Dirty Erotic Oneshots

"I'M COMIN' BABE!" 

Sandra ground her hips against him in frenzied circles, trying to churn out his cream to the very last drop. Yet Lance seemed almost inexhaustible. No sooner did his muscles relax than his ass flew off the bed again and his prick blasted another round. The oversized cargo van lurched up and down on its rear shocks as the teen stallion thrashed about the mattress. Sandra fell on top of his chest. She hung on to his broad shoulders for dear life as the final waves of bliss crashed against his body. 

The two of them just lay still for a few minutes. The dim interior of the van remained silent, save for their panting breaths and pounding hearts. Sandra opened her eyes. Noticing her gaze, a big smile spread across his face. 

"That was so fucking hot, babe," he rumbled in his oily but undeniably sexy baritone. "I'm gonna be your back door man, make love to my girl every night." 

It wasn't the most romantic thing Sandra ever heard but she graded on a curve when the dude had a ten-inch cock. At least, Lance seemed to mean what he said. The alpha thug was too dumb to be deceptive. His words sort of put her at ease. 

Whatever stupid thing he might say next, Sandra had developed a chemical attraction to him. Her veins flowed with oxytocin, the love and bliss hormone that bonded a woman to a man when she came. And he had spiked her dopamine levels so high that her body floated on a cloud. It didn't matter what he made her think. She loved how he made her feel. 

Lance rolled to her side, gently unsheathing himself from her luscious interiors. He noted with satisfaction that his Magnum XL hadn't slipped off despite their tempestuous encounter. The fit was snug but it stayed firmly in place. Sandra's eyes widened with fresh astonishment. He unloaded so much spunk into the condom that the tip had inflated into the size and shape of a large onion. 

Her gaze did not go unnoticed. 

"Yeah, babe," he chuckled. "Everything you heard about me is true. I spunk more than the rest of the football team combined." 

Lance unrolled his bloated Magnum XL. He swiftly and neatly tied off the rubber. It looked like a small water balloon. He opened the back door to the van and flung it into the bushes. Lance turned back to face Sandra. That annoying smile of his widened even further. 

"Why are you grinning like a moron?" she asked, unable to conceal her amusement. 

"Cause I got a fine babe in my bed and the big dick she craves." 

His riposte was about as subtle as the riff to an AC/DC tune. But he did not lie either. Lance was a man of simple pleasures. 

"And this party is just getting started," he added, fishing out the long strip of condoms out of the bed sheets. The teen stud tore open another wrapper and suited up his erection faster than she could say "male sex god." Even after two hours of penetrative intercourse and a superhuman discharge of high-octane spunk, Lance remained hard as a rock. 

Sandra actually could feel her vagina tenting for him as he crawled between her legs. Her cervix retracted deep into her body, lengthening and widening her passage for his invasion. Lance leaned down and planted a scorching kiss on her lips. It was a gigolo's kiss, skilled and charming. Yet Sandra wanted him all the same. She quietly moaned with longing. 

"You thought it would be easy, huh?" he whispered into her ear as his loins probed the junction of her thighs. "I ain't done with you, babe." 

"I am not done with you," laughed Sandra, correcting his speech again. Lance ignored her and pushed forward. His immensity consumed her, stretching apart her walls, plumbing her most intimate depths. No other man had what it took to make her feel this way. Tonight was going to be alright. s u p e r n a t u r a l

 

 

 

A long howl splits through the night air.

Her breathing was coming in short painfully ragged breaths. Blind terror caused her heart to slam against her chest as a sheen of perspiration covered her skin. She could hear her pursuer coming up quickly behind her, ready to devour her. She ran through the forest, trees flying past her as she searched frantically for some form of escape.

 

Seeing a creek, she thought of losing her scent by running upstream. Frantically resisting the urge to scream or cry, she continued to run for her life, knowing he wasn't far behind her.

He continued to follow her, sniffing, and inhaling her scent. Her scent called to him like a siren's song, enticing him to feast, luring him to taste her delicate flesh.

 

The hunt fired his need as he followed her through the forest, amid all the twists and turns. Following her scent to the creek, he realized she went up the creek to try to lose him and he growled in carnal lust as he prowled up the creek sniffing both sides or the bank for teasing whiffs of her. Finally, catching her scent, back on the bank, he continued his hunt, relentlessly.

