeous cunt. His mouth watered all the more from the pleasure.

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Cuddling but you won’t stop rubbing my clit so all I can do is bury my face in your chest and orgasm in your arms while you whisper praise in my ear