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Please......... It was a word that floated in Dana Scully’s mind as she awoke on a familiar bed. As consciousness returned to her, she remembered feelings, sensations that had ripped through her body what seemed only moments ago to her. Feelings that had broken through a d**g-fuelled brain as she had felt two strong men touching, tasting and fucking her until she felt she would drown in the incredible river of arousal that was dripping from her soul. Sensations of hand and tongue and cock that had made her body crave the forbidden pleasures that were escalating to an even more torrid level th… Przeczytaj więcej

The atmosphere in the elevator was electric as Scully stood inches from the wiry Dario who directly faced her in its darkened interior as it descended into the lower levels of the building. Both their faces were caught in small streaking points of light filtering in from outside as their journey continued, the eyes of the intense-looking Italian burning into Scully's own as she felt the anger that had been rising in her join with an altogether more disturbing feeling. The elevator rattled around their standing bodies as they finally reached the basement level, no words having been exchanged si… Przeczytaj więcej

As the night arrived when she planned to visit Dominion, Scully stood in her bedroom, surveying the transformation she had achieved in her large standing mirror. Once more the leather bustier clung to her like a tight second skin pushing up and accentuating her cleavage and breasts and making her nipples clearly visible through the material. Once more she wore the black leather skirt with splits up both thighs only this time it was further complemented by the stockings that rose up them. Once more she wore the dark spiked collar around her slender neck, already feeling like it enslaved her to… Przeczytaj więcej

From the moment he saw her across the smoke-filled room, he wanted her. Needed her with an intensity that he'd thought dead long before. This was not just the dull throb of hunger or simply the black fire of mindless lust, though both featured heavily in his wanting. This feeling also transcended them creating a connection he could not entirely understand but one he could not deny. He watched her from the shadows, studying her intently. She was small, petite, but perfectly formed with a strength that was unmistakable. Her medium length hair was the warm auburn of banked embers, her skin Celtic… Przeczytaj więcej