Three of them. Not human. Not entirely. Horned. Eyes like polished obsidian. Bare chests slick with dew and muscle. Their scent was earthy, primal, sweet like rot and roses. One stepped forward and curled a finger under her chin, lifting…

They said the forest wasn’t real. That it only appeared to women who dreamed with their thighs clenched and their mouths half-open in the dark. That it waited—alive, ancient, dripping with need—for the kind of girl who woke soaked and…

Smith released K9 again, who licked her clean, his tongue exploring every crevice. Molly’s pussy was wet, her body responding to the taboo act. K9 tasted it, his tongue licking up her juices. Smith watched, his cock throbbing with need.…

The sky was overcast. The wind moved through the trees in lazy waves. The scent of cedar, sawdust, and slow-burning pine logs drifted from the chimney. Jack was in the workshop, shirt off, hands dirty, shaping a cedar bench with…

You keep pretending you don’t want this. Your fingers twitch when she gets too close. Your breath catches when I speak of her. That’s when I whisper the things you pretend to hate… that shiver? That’s the real you breaking…