A howl peels the night again, the full moon sets the scene.

Cold shivered down her spine and fear threatened to overwhelm her as a howl split the silence of the night. Running in earnest she started looking for higher ground, maybe a tree to climb, or some shelter to hide in... there had to be some form of sanctuary somewhere.

The brilliant scent grew stronger as he got closer, the meandering grew less and less, knowing his prey was tiring, focused on just evading. He ran faster to get to her, going to higher ground as her trail lead him.

Her heart was slamming against her ribs... breath coming faster and faster as she felt him gaining on her. Desperation spurred her on... panic began to set in.

Deep breaths filled the barrel of his chest, which is how he kept breathing her in. His tender morsel was so close he could actually taste her. He saw her shadow, just on the edge of tree lines ahead of him. 

She could almost feel his breath at her neck, she dodged frantically to her left. She sensed him nip at her heel, just missing her as she dodged and heard his guttural snarl as he turned, hot on her heels. She didn't waste any time by looking back ... She was running like her life depended on it... because it did. She leaped over logs and through the brush ... gasping for air...

Licking his chops, his eyes were focused on her. The thrill of the chase gave that extra speed burst needed to snag her ankle and trip her up. He saw her tumble and roll to the ground, He ran past her slightly, encircling her.

She rolled to a crouch, all the while keeping her eyes on him... panting trying to think of a way out. Too afraid to take her eyes off on him.

Moving, circling he sized her up, noticed the stance, the breathing, her eyes were alert and wide with fear. Without hesitation he lunged for her, wrapped her in his wings while his arms captured her, proud of the fight in his tender morsel.

Struggling against him, her body bucking, they rolled together, but she was unable to loosen his hold on her arms. 

Pinning her down to the ground, he licked her cheek. She froze and looked up at him and began to shiver in fear and anticipation. Seeing her response, his eyes flashed, nostrils flaring, he flipped her over, facing the ground, his body pinned her down and quickly responded to her bodies heat.

 

Growling, he licked her neck up to her temple, tasting her skin, inhaling her scent and mounted her from behind. Shredding her pants, he removed all barriers. Driven wild by the chase, his hard shaft also, hunting and conquering its prey.

Her back arched uncontrollably as he entered her, causing her ass to tilt up. This provided him with better access, which he took full advantage of as his breath hissed across the back of her neck and cheek. 

Teeth bit into the back of her neck as his hips angled to slam every inch of his throbbing cock into her warmth, stabbing into her depths, working to seed her, breed her... claim her.

As she felt his teeth at the back of her neck, she shuddered. The primal act... so carnal, sent desire coursing through her veins. As he slammed into her, she couldn't hide her soaring passions.

With a feral intensity, he whispered, "Mine. When you cry a name, it will be mine! No one else's...MINE!"

Breaching her cervix, with a gutteral growl, low and rolling like the distant thunder, then louder, pealing the night air as he roared to the heavens and the gods, "Mine!"

Trembling with desire and passionate need... She couldn't deny him... She knew who she belonged to as she moved her hips with longing.

Slamming her hips and stomach into the ground, he pounded into her again and again.

Her body throbbed with an unrelenting delicious ache... need... hunger...

Giving her everything he was, everything he had, his wings draped over her body as the rush continued to build. In return, she took all that he was, all that he had to give. She was eager for his seed... her body was close to the edge and continued to build.

With a primal growl he bit down harder, marking her and making her his.

Her head went back against his chest and shoulder. She could feel the muscles move, the scent of him filled her senses... She practically sobbed with desire as her needs grew and built.

He continued to slam into her wet pussy faster and faster, his balls tighten and cock throbbed as his seed exploded into her fertile womb. Visceral primal hunger was driving him to ride her.

She was surprised to hear her own voice... begging and pleading for release. 

Breeding her, the violent eruption of his cum filled her quivering womb.

She felt his cum slam against her walls,... and she knew she was his to seed.

Biting her shoulder, sinking fangs deep, rending flesh, he drank of her blood as he filled her with his seed. Growling softly, "Mine. All mine. You belong to me! Give me what is mine... cum for me!"

"Tenebra!" She cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

He felt her walls clenching, milking his cock and coaxing every drop of seed into her fertile pussy.

"Tenebra!!" The name was torn from her and he kissed her lips as she screamed his name. He reached around and gently massaged her clit