Taken by The Beast – The Forbidden Fun Series Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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Like I said, Sanctum is depraved. This scene is worthy of the craziest NC-17 movie, or maybe it’s like something that ancient priestesses did back in the day when they were celebrating the Moon Goddess. But here, in suburban Long Island? I would never guess that men and women could be so depraved.

Until tonight that is, because to be honest, I want a part of it. I’ve been dying to try the bubbly cauldron myself, but I’ve never gotten a chance. However, this is my golden opportunity and with a sway to my step, I too advance towards the cauldron, my nipples already tightening with anticipation.

When I draw near, I see that the pot is nearly full to the brim with sticky, white liquid, and the sight turns me on. Mm, how many men have already contributed? In the dark, there are quite a few naked male figures still going hard, and I know soon there will be new deposits. Slowly, I remove my lingerie, leaving my nubile body bare, a slight breeze caressing my thighs. Then, I reach my hand into the cauldron and merely dip my fingers in first. It’s warm and sticky and I giggle a bit before pulling them out to taste. Mm, oh yes, this is what I want.

Then I stick my hand back in, this time all the way to the wrist to get a good handful before pulling out once more and rubbing the frothy liquid all over my breasts and pussy the way the other women were doing. It feels so good, and to be honest, I’ve heard a lot about the magical properties of this mixed come. Well, not magical exactly, but it’s supposed to be really good for your skin, so I moan a bit before dipping my palm in again and scooping out another load. This time, I rub the male fluid over my nipples, making myself moan, before trailing my fingers down my center towards my ripe center.

Oooh, I can tell a few people are watching me now, and I tilt my head back, my lashes fluttering shut as I focus on what I’m about to do. With a breathy sigh, I gently probe my sweet opening before pulling my folds apart to show off the glistening insides of my swollen peach. A low male growl rumbles from my left, and I smile even though my eyes are closed. Then, I insert a come-soaked finger into my sweetest spot and start fingering myself. My eyes flutter closed as I struggle to remain standing because the sensation is so intense. Oh god, am I really doing this?

Male growls become louder, but it only makes me smile and moan. Quickly, I insert another finger, stretching myself out a bit, as my thumb strokes my hard nub. At this point, I probably don’t even need the lubricant from the cauldron because my inner nectar flows copiously, and there’s heat building inside my pelvis. My fingers stroke more forcefully and a small wail escapes my throat as the pressure builds.

“Oh, shit,” a man rasps from my left. “Fuuuuck.” A small giggle escapes my throat, but I don’t open my eyes. Instead, I continue with the show. Turning a bit, I pop my hand out of my sweetest spot and reach into the cauldron for another bubbly handful before turning around this time and bending over. Then, I spread my legs into a deep vee, but this time, instead of going for my pussy, I tease my asshole.

“Ohhhh,” is my breathless moan. “Mmm, that feels good.”

With gentle fingers, I work the male fluid into my tight pink drum and damn, it feels good. It’s not just what I’m doing but also the knowledge that I have the seed of multiple men all over my body and in my most private places too.

But the filth is too much. I can’t keep doing this indefinitely because it feels too good and suddenly the tingling in my tummy rises and I explode. A loud cry tears from my throat as climax shakes my curvy form and I can feel eyes on my sweetest spots as they contract violently, making for a wonderfully dirty show. I moan again, twisting my nipples, as bolts of energy course through my form and my knees go weak until I fall to the ground, panting and exhausted.

Yet it feels amazing too and when I rouse myself, it’s to the light patter of applause.

“That was wonderful, honey,” a woman sings from the darkness. “Very sensual.”

“Holy shit,” growls one man. “What’s her name?”

But it’s a man across the way who catches my eye. I can’t see him fully because he’s in shadow, but I can see that he’s tall and hulking with wide shoulders and a muscular physique. He’s wearing a mask of some sort that makes him look like a monster from the depths. A beast. An animal with claws and thick muscles ready to take what belongs to him. Even more, as he stalks forward, his blue gaze through the holes in his mask appear almost iridescent in the moonlight, and my heart begins to patter. Who is this beast? After all, it’s clear the monster wants something, and that something is me.


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