Masuk# Elena Voss #A floorboard creaked behind me. I turned.She emerged from the shadows near the fireplace, a female form, lithe and deadly beautiful. Pale skin that shimmered like moonlight on obsidian, long black hair cascading over full, high breasts with dark nipples already pebbled. Hips flared wide, pussy bare and glistening. Her eyes were silver voids. The Veiled Sister.“You reek of him,” she hissed, voice like silk over a blade. She circled me, fingers trailing my arm. Electricity sparked where she touched. “He marked your cunt. But I will claim your soul.”Fear spiked, but so did arousal. Her scent, jasmine and feminine musk, made my mouth water. She stepped closer, breasts brushing mine through my tank top. Her hand slid down my stomach, dipping under my shorts to cup my soaked pussy. Two fingers parted my slick folds, stroking my clit with expert precision.“Wet already, little whore?” she mocked. “The House corrupts so beautifully.”I gasped as she plunged those fingers dee
# Elena Voss #I never believed in ghosts until the house on Blackthorn Lane started whispering my name. My name, Elena Voss, sliding through the cracks in the old oak floors like smoke curling around my thighs. I’d inherited the place from a great-aunt I barely remembered, a crumbling Victorian monstrosity tucked deep in the misty Pacific Northwest woods. The realtor had warned me: “It has… history. People don’t stay long.” I laughed it off. I was thirty-two, freshly divorced from a man whose touch had grown as cold and mechanical as the life he left me in, and I needed somewhere to disappear. Somewhere the shadows could swallow my failures whole.The moving truck left at dusk. I stood alone on the wraparound porch, keys heavy in my palm, the air thick with pine and something sweeter, cloves and musk, like a lover’s skin after hours of raw fucking. The front door creaked open before I even touched it, swinging inward on silent hinges. A chill licked up my spine, but heat pooled low i
[ AVA'S POS ]The empire was vast, but threads were beginning to fray. Elias, now 30 and a force within the family conglomerate, had taken a wife from the extended circle and begun building his own secrets. Victoria, 25, was fully initiated into the adult rituals, her appetite rivaling her mother’s. The younger children were growing up fast, their innocence a fragile shield we guarded fiercely. Elena, at 47, had delivered our thirteenth child a year ago and was pregnant with the fourteenth. Her body was a living monument to our excess, enormous, perpetually lactating breasts, a soft, full belly, wide fertile hips, and an ass that craved constant, extreme use.A new internal crisis erupted. Thorne, once broken, had regrouped with dissidents and threatened to expose the core family videos unless he received greater power and exclusive access to Elena.The showdown took place in the mountain retreat. Elena, belly prominently rounded, walked in like a goddess of sin. She diffused the tens
[ AVA'S POS ]Soon, others joined. Elena was surrounded. Cocks in her mouth, hands on her tits, fingers in her holes. I directed much of it, ensuring she was protected while used. Double penetration became triple, cock in her pussy, cock in her ass, and another in her throat. She moaned around the shafts, body shaking with orgasms. Fists stretched her limits. Milk was sucked and sprayed. Cum was pumped into and onto her pregnant form.I reclaimed her repeatedly, fucking her ass raw while others watched and participated. Extreme. Unrelenting. She came dozens of times, squirting, shaking, begging for more. The night sealed new alliances through depravity. New lies were agreed upon. The coalition was brought into the fold.Returning home, the adrenaline and jealousy fueled a private reckoning. In our master suite, I tied Elena to the four-poster bed, her pregnant belly prominent. I spent hours teasing and punishing her.I sucked her tits dry while fingering both holes. Then flogged her s
[ AVA'S POS ]Elena and I stole moments of pure connection. Slow, loving fucks where I worshiped her body, kissing every stretch mark, drinking her milk, making love to her pregnant-again belly. Then the switch to savagery: public risks in the city, rough car sex, alleyway anal, high-rise balcony poundings.One night, after a tense board meeting, we returned home and destroyed the living room. Furniture knocked over. I fisted her to the elbow in her cunt while she rode a dildo in her ass. Then real double penetration with Rafael invited under new terms. The extremes pushed boundaries, prolonged sessions, breath play, full body marking.Through it all, Elena’s love anchored me. “No matter how many heirs or lies, I’m yours first.”Rafael was brought to heel. New heirs were planned. The family web grew larger, darker, and more sexually charged.In the end, as I buried myself balls-deep in Elena’s ass while she nursed our newest child in the early hours, the truth was clear: Love, lies, a
[ AVA'S POS ]But Lucian had his own lies. He’d been working with Sophia to undermine us. Betrayal during the night, attempted poisoning in the wine. We subdued him, extracted confessions through a mix of pain and more sex. Elena rode him while I interrogated, then I took over, fucking him out of her and reclaiming every hole.We left him broken but alive, with a new truce. More money split. More secrets buried.Back home, the reunion with our children was tender. The reunion between Elena and me was apocalyptic. I fucked her in the nursery while Victoria napped nearby, quiet, intense, risky. Then harder in our bed. Anal while she nursed a bottle pump. Breeding talk returned: “Put another one in me soon.”Her body took everything. Fisting, toys, choking, spanking, endless creampies. We made love slow and dark, whispering vows of eternal lies and loyalty.—-------New threats emerged as the children grew. Elias started asking questions about grandparents. Victoria’s first words came am
He didn’t even give me time to catch my breath. He scooped me up off the couch, my legs wrapping around him again as he carried me into the kitchen. The cool air kissed my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten instantly.He set me on the edge of the marble island counter, the cold surface a sh
I whimpered, leaning back against his solid chest. His cock was hard again, pressing hot and heavy against my lower back.“Bend over,” he growled.I braced my hands on the mirror. He kicked my feet apart, gripped my hips, and thrust back inside me in one smooth stroke. The new angle made me cry out
I sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until my ass rested against his thighs. The stretch was perfect, deeper in this position, pressing against new sensitive spots that made my eyes flutter.“Fuck… you feel huge like this,” I moaned, bracing my hands on his chest.His fingers dug into my hip
# EUNICE #I lay there panting, my body still trembling with aftershocks as the vibrator buzzed uselessly against my oversensitive clit. He reached down and gently took it from my hand, switching it off and tossing it aside on the bed. His eyes never left mine.“Next time?” I whispered, voice hoars







