Garyson.
It was like a soft stream was flowing in my chest as I looked at my blushing, shy mate in my arms.
I pressed her against the window and spread her thighs. She bites my shoulder gently.
She loved me. So she just gently bites me. I love her too. So, I wanted to fuck her.
I go deep inside her. I slam into her again and again, filling her little mouth.
Her little legs were up on my arms, swaying as I slammed into her.
"Oh fuck, baby, you're wonderful." I take a deep breath at the nape of her neck.
Her moans are a powerful aphrodisiac for me, spurring me to fuck a little faster and harder. I thrust quickly inside her pussy.
Her body shuddered violently when I hit a spot.
"Baby, that's your sensitive spot." I said with a smile.
I deliberately fucked her sensitive spot again.
She softly begged, "Don't fuck there."
She was already so disoriented from my fucking that she couldn't even say
Mera. Mistress Hawthorne took the white paper and said to us, "Do you know what these white papers do?" We shook our heads. "You stack twenty sheets of paper neatly on top of each other and rub them with your buttocks until you turn them into a fan shape." "This is to work on your skills of riding the cock. As you ride the cock, your asses should flex and wiggle, which will make your Alpha cum faster." I looked surprised and couldn't believe my ears. Rubbing paper with my ass to make them fan shape? The other girls whispered. Mistress Hawthorne tapped her whip repeatedly on the table, "Shut up! Be quiet! You're just slaves, you don't need to be ashamed." I raised my head to meet her eyes. Her stern eyes frightened me. "Your asses and pussies are for Alpha to fuck. Do not forget who you are." "Now let me choose a girl for my teaching demonstration." Her eyes lingered on each girl for a few seconds
Mistress Hawthorne. I found a little slave falling in love with her master, which is not allowed in the castle. Mera is always distracted in class. Her hands are cupped around her face, and she looks out the window and smiles, like a little girl in love. After my careful observation, I was pretty sure she liked her master. I had told her in all seriousness that a slave could not fall in love with her master, but apparently she didn't take my warning seriously. She was not a good girl, but a bad one. If she fell in love with a man, then she wouldn't open her legs to any other man. I had to stop something worse happening. I took out a wooden box with some patterns carved on the surface. In the center of the box, there was a metal latch whose color shimmered with a faint bronze light. I opened the latch, and in the center was a white pill wrapped in a red velvet cloth. This was a strong aphrodisiac. As long as it is eaten, a woman must have sex in order to release the effect of th
Mera.Hot!!!I feel so hot! A heat sweeps through my body from the inside out. This heat is not normal.My breathing became rapid and my lips became dry. I kept licking my lips and still felt thirsty. I tore off my clothes but still felt hot."So hot." I tried to stand up, but my legs were too weak to do so. I held onto the chair and propped up my upper body.Why do I suddenly feel hot? Why? I looked to my half-drunk water and immediately knew the reason."You drugged me." I fell to the floor and looked to Mistress Hawthorne in horror.I struggled in disarray, tearing at the clothes on my body because I was so hot. I felt my pussy keep leaking juices and they soaked my panties. I simply couldn't control my desire for cock.She let out a sneer as she watched my wretched state.I stubbornly bit my lip to keep from begging for mercy. I wanted to be fucked. The inside of my pussy was so itchy that I couldn't control the urge to stick my fingers inside."Little slave, your little pussy wi
Garyson.My insides raged as I saw my mate pinned down by four men."Stop! Help!" Her pleas for help were so desperate that my heart felt like pins and needles.I immediately rushed up and kicked the men who were taking off their pants. They were shocked by my powerful aura and took a few steps back."Get out of here!" I growled, my voice filled with anger. My eyes burned with fire, as if I wanted to burn the aggressors to ashes.I saw my mate huddled in the corner.Mera's cheeks flushed an unusual shade of red. Her whole body was hot and she was unconsciously spilling out moans as if she was on an aphrodisiac.Her clothes were torn and large swaths of her skin were exposed to the air. There was already some confusion in her consciousness.I took my jacket off and covered her body."Sir, you're disturbing my work." Hawthorne said."Educating slaves is my job. Otherwise the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack will get me in trouble if he's not happy with her." She said helplessly as she spread
Mera. He slid into me without a word, causing me to arch my back from the sudden fullness. My insides stretch to accommodate his length and thickness. "Aah Aah, that feels so good." I cried out. My body needed him. The heat disappears a bit as he enters me. "Shh, little baby, relax, just relax." He runs his fingers through my hair to calm me down. He kisses me and holds me closer. He starts moving fast, pumping in and out of me rhythmically. We moaned together. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting him to fuck me harder. "Harder." I whimpered. I felt so slutty like a whore. But I knew it was because of the aphrodisiac I had taken. I felt so hard. I had to orgasm once to be comfortable. As the sex continued, the aphrodisiac had less and less effect on me. The deeper he entered, the more comfortable I became. He controlled my orgasms. I liked being controlled by him too. "I'm about to orgasm."
Mera. I thought Mistress Hawthorne would chastise me for taking too many breaks, but she didn't criticize me. She just stared at me with a look I couldn't read. I couldn't tell what her look meant. I made myself a transparent person, hoping not to attract anyone's attention. However, Everly was jealous of my frequent absences from class. She sat behind me. I could feel a pair of jealous eyes staring at my back. I felt helpless and innocent. She didn't realize what horrible things I had gone through. Would she still be jealous of me if she knew I was almost raped? We were in the middle of class. She kicks my stool with her foot. I turned to her and frowned, stopping her movement with my gaze. Does she want to get scolded by Mistress Hawthorne? I don't want to. "STOP!" I said to her, rolling my eyes. "You bitch!" She looked at me with a disgusted expression. I didn't want to get in trouble. If I got into trouble, it might reflect badly on my master. I just want to be a normal g
Mera. "It's amazing that Mistress Hawthorne didn't criticize me today." I told Garyson excitedly as I sat on his lap. He had his hands on my waist and looked at me with a smile. "Did she feel guilty about me due to the aphrodisiac?" I speculated. He shook his head meaningfully and said, "Do you remember I told you I had a secret?" A secret? It dawned on me. He had told me he had a secret. Could Mistress Hawthorne's change in attitude toward me have something to do with his secret? What's his secret? Whatever his secret is, it won't change the fact that we love each other. "What's your secret?" I asked curiously with a blink of my eyes. "I'll tell you later. If this secret becomes known to more people, your situation will become more dangerous. I worry about your safety." He told me apologetically. I pondered for a moment, understanding his concern. The time may not be ripe right now. I trusted him. I believed he wouldn't lie to me. Tonight, he entered me on the soft bed with
Mera. Although I firmly believe in love when facing Quinn, there is actually a bit of concern in my heart. She did cause me some distress. "He just likes what's between your legs." This phrase was repeated over and over again in my mind. I tried to please such negativity, but her voice seemed to keep ringing in my ears. Was he telling the truth? Did he like me because of the novelty? Is it not me but my flesh that he likes? Does he just want to fuck me and that's why he likes me? NO! "I can't let such negativity control me." I mumbled to myself, trying to encourage myself to pull myself together. I would think about all the times we were together. When I was in danger, he protected me. When I was sad, he cared for me. Everything he did for me is etched in my memory. Those sweet moments and warm smiles all made up our love story. I took a deep breath and denied all doubts and speculations about him. However, once the seed of doubt is planted in the heart, it takes root and con