Page 9 of 13 Haunted Nights


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I pressed my thighs together.

He slipped his hand under my waistband and pressed his long fingers against the front of my underwear. “You’re ruined for me,” he mumbled, his head dipping into the crook of my neck. “So fucking ruined.”

I bit my lip to muffle a whimper as he dragged his fingertips against my slit through my underwear. Even if I wasn’t a slave, I couldn’t fight back. I couldn’t tell him no, that I didn’t want it, that the thought of him didn’t make me wet.

Because I’d be a liar.

Watching me carefully, he slid his fingers underneath my underwear. I stiffened and widened my eyes, the heat exploding between my legs. Nobody had ever touched me there before tonight.

After tracing my clit, he dropped his fingers lower and pushed them into me.

“Ride my fingers,” he ordered.

“I-I don’t know how,” I whispered.

With his free hand, he grasped my hip and moved my ass up and down on him, forcing me to ride his digits, my thoughts slipping away and my mind emptying for the first time in a long time.

“Just like that,” he murmured, slowly releasing me. “You’re doing so well.”

Like he showed me, I moved my hips back and forth, the pressure rising in my core. The mere friction of his palm against my clit drove me mad. He placed his lips on my soft spot, right below my ear, and sucked on the skin. A wave of pleasure rushed through me.

He trailed his hand up to the zipper of my shirt, pulling it down and letting me fall out of it. Grunting, he groped one of my breasts and squeezed it hard. My nipple rolled around his rough palm, sending another wave of heat to my core. My pussy tightened around his fingers, the pressure too much to handle.

“You’re going to come for me, little mouse,” he murmured.

He curled his fingers inside me at just the right angle, sending me over the edge. My body shuddered against him, my mind foggy, and my limbs numb. He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them into his mouth, his eyes growing even darker behind all that makeup.

After licking his lips, he scooped me into his arms and walked with me onto the estate, into the house, and to the couch, his dick growing harder against my backside. When he sat me down on my hands and knees, he slid off my pants and underwear, undid his jeans, and pushed them down to his knees.

I stared with wide eyes at his huge cock, my pussy growing even warmer. He slapped his dick against my ass, once and then twice, then he slipped it to my pussy lips. A wad of spit dripped from his mouth to his throbbing, veiny cock. With his thumb, he massaged the spit over his head, then rubbed it against my clit from behind.

Swallowing hard, I clutched onto the couch cushion and bit my lip to hold back a moan. He continued to drag the head of his cock against my slit and grabbed my waist with his free hand, bending over me to place his mouth on my shoulder.

“You’re mine, little mouse.”

Crimson lined the head of his cock up with my entrance and slowly slid into me. My pussy clenched even harder around him as he stretched me out. He slipped his arm around my waist and rubbed my clit.

As he pounded himself into me from behind, I squeezed my eyes closed to focus on the pressure building quickly between my legs. His mouth was all over my neck, peppering wet and desperate kisses up the column of my throat.

Ramming his cock into my tight hole, he grunted. “Let me come inside you.”

My pussy tightened around his enormous cock.

Usually, masters didn’t ask for permission. But God, hearing those words come out of his mouth–like I was the one with all the control–it made me feel a certain type of way. I arched my back so he could thrust into me deeper.

“Pleas–”

“Yes,” I cried, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. “Come inside m–”

Before I could even finish my sentence, he slammed his dick into me and groaned. I threw my head back and screamed out in pleasure, wave after wave rushing through my entire body. My legs trembled, my mind numbing.

“You asked me what I was,” he finally murmured, pulling out of me while I still came down from the indescribable orgasm. His cum dripped between my pussy lips and onto the couch underneath me. He dipped his fingers into my cunt again and shoved his cum back inside me. “Soon, I’ll put you back into chains, lock you to my headboard, and fuck you senseless every waking moment of the day. I’m going to be your worst nightmare, little mouse.”

Four Masked Wolves

CONTENT WARNING: PUBLIC SEX, WEIRD SEX TOYS, REVERSE HAREM, WOLF SHIFTERS

Dressed in a tiny black latex costume thathid nothing, I curled my arm around Gaian’s elbow and stepped onto the sidewalk that led to Maxine’s Halloween party. Maxine lived alone in a house that her ancestors had passed down through the generations. Sitting on the outskirts of Durnbone, the gray stone house stood three stories tall against the foggy night, covered in cobwebs and fake spiders, blood and gore.

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