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The Blood of the Dragon

Hilda, a young, elegantly business woman, enters a strange world of darkness and legends, that still haunt the streets, when her boyfriend Damon is serious wounded in explosion in Research Laboratories located in the elite part of town. As time passes by, she will start to doubt that fairy tales are just fairy tales- they are more than real. Every part of them is real, even, the monsters.   A vision told that the two of them will meet and that the flames will start again. A different version of the same story...

DaoistHLULS4 · LGBT+
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14 Chs

VI

Her nipples tightened against her will and for a moment she thought how nice it would be to have sex with this complete stranger. She must have gone crazy as soon as ideas like this came to her mind, but her knees knelt and the dumplings stuck in her throat. That look. Full of wild passion and magic. He devoured her with his gaze. She felt her skin burn and she reached out to unbutton herself in total darkness. Incredible attraction broke her and she wanted to disappear in a whirlwind of passion.

No!!!

Damon's voice echoed in her head and she shuddered as if scalded.

"Damon?!" she whispered softly.

The doctor must have a sharp ear like a bat, because he is visibly shaking and just growling at her:

"Who let you in and who are you in general? Answer now!"

I started to stutter, startle girl, she said to herself, what do you justify yourself as if you were a drool, a trembling little girl who was caught in an awkward situation.

The memory of that summer before the school holidays breaks through uninvited. She was twelve full and took thirteen. She discovered a whole new world of feelings. Blood rushed through her veins, agitated and hot. She suddenly felt different. Sensual touches began to please her as she explored her body in solitude and caressed the plush toys.

She watched her swollen breasts, enjoying when her nipples swelled to the touch. She turned to see her ass. She squeezed her thighs and ruffled her first hairs. She gently stroked her cat's furrow with her index finger and felt her clitoris grow. Her lips were getting wet and she wanted even more. New sensations, new trepidation. She felt that she was on the verge of discovering some big secret of life, that it was somewhere. That happened when she stayed to wait for the next class and wandered the corridors of the huge school.

She don't even know how she found herself in a real labyrinth in the new renovated wing. The sounds on the other side of the screen caught her attention. She approached quietly and took shelter at the end. She peeked in and saw an older girl sigh passionately lying on a bench on her back with her legs spread high while our school rugby star pushed his limb into her, slowly and deeply, quickly and shallowly. She didn't even know what she liked better. She drew him to her like a drowning man clinging to a straw, praying, cursing, beating, sighing. She blushed and laughed. After five to six minutes, she shouted louder, and he covered her mouth with his fist and silenced her, fearing that someone would hear them.

Hilda stared in bewilderment at the sight of her nudity, her thick bush, the red rose petals, and felt herself getting wet. She pulled her finger deep inside herself and felt an incredible rush of passion, she began to press her finger and breathe rapidly. She was probably careless or louder because they heard me. As if scalded, she jumped and hurried back as far as possible from them. All flushed, she ran into her friend from the department and almost knocked him down. She muttered something embarrassed as an apology and kept running. In the schoolyard, she chilled out at the fountain while a climax in a sexual act that was spontaneous and natural was running through her head. After school, she met them and pretended not to know them, but they both called her and mysteriously nodded their heads as if to tell her that they knew it was her. She blushed with shame and possible embarrassment.