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08/03/2025 

Lustful Nights. (Smut 18+)

The smell of alcohol, drugs, and arousal laid thick in the air as Skin by Rhianna thumped loud throughout the club. Bodies danced against each other, grinding sticky with sweat against each other as they lost themselves in the feel of one another. Lights flashed around, dim spotlights glimmering on the star dancers who danced around the thick metal poles, alluring all the eyes as their hips swayed.

Abellona was one of those women, her curves moved along the cool metal as she captured the attention of her small audience, an obviously wealthy man - judging by the expensive watches on his wrist and designer suit. He couldn’t have been older than thirty-five. Thick black hair adorned his head, slicked to the side neatly. He was handsome enough, olive toned skin, sharp features and dark eyes that were heated with lust as his eyes studied her movements. She pushed her ass out, grinding against the pole as if she were rubbing against the tent in his pants. That was the clear sign he was enjoying the show.

Her knees dropped to the floor, as she slowly crawled off of the stage, her hips swaying in a tantalizing manner as she approached the stranger in his lush chair. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, filled with hunger as she stopped between his legs. Her arms hands reached out, resting on his thick tones thighs, dancing dangerously close the the arousal stiffened harder under the fabric. “Are you enjoying the show?” She gave a small smile, her voice laced with a small bit of flirtatiousness.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed deeply, giving a little nod of his head as he smirked. “It’s hard to look away when a creature as divine as you in front of me.” His voice was husky with a hint of desire.

Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip and she gave a small smirk as her hands rubbed up and down his thighs, before pushing up and twirling around as she lowered herself onto his lap. Her plump ass seated perfectly on top of his thick erection as it nestled between her cheeks. Slowly, she rolