1. The Wolves of Berlin


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Death, Exhibitionism, First Time, Horror, Lesbian, Monster, Murder, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    she’d been absolutely sure that this was the end, and it had terrified her. She felt ashamed of the fear. She'd thought about dying many times and always assumed she would show the necessary resolve when the time came. But this had been different: The idea of the wolf's teeth sinking into her flesh and then dying the way her parents and grandparents had was too much. A gun barrel in the back of the head; the coarse necklace of a noose around the throat; even the burning white glare of an exploding bomb, these things she’d thought about in idle moments since she was 13. But the jaws of the wolf were something she wasn’t prepared for. It wouldn’t be a good death. The faint rustle of Fabien turning to go to sleep snapped her out of it. She looked at the outline of his face in the bare illumination, coming to a kind of decision. Standing, she stripped off her blouse and removed her skirt. She sat on Fabien's lap, rousing him with a start, and plucked at his trousers. "Take these off," these said. Fabien blinked. "How old are you?" "Don't ask questions about me." "It's a thing a man likes to know." "This isn't my first time. Is that good enough?" Truth be known, he wasn't much older than she was, although being a man he assumed a greater degree of authority than he had. He shifted a little beneath her so as shimmy his pants down. He tried to pull her in for a kiss but she pushed his hand away, and he contemplated this for a moment. "Why do you want this?" he said. Questions were ...
    annoying. "If a German came in and put a gun to my head and told you to surrender, what would you do?" "I would try to kill him." "Even if it meant he would kill me?" "There are worse ways to die." "Trousers off. Now." It wasn't a long engagement; both were too exhausted. It wasn't a tender thing either; they were the wrong sort of people. He put his back to the wall and she sat on her knees over him, pushing down and flinching as he went in. As she'd said, it was not her first time, but it wasn't a frequent enough occasion for her to yet be used to the feeling either. She didn't let it bother her. She moved her hips in a circle, letting the hard length push against her insides until a kind of pleasant hum traveled to the base of her tailbone and lit up her nerves. She did it a few more times and even let her eyes close, but then snapped them back open, reminding herself that they would have to be fast about this. This was a risk; it distracted them both, made it harder for either to react to whatever else happened in the room, and made noise that could give them away. It was also something that would deflate the fear and anxiety that had been hovering over her all night, so she wanted to do it and have it done as fast as she could. With that in mind, she held Fabien against the wall and pushed onto him deeper and harder. She held her breath as long as she could (almost until she was dizzy) to avoid telltale noises and when she let it out she made it a long whisper, like the ...
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