Iza

I widened my eyes even more and glanced over at my friends who seemed to look right through me. Jada shrugged her shoulders and snickered. “Probably just Iza getting railed by that sexy guy who followed her outside.”

My entire body tensed, and I clenched. Did… Did she know?

After looping his feet around my ankles, Acaros spread my legs. My skirt rode up my thighs, and he dipped a hand between my legs, my underwear still soaked with his cum from last night. He grinded his hips against mine, his bulge so big that it pressed against my entrance.

“Acaros,” I whispered. “You shouldn’t…”

“Is this my cum?” he murmured, rubbing my wetness into my clit. “Still dripping out of your tight little hole? Didn’t even think about showering after how much of a dirty…” He moved his fingers faster. “... little…” He stopped moving his fingers and flicked one against my clit, sending me over the edge. “... slut you were for me last night.”

I bit back a moan, my legs shaking so hard and the pleasure unbearable. Wave after wave after wave crashed through me. He pressed his free hand against my mouth, his lips against my ear.

“It’s okay, hellcat, you can moan for me, like I know you’re desperate to do.”

Another wall of pleasure hit me hard as he continued rubbing my pussy, and I moaned out into his hand, my eyes rolling back into my head. I clutched his hand to stray myself in his hold but my body seemed to move on its own against him.

Underneath me, as the pleasure slowly started to settle, his cock seemed like it was growing bigger and bigger. I glanced down to see that his bulge had grown, almost to the size of what I remember his dick being last night in my fever dream.

“Let’s pull out these tits,” he said.

After tugging down my shirt, he pulled my tits right out of my bra and wrapped his large hands around them, his claws–yes, claws–digging into them. He fondled them, squeezing gently at first but the closer he came to entering me, the more vicious he became.

Kneading. Groping. Squeezing them.

Hard.

Yet still nobody looked over at me… except a couple glances from Acaros’s friends.

Which, God, was so hot.

“Fuck your tits are heavy,” he murmured on my neck.

I arched my back against him, grinding my pussy against the head of his cock and looked over at my friends, hoping that they weren’t seeing any of them. But the thought of them almost seeing something, of almost being caught…

Damn it…

And while this might’ve all been a fever dream too, while what he was saying and what we were doing was beyond any kind of science that this world knew, while if he was some sort of sex demon, he had probably said this to plenty of women before because my tits were nothing to gawk at, I couldn’t help but shiver at his words.

“Lean back against me,” he ordered, pulling himself out of his pants.

With the lust finally seizing control of my last thread of sanity, I leaned back against him and rested my head on his muscular shoulder. The quiet hum of conversations inside the coffee shop drifted through my ears. He wrapped his strong arms underneath my thighs to pull them to my chest and then grabbed my tits again.

“Rub that pretty pussy for me while I fuck you in front of your friends.”

I inhaled sharply, desperately trying to keep quiet, and hovered my fingers over my clit. He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance and shoved the first inch of his huge dick into my pussy. I stared down at it, eyes widening.

If this was real… there was no way that he fit inside me last night.

No way.

It wasn’t even possible.

An inch and half inside me, he released one of my legs, brought his hand up to his mouth, and licked it. Then he rubbed it against my cunt, his saliva suddenly making my pussy drool with wetness.

“H-How did you–”

“Shh, shh, shh, hellcat,” he murmured, replacing his arm under my leg. He pushed another inch into me, this time with ease. “All you have to know is that I’m the only one who can turn your pussy into a puddle.”

I curled my toes and clenched around him, my pussy hungry to swallow more of him.

He captured my nipples between his fingers and squeezed them, then slammed the rest of his huge cock into my pussy. My body jerked against him at the pressure inside me, but I smacked my lips together in hopes not to scream in pleasure.

“You’re only mine,” he mouthed against my neck. “Mine.”

He pounded up into me, my tits bouncing in his hands.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” His words left his mouth in quiet grunts every time he slammed into me, his stubble rubbing against my bare neck and tickling me. He groped my tits harder. “All mine.” He moved a hand down to my pussy, placed it over mine, and forced me to slap my clit over and over. “Mine.”

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning.

From screaming.

God, this felt way too good to be real. Way too fucking good.

I came once. Then twice a moment later. And then a third time in a row. Tremors rattled my body. I clutched his arm, desperate to hold onto something to steady myself. Yet he continued to pound into me, to bring me close and then over the edge again and again.

Until he finally slammed up into me one last time and came.

After his cock softened and slipped out of my pussy, cum drooling onto the floor, he stuffed four fingers into my cunt and then pulled them back out. Then he shoved his cum-covered fingers into my mouth.

In a haze, I sucked on them hungrily.

“Taste familiar?” he murmured.

I swallowed the little he gave me of his cum and closed my eyes, the sweet taste of Fervor Crisp cream on my tongue. My eyes widened slightly, and I stiffened on his lap, looking back at him. Only for him not to be there anymore.

Wh-Where did he go?

My gaze fell down my body, and I was dressed normally with my breasts back inside my shirt and my skirt pulled down. Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I gently pulled them apart, noticing the stickiness.

“Iza,” Mikayla said, staring at me through wide eyes. “When did you get back?”

“What?” I said, voice muffled.

Jada giggled. “And why do you have a Fervor Crisp stuffed into your mouth like that?”

I reached up to pull a half-bitten Fervor Crisp from my mouth, finished chewing, and looked around the cafe for any sign of Acaros and his friends. But the seats across from us were now occupied by an elderly couple.

Acaros was nowhere to be found, but his dark chuckle drifted through the air.