All Chapters of Dirty Forbidden Confessions: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

He's so thick I can barely fit him past my lips. My jaw stretches painfully as I try to take more, saliva pooling in my mouth, tears already pricking my eyes."Fuck." His hand fists in my hair, his voice a harsh whisper. "That's it. Choke on it. Show me how bad you want this cock."I take him deeper, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. The sound is too loud in the quiet house and we both freeze, listening. Nothing. No footsteps. No doors opening.He looks down at me with dark satisfaction. "Careful. You almost got us caught."He starts to fuck my face, one hand controlling my head, using my mouth like a toy. I gag and choke and drool all over his cock, tears streaming down my cheeks, and he loves it. Every sound I make, every time I struggle, his cock twitches against my tongue. Spit runs down my chin and drips onto my bare breasts."Such a good little slut." He shoves deep and holds me there until I can't breathe, my throat spasming around his thickness. Then pulls back just

I've been lost for three hours when I see the cabin.My phone died around noon, and the trail markers disappeared somewhere after the second creek crossing. Now the sun is setting and the temperature is dropping and I'm stumbling through unfamiliar woods with nothing but a half-empty water bottle and the growing certainty that I'm going to die out here.The cabin appears through the trees like a mirage. Weathered wood, smoke curling from the chimney, warm light glowing in the windows. I don't care who lives here or what they want. I need help.I'm halfway across the clearing when the door opens.Four men step onto the porch. They're all big, the kind of big that comes from physical labor rather than gyms. Dark hair, sharp features, bodies that move with an animal grace that makes something primal in my brain sit up and take notice.The tallest one steps forward. He's got silver threading through his black hair and eyes that seem to glow in the fading light. When he speaks, his voice c

Corvin approaches the bed after Bastian's knot releases. He moves with a predator's grace, unhurried, completely controlled. Where the others showed their desire openly, he keeps his locked away behind those dark eyes."Turn over." His voice is quiet but carries the weight of command.I roll onto my stomach, too exhausted to question. He positions me exactly how he wants, hips elevated on a pillow, legs spread wide. For a long moment, he just looks."Three loads already." His fingers trace through the mess dripping from my used pussy. "And still hungry for more.""Yes." My voice is muffled by the furs. "Please, Corvin.""I'm not like the others." He positions himself at my entrance but doesn't push in. "I don't lose control. I don't let the mating urge overwhelm my senses."He leans down, his mouth close to my ear. "I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to learn every inch of your body. And when I finally knot you, you're going to feel it for days."He pushes in with excruciat

I've been dreaming of this for months.Not this exactly. Not waking up naked on an organic examination table in what's clearly an alien vessel. But something like this. Something inhuman touching me, filling me, using me in ways no human ever could. I thought the dreams were just fantasies. Stress from isolation on the research station. A xenobiologist's imagination running wild.Now I know they were preparation.The room pulses around me, walls breathing with bioluminescent light. My wrists are held above my head by something warm and organic. My ankles are spread wide, leaving me completely exposed. I test the restraints, not to escape, but to feel them. To confirm this is real.You're not afraid. The voice appears in my mind, curious. Most specimens panic. Struggle. You're... calm."I'm a xenobiologist." My voice comes out steadier than expected. "I've spent my career hoping for first contact. I just didn't expect it to be quite so... intimate."You've been dreaming of me. Not a qu

The tentacles slow their rhythm but don't withdraw. I'm still filled in every hole, still trembling from countless orgasms, still feeling its presence in my mind like a warm embrace.You've exceeded every expectation. The voice resonates with something like affection. So willing. So receptive. Your body has accepted me completely, and so has your mind."What happens now?" My voice is raw from screaming, but I'm not afraid. I'm eager. Ready.Now I give you what you were made for. Now I make you a mother.The thin tentacle in my womb pulses and I feel something moving through it. Something spherical, sliding toward me through the narrow channel. My breath catches with anticipation.My eggs need a warm human womb to incubate. And yours is perfect. You're going to carry them for me, Kira. You're going to nurture them with your body until they're ready to emerge."Yes." I moan the word as I feel the first egg pressing against my cervix. "Yes, give them to me. Fill me. Make me a mother."Th