did.
“I will bring blood back to the full moon, and you will suffer each scream she makes while I do so.”
Leaving the threat to linger over the dead wolves, she turned and made her way into the forest. Catching the delicious scent of a deer and her adrenaline still running on high, she smiled inwardly.
Tonight brought the beginning of bloodshed.
Chapter Eight
Heat surrounded her, entwined with the soothing scents of woods, spice, and flesh. Shyla moaned as a tingling sensation pooled between her legs. Still foggy with sleep, it took a moment to realize the tingling grew with the gentle, rhythmic strokes of fingers.
Pressure mounted, and one of those teasing fingers slid inside her. She tipped her hips into the hand, reveling in the way her body responded, extra sensitive and tender. Every nerve splayed out, accepting the slightest touch with overexcited receptiveness.
She lifted her leg and curled it around the lean hips in front of her. Another set of fingers slid along her rear and turned down to her sex. These fingers didn’t try to invade her vagina. Instead, they pulled back into her rear and teased her nether opening.
Her body blazed with erotic desire. A hand slinked around her front and began teasing the nipple of her right breast until it pearled. She pressed her head back until it hit an unyielding barrier. Liquid lava touched the hollow of her neck and drew a slow, tantalizing path along her throat that ended at her chin. The probing finger in her sex glided in and out, building a mountainous peak within her. The finger teasing her rear opening slid along her wet pussy, tracing around the invasion until they came together over her clit.
She shuddered. Sensations overwhelmed her, tingling, itching, and coiling. Pleasure swirled in her body and mind, waiting, waiting. Climax lapped around her spirit, drinking from the stimulation and growing with each swallow. Fingers and tongues teased her, two solid bodies holding her in a delightful prison as they did what they would.
She was their playground, and she didn’t mind at all.
Fingers retraced their trek around the probing appendage and returned to her rear. Using the natural moisture of her arousal, one finger slowly forced its way into that forbidden section. She gasped, the stretching of her skin sparking an unusual pain as pleasure assaulted her a mere inch away. The dueling sensations left her in a state of mindlessness.
She peeled back her eyelids and met the blacker than black eyes of Coal, whose head was propped up on his hand. She pressed her rear into the gentle finger, trying to accept one probe while holding on to the other.
“Good morning, love,” Coal said, his voice thick and rich, pouring over her like warm, sticky caramel.
Feverish breath tickled her ear. She looked back and met Jacy’s piercing green gaze.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked.
Shyla bit down on her bottom lip as the pleasure-pain coils snapped, releasing her into the embracing arms of climax. She sat her hips down, forcing both fingers deeper into her body as the shuddering intensity of release blinded her.
Somewhere in the distant realm of her comprehending mind, she heard Jacy chuckle. “Must be good.”
“Sweetheart,” Coal rasped. Shyla whimpered as his mouth closed over hers and his tongue swept over hers. She dug her hand into his hair, pulling him closer until their kiss turned into a fierce dance of tongues, teeth scraping against teeth. Jacy’s mouth singed a possessive path along her neck, shoulder, and down her back. Coal’s finger pulled out of her core, and the thick head of his shaft replaced it. Jacy’s fingers splayed over her rear, kneading the fleshy mounds. His teeth nipped one cheek, then the other. He grabbed her, lifted her hips as Coal shifted beneath her, and settled her weeping sheath around his cock.
Coal growled, thrusting his hips upward. Shyla’s elbows buckled, and she fell over his chest. His
“I will bring blood back to the full moon, and you will suffer each scream she makes while I do so.”
Leaving the threat to linger over the dead wolves, she turned and made her way into the forest. Catching the delicious scent of a deer and her adrenaline still running on high, she smiled inwardly.
Tonight brought the beginning of bloodshed.
Chapter Eight
Heat surrounded her, entwined with the soothing scents of woods, spice, and flesh. Shyla moaned as a tingling sensation pooled between her legs. Still foggy with sleep, it took a moment to realize the tingling grew with the gentle, rhythmic strokes of fingers.
Pressure mounted, and one of those teasing fingers slid inside her. She tipped her hips into the hand, reveling in the way her body responded, extra sensitive and tender. Every nerve splayed out, accepting the slightest touch with overexcited receptiveness.
She lifted her leg and curled it around the lean hips in front of her. Another set of fingers slid along her rear and turned down to her sex. These fingers didn’t try to invade her vagina. Instead, they pulled back into her rear and teased her nether opening.
Her body blazed with erotic desire. A hand slinked around her front and began teasing the nipple of her right breast until it pearled. She pressed her head back until it hit an unyielding barrier. Liquid lava touched the hollow of her neck and drew a slow, tantalizing path along her throat that ended at her chin. The probing finger in her sex glided in and out, building a mountainous peak within her. The finger teasing her rear opening slid along her wet pussy, tracing around the invasion until they came together over her clit.
She shuddered. Sensations overwhelmed her, tingling, itching, and coiling. Pleasure swirled in her body and mind, waiting, waiting. Climax lapped around her spirit, drinking from the stimulation and growing with each swallow. Fingers and tongues teased her, two solid bodies holding her in a delightful prison as they did what they would.
She was their playground, and she didn’t mind at all.
Fingers retraced their trek around the probing appendage and returned to her rear. Using the natural moisture of her arousal, one finger slowly forced its way into that forbidden section. She gasped, the stretching of her skin sparking an unusual pain as pleasure assaulted her a mere inch away. The dueling sensations left her in a state of mindlessness.
She peeled back her eyelids and met the blacker than black eyes of Coal, whose head was propped up on his hand. She pressed her rear into the gentle finger, trying to accept one probe while holding on to the other.
“Good morning, love,” Coal said, his voice thick and rich, pouring over her like warm, sticky caramel.
Feverish breath tickled her ear. She looked back and met Jacy’s piercing green gaze.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked.
Shyla bit down on her bottom lip as the pleasure-pain coils snapped, releasing her into the embracing arms of climax. She sat her hips down, forcing both fingers deeper into her body as the shuddering intensity of release blinded her.
Somewhere in the distant realm of her comprehending mind, she heard Jacy chuckle. “Must be good.”
“Sweetheart,” Coal rasped. Shyla whimpered as his mouth closed over hers and his tongue swept over hers. She dug her hand into his hair, pulling him closer until their kiss turned into a fierce dance of tongues, teeth scraping against teeth. Jacy’s mouth singed a possessive path along her neck, shoulder, and down her back. Coal’s finger pulled out of her core, and the thick head of his shaft replaced it. Jacy’s fingers splayed over her rear, kneading the fleshy mounds. His teeth nipped one cheek, then the other. He grabbed her, lifted her hips as Coal shifted beneath her, and settled her weeping sheath around his cock.
Coal growled, thrusting his hips upward. Shyla’s elbows buckled, and she fell over his chest. His
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