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There's a lore about a Crypt King who rules over the forbidden cemetery and collect all the lingering souls. His three companions a step behind...
The Crypt King peered at the space surrounding him and frowned. She was in class... boring. Where was the spice? The intrigue? She wrote in her notebook, taking notes. The letters were a jumbled mess. How she deciphered any of it was of no consequence.
“Should I fuck you here?” he murmured, running his tongue along the curve of her ear. “On your desk. So, the professor can watch.”
Isa glanced up, confusion filling her sweet, pouty features. “Who... How did you get here? Why are you here?”
He lifted his shoulder, sinking into the warmth of her gaze as her eyes traced his skeletal body. “I thought it was time for us to get to know each other. You have been thinking about me all these years.” He chuckled softly as he leaned into her. “Admit it. You’ve wondered a time or two what it would be like to fuck me.”
She gasped. The sweet, honeyed scent of her arousal spun around him in a decadent web he didn’t want to escape. “You’re a pervert.”
“Maybe I am.” He took her hand in his and placed her palm on his cock. A groan of pure satisfaction fell from his lips. “Even better than I imagined.”
“This is wrong. We shouldn’t be together like this.” Yet, despite her protest, she stroked him. Her hand moving up and down his length, squeezing and teasing his tip. “I have class. Someone could see us.”
“Let them watch. I want them all to know only my cock can make you scream.” In a flash, their positions changed. He sat on the wooden chair she’d been occupying. The retractable side desk had been pushed back into its hiding spot. Isa was naked in his arms, her wet pussy dripping on the head of his knobby cock. She gasped, staring back at him with her mouth wide. Her crystal-topaz eyes were filled with surprise and arousal. Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip, while her inviting expression encouraged him to take what he wanted.
“Oh...” She shivered. “Don’t stop.”
“Naughty, naughty girl.” He groaned, lowering her slowly onto his dick. She fluttered around him, coating him in her juices. “Fuck... Is this what gets you off, my Queen? Have you dreamt of this before?”
She scored her fingernails over his skull, whimpering. “How is this possible?”
“Anything is possible.” He rocked her over his cock, reveling in the way she gripped his dick. “Show your professor your beautiful pink pussy stuffed with your King’s cock.” She splayed her legs over his lap while holding her labia open. The wet squelch of her arousal turned him on more. “Do you squirt, my Queen? Can you ejaculate?”
“I’ve never.” She groaned. Her head fell back on his shoulder, and her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted in a pant. The pretty flush on her skin crept toward her breasts and his mouth watered. He took both of her tits into his palms and squeezed. His reward was the twitch and suck of her cunt and the cry that fell from her lips.
“Look at him, Isa. Look at what you’re doing to him.” The Crypt King changed who was in the classroom with them, allowing Mads a space within his conscious stream. “Look at Mads stroking his cock. See the way his tip is covered in precum? He’s leaking for you. He wants his cock buried deep inside of you like I am. Should we invite him to join us? To notch his dick inside your pussy with mine?”
Michele Ryan is a multi-published author who embraced her creative passion and co-authored several books with fellow author TL Reeve. Michele has also published two solo novellas. Michele is a lifelong resident of the state of New Jersey, along with her husband and three children, whom she refers to as her hobbits. When Michele is not plotting or writing, she can be found either volunteering at her children's school or reading.
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