Scholomance 9 by Logan Jacobs (read books for money .TXT) 📕

panted as her breasts bounced up and down. “I need you to spray your seed deep inside me and fill me to brim again. I neeeeeeeed you!”

“If you keep moving like that, then I vow to fill you all the way up,” I grunted as I plowed deeper inside her sweltering, sopping pussy. “Fuck, I vow to explode deep inside you… you’re fucking incredible… keep moving just like that.”

“Y-Yes, master!” she gasped before I reached up, grabbed one of her full breasts, and pinched her swollen nipple. “Mmmmmmmm, yes, master! Fuuuuuuck! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Her cheeks deepened in color, and she began to bounce even faster along my length. Her walls clenched tighter around my cock with each quick spring, and when I pinched her bud even harder, her eyes went wide before she screamed with delight. She looked like she was possessed when she greedily gasped for air and tossed back her head, and then she stared up at the ceiling with glassy, unfocused eyes.

“You’re so close,” I grunted as her walls tightened around my rod. “I can feel it.”

“I-I-I am,” she stuttered, and then she began to grind against my cock with all the speed and determination she could muster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her tight, sweltering walls clamped around my shaft like a bear trap, and when she looked down at me, she bit her lip and ground even faster against me. Then she shifted her body back a little, and again, she started to eagerly bounce up and down along my pulsating length.

“C-Cole,” she panted with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I-I mean master, I-I think I’m going to lose control!”

“Not just yet, keep going,” I ordered before I clung onto her hips and then dug my nails deeper into her skin.

Samara wildly tossed her head back and forth as she jumped up and down, and when I guided her faster along my cock and bucked my hips upward, she screamed like she was dying. She bit down on her lip until she drew blood and then gasped for air.

“I-I can’t hold back any longer!” she wailed. “Pleeeeeeease, m-master, let me cuuuuuuuum!”

“Then cum for me,” I commanded. “Cum as hard as you can. Right fucking now.”

“Maaaaaaaaster!” Samara screamed, and hot juices exploded from her pussy and dripped down onto my cock.

I reached my own threshold, and with my nails deep in her skin, I gave her one more quick hard thrust and then exploded deep inside her. My head spun around in vicious circles, and her tunnel sucked me dry and demanded every drop. I gasped and grunted as I came down from the remarkable high, and my cock gave one final spurt of seed. We both took a long moment to catch our breaths, and when her breathing steadied, she slowly clambered off me and nuzzled herself beside me under the crook of my arm.

“Cole,” the beautiful Wicca purred. “That was amazing.”

“Thank you.” I grinned. “You were fucking fantastic as well.”

“Master,” she said, and her voice had become more serious. “I… I think there is something you should know.”

“What is it?” I asked as I sat up and stared into her bright eyes. “You can tell me… I’m your master now.”

“I know,” she said without breaking eye contact. “Well… the love making we just enjoyed…”

“Yes?”

“You have poured so much of your seed into me, and you are still hard.”

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s kind of how it is with my coven. I make love to them all night.”

“And… you pour that much sperm into each of them?” she whispered. “Each time you climax, it feels like a gallon of your hot cream is spraying into my womb, and the taste of your seed… It is wonderful. I just want it all the time. I want your seed in my womb, and in my mouth, and all over my body. Tell me, has your coven asked to become pregnant yet?”

“I know they want my children,” I said, “but I have denied them because of this war.”

“Yes…” she whispered. “This is making sense now.”

“Are you going to tell what’s going on?” I chuckled.

“Do you remember the final spell I cast when we were up in the kingdom of heaven? The one I made to bring everything down, but you stopped it from happening?”

“Yes, of course, I do,” I replied slowly. “Why?”

“That curse,” she continued, and there was this lively twinkle in her eyes. “It can never be broken by any Wicca. It’s the most powerful incantation to ever exist, yet you were able to stop it. That can only mean one thing…”

“What?” I said, and my heart was hammering with anticipation. “What does it mean?”

“It means… you must be the antichrist,” she whispered, and her eyes were like an ocean storm. “You are Satan reborn. Between your absolute power over the dark arts, and your… insatiable passion. There can be no other explanation. You have taken a physical form in this existence to impregnate all your loyal witches with your dark offspring and finally destroy your enemies. I believe this is why the elder lord commanded me to kill you by any means necessary.”

“That can’t be true.” I could feel the blood drain from my face as I leaned back and tried to absorb what she just told me.

“Tell me,” Samara whispered as she stroked my face. “What memories do you have? Were you born a child into this world, or an adult ready to battle and impregnate the women around you? And who did you first have contact with?”

“Theodora,” I whispered. “She was there.”

“The ruler of Scholomance always has a place beside the Dark Lord,” Samara said. “If I were to guess, she was the one to do the ritual that brought you into existence, and now, she waits for your power