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STORY 53 - THE VAMPIRE IN MY PUSSY (III)

Penulis: Dirty Diana
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-09 04:24:31

He bites my neck and pushes inside me in the same instant.

The scream that tears from my throat isn’t human. The dual penetration – teeth in my neck, cock in my pussy – triggers a whole-body orgasm that starts in my cunt and my throat simultaneously and meets in the middle of my chest like two waves colliding. My back arches off the silk. My hands claw the sheets. My legs wrap around him and pull him deeper – his cold cock filling my scorching pussy, the temperature difference creating a fricti
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  • DIRTY DREAMS   STORY 58 – HER HEAD IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS (II)

    My chest cracks open.All the staring and the it doesn’t mean anything mantras I’ve been reciting while memorizing the shape of her mouth hit me.She’s been doing it too. She changed her lip gloss for me.I pull her tank top over her head and the sight of her stop my breathing. I’ve seen them before. A thousand times. Changing in dorm rooms, trying on bras at stores, but I’ve never seen them. Not like this. With permission as she is straddling my lap and the lamplight warm on her dark skin and her nipples pointing at me like invitations.“Touch them,” she says. “I’ve imagined your hands on them.”I cup her tits and the world tilts.Her skin is softer than mine. Warmer. Her tits are fuller – heavy in my palms, the weight different from cupping my own in the shower. The shape is slightly different, the flesh yielding under my fingers in a way that I feel in my pussy as I drag my thumbs across her nipples. They stiffen further under my touch and she gasps in a way that’s nothing like the

  • DIRTY DREAMS   STORY 58 – HER HEAD IN BETWEEN MY THIGHS (I)

    I’ve been staring at Priya’s mouth for ten years and pretending I haven’t.It's not in a way I’d admit to anyone, including myself, because it’s the kind of staring I can easily rationalize – she has nice lips, I’m appreciating them aesthetically, the way you appreciate a painting or a sunset or a well-designed shoe. Heterosexual appreciation. The kind that could not mean anything more than the fact that your best friend is objectively beautiful and you’re an observant person.Except observant people don’t memorize the exact shade of lip gloss their best friend wears. They don’t notice when she switches from the pink one to the berry one. They don’t track the way her lower lip catches between her teeth when she’s thinking, the way it glistens when she licks it mid-sentence, the way it looks wrapped around the rim of a wine glass at 11 PM on a Friday when they’re sitting on my couch doing what they’ve done every Friday for a decade – drinking too much, talking too honestly, pretending

  • DIRTY DREAMS   STORY 57 – SHIFTING MY INSIDES WITH OUR MATE BOND (IV)

    “That’s the mate bond. It doesn’t fade. It gets stronger.” He thrusts slow. Grinding. The ridges on his cock pressing against my g-spot with each rotation. “Every time I’m inside you, it deepens. Every time I cum inside you, it strengthens. By morning you’ll feel my heartbeat when I’m across a room.”“What else?”“You’ll feel when I shift. When the wolf runs, you’ll feel the freedom in your own chest. When I hunt, you’ll taste blood in your mouth.” He fucks me deeper. His hand cupping my face. “And when I’m aroused – when the wolf wants his mate – you’ll feel the heat between your legs before I’m anywhere near you. Your body will prepare for me without your permission.”“That sounds –”“Intrusive?” He pushes deep. Holds. His cock throbbing inside me. “Or perfect?”“Both.”He bites me. Not my neck this time – the curve where my shoulder meets my throat. The claiming bite. His canines pierce my skin – sharp, brief, the pain searing and then flooding with warmth as his saliva enters my b

  • DIRTY DREAMS   STORY 57 – SHIFTING MY INSIDES WITH OUR MATE BOND (III)

    He pushes in and the stretch is – beyond.His girth forces my pussy open wider than it’s ever been – my walls stretching and resisting, the burn sharp and constant as he sinks deeper. The ridges on his shaft drag against my inner walls and each one creates a point of friction that registers individually – not one sensation of fullness but a series of ridged stimulations that make my pussy light up in segments. The head of his cock is wide and blunt and when it presses against my cervix I feel it in my spine.He’s fully inside me. His cock buried to the base, his pelvis hot against my ass, his chest covering my back. I feel his heartbeat through his cock – faster than human, stronger, a pounding rhythm that pulses inside my walls."Fuck –" The word tears from my mouth. He’s so deep I feel rearranged. The ridges pressing against my g-spot and my walls simultaneously. His heat radiating through my core from the inside out.He moves. Not like a man – like a wolf. Fast, short, powerful thr

  • DIRTY DREAMS   STORY 57 – SHIFTING MY INSIDES WITH OUR MATE BOND (II)

    “I don’t believe in fate.”“Neither does the wolf. He believes in scent. And yours is screaming that you’re ours.”The full moon breaks the tree line behind him. Silver light flooding the forest, turning the pine needles white, casting his shadow long across the ground toward my feet. His eyes brighten – the gold intensifying to a luminous glow that isn’t reflected light but generated from behind his irises.His jaw tightens. The muscles in his arms cord. I see his fingers flex – the nails thickening momentarily before he forces them back. The wolf pushing toward the surface. The moon pulling it.“The moon is up,” he says. His voice rougher now. More vibration, less speech. “My control is dissolving. In about five minutes, the human part of me won’t be driving anymore. The wolf will take over and the wolf doesn’t ask – he claims. Simply mates.”“And if I say no?”“Then I leave. Right now. I fight the shift and I leave and I spend the rest of my life knowing your scent and never tracki

  • DIRTY DREAMS   STORY 57 – SHIFTING MY INSIDES WITH OUR MATE BOND (I)

    The trail ends two miles past the last marker and I keep walking because that’s the kind of decision-making that defines my life lately – ignoring the signs that say turn back and pushing deeper into territory I have no business entering.I’m hiking alone. Not recommended – the ranger at the trailhead said as much when I signed the register. “Solo hiker? On the full moon trail?” He looked at me the way people look at women who do things alone, like I’m either brave or stupid and the distinction doesn’t matter because the outcome is the same. “Stay on the marked path. Don’t hike after dark. And if you see any wildlife – especially canine – make yourself big and back away slowly.”It’s 6 PM. The sun is dropping behind the ridgeline and the forest is shifting from golden to grey and I should have turned around an hour ago but the trail was beautiful and my phone had no signal and for the first time in months my brain was quiet and I kept walking because silence is a drug I’ve been chasin

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