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My body spurred me to act, to end the unnecessary torture of her light tease. I wanted her to swallow me deep and make me cum as all the spectators watched on with envy.

When she enveloped the head, her incredible heat, and the slow circling of the tip with her tongue became pure torment. The inability to control the urge to order her to open wider and suck harder proved I had little patience left.

Gruffly, I took hold of her hair with both my hands, squeezing excess blue from the strands, and demanded, “Fuck me with your mouth.”

Not hesitant in the least, she eagerly swallowed at least half my length on the next glide while I closed my eyes, reveling in the wicked suction and the warm wet haven she created.

“Deeper,” I commanded with a husky growl, guiding her by fistfuls of hair. “Let me fuck that face of yours.”

My animalistic need to mark her as mine overpowered the sick and twisted setting I was thrust in. On the porch of the Oleander Manor, surrounded in haint paint… I had my dick sucked by my old childhood friend.

What could be more fucked up than that?

A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips when she slid my cock along her tongue, almost to the back of her throat. To take all of me without gagging required practice, something I would happily offer to assist her with in the future.

Still needing more, I sank my fingers deeper into her thick hair and set the pace. Not so quick to bring me to completion, but with enough speed and friction to keep me on the edge.

I watched through eyes half-lidded from my rising passion as she bobbed up and down steadily, with little guidance. I’d drive harder when ready for more. For the moment, I wanted to savor and revel in her skills at giving oral pleasure.

Her rigorous work accelerated my heart rate, gradually building my need into what was shaping up to be the most explosive climax of my life. Adding to my pleasure, a soft hand swept down to my balls, caressing with her fingertips. The play upped my response as she cupped my aching balls and massaged. Her hand moved in tandem while she continued to suck, her tongue licking and circling the sensitive tip, until my back arched reflexively.

Near the end of my tolerance, my hands curled around her head as my hips thrust upward, driving me even deeper. I fucked her mouth the same way I took her pussy last night—thoroughly claiming every inch.

She didn’t resist, opening wider in eager acceptance. Her own sweet moans of pleasure filled the air, joining my gruff, primal groans.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, watching her spread her legs and obeying like the naughty and yet very good girl she was.

I knew the Elders would appreciate this sign of dominance and submission, but that wasn’t the only reason for my request.

I wanted her to cum. I wanted her to end this night in pleasure rather than nightmare. Even for a split moment, I wanted her to escape this den of vipers.

Looking down, I watched her splayed fingers slide over her belly and mound and disappear between her thighs. I could imagine the intense heat of her pussy, the wetness increasing while she avidly worked her clit. Which only made me want to explode more with the thought.

Thrusting faster, while sliding my cock over her greedy, slurping tongue, I careened headlong toward a shattering climax. “Fuck your pussy and get ready to cum with me.”

Her muffled agreement vibrated around my cock and her body writhed, matching the rhythm of my own as I pumped into her mouth. Low and rumbling, I groaned my pleasure. Both hands held her head as I drove into her mouth, taking all she willingly gave.

The next moment, while her mewls of release rang in my ears, my body tensed, sending my seed pulsing down her throat.

While tremors rocked me from the root of my core, I roared with a need to be fucking her. I needed her pussy, and I needed it now. Fallon had only whetted my appetite for more.

The Elders wanted a show.

The Elders wanted to chase the hauntings away.

What better way than to fill this haint-blue entryway with glass bottles swinging around us? With the voyeuristic lust of all the men standing around in their silver cloaks, I would give them exactly what they wanted as a good recruit would do.

Fallon waited on her knees, looking up at me with puffy lips. I released her hair and placed my hands on both sides of her face as I lowered myself on top of her. I wanted to blanket her body with mine. With my mass over hers, the Elders would only see the rise and fall of my ass as I fucked her. She would be my secret. What I tasted, what I touched, what I smelled and got to engulf myself in, would only be mine.


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