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

    still said nothing. In the end he refused to turn around when they ordered him, forcing them to look him in the eye when they shot him. A few of them made a break for it then; it was Lucienne whose cries Bethanie heard at the intersection a moment ago. She almost made it, but they’d shot her legs out from under her. Only Fabien managed to slip away. It was luck he’d spotted Bethanie and impulse that he stopped to retrieve her rather than finish his getaway. She knew she should admonish him for taking the risk, but in the moment she was simply grateful. He took her to a flat, a rat-infested hole that had once been a storage closet by the looks of it. Locking the door he said, “We have an hour here, maybe two at most. When we leave, it must look like no one was ever here.” The old springs of the thin cot groaned when she sat. Fabien kept by the door, looking at her strangely. It was a moment before she realized why. “I wasn’t there,” she said. “We thought they’d gotten to you.” “And you assumed I’d given you all up.” “Most didn’t. Velin in particular.” Her heart hurt a little at the sound of his name. Was he really dead? Were they all? “Tomas wasn’t there either,” Fabien said. “I don’t know what’s happened to him. But he’s the one man even I wouldn’t suspect.” “It wasn’t me. But you must know that already, or you wouldn’t have taken me with you.” “Yes.” “What changed your mind?” He said nothing, but gave her a particular look. Inwardly, she sighed. So even he wasn’t immune to ...
    such things. Well, he was a man, after all. “That’s very dangerous,” she said. “And we both know nothing can come of it.” “In an hour, nothing will. Where I go next, you can’t follow.” She understood. She would have to find a safe house of her own, and that would be the last they’d ever see of each other. He’d go back to his own kind, she to hers (or most likely to her death), and the war would take care of one or both of them sooner or later. He’d already taken all the risks for her he ever would, and she’d have no opportunity to have to decide whether to return the favor. It was better this way. Still, just one hour, and after that she’d really alone in the world… Hell with it, she thought, and kissed him, then let him push her down onto the cot. No time for any more talk; not much time even to kiss. Just enough time to forget everything else that had happened, at least for a moment. She let him be on top this time; it suited his vanity. When she told him before it was not her first time she’d told the truth, but he still unused to it, and the other men had hurt her (without meaning to). This time she didn’t care if it hurt, which made it all the more a relief when the feeling came and instead it was one of deep, aching satisfaction. If she’d moaned or cried out it would have echoed in the tiny space, so to keep quiet she bit down on his shoulder. Her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her. Fabien’s muscular body stretched and strained and she bowed underneath him, making her ...
«12...303132...3536»