Could I discard my morals, my ideals, my very conscience just to taste the sweetest, deadliest fruit? No. No, I was not made like her. But she could teen change me. She could mold me into this dark jewel of her dark kingdom, this whore of whores, this demon of lust without limits or mercy. I would become that for her. Only for her. Yavara broke the kiss, asian her breath shallow and heated, her wild eyes traversing my face. She suddenly seized my arms, and spun me about the axis of Brock’s cock. I screamed, feeling every bump and vein of him digging against my twisting rectum until I was resting on my back, staring up petite at him. “Look at yourself.” Yavara whispered in my ear, her lips touching the point. She grappled with my arms until they were forced behind my head, pushing my face forward, “Watch what skinny he does to you. Watch yourself become his filthy anal slut.” I stared with dumbstruck eyes at the bulge in my abdomen. It didn’t seem anatomically possible, but there it was, the distention of my guts forced against my abdominal wall by the full invasion of the orc. He grinned at me, pleased with the way he looked inside me, and he slowly withdrew. The pressure released in my nethers, the relief within a palpable sensation, but it was nothing, nothing compared to the sudden surge of vacancy, the need to be filled once again! Oh god, I’d been ruined! Even as I gasped with the pleasure of relief, I mewled for him to enter me once again, to destroy my body from within. I felt my sphincter close behind his exit, felt acutely the heat of him dissipating inside me, the absence of his cock ravaging my filthy innards. “Brock, put it back in!” I cried, shifting my hips in a feminine samba that was both foreign and completely natural to me, this dance of weakness, an invitation to be ravaged. “You’re going to have to beg harder than that.” Yavara tittered, her arms keeping my head locked, forcing me to look at Brock’s cock as he laid it across my belly. I could smell it from here, the miasma of my own asshole, the pungent stink of his cum. My mouth watered. “Master?” A little voice inquired. It was Opal, staring down at me with shock writ across her tight face. She kept her hands where they were and pulled me into her with each of my thrusts. Whatever Leah had become, she wasn't the only one anymore. In place of a social life, she had taken up what few books there were in her village relating to dragons, reading them over and over, sketching the peeks of dragons she got so she could stare for teen longer, fantasizing about riding them one day. He was mating and his instinct was to knot me. The more I squirmed and moved, the more movement asian there was of his cock inside me. He was stabbing me, rubbing along my cunt walls, penetrating me deeper than I had been fucked before by my husband. I tried to relax for the rest of the day, but it seemed like every few minutes, one of the girls would come up to me and ask me for the same favor as Lola. Shortly following this, I returned to my garden chair, but we continued discussing, amongst other things, the Marvel movies. The blue sapphires and green emeralds around my neck, nicely offset against my turquoise gown, “Laura, you’re so beautiful, I I I don’t know what to say,” she stammered. She was posting in her blog once tight again about her ideas and plans for her future self. A dark blue strip ran from her nose skinny up to her forehead. Humiliating herself before the two students, Dawn didn't understand how her cunt was soaked and starting to leak down her legs. “Sh... should I be?” I stammer out. “You’re the fucking worst! "Ahw, I can feel it. Though the best was when I had myself and Sheila reported as destroyed. But, it seemed… forced, like he petite was trying to sound angrier than he was if that makes sense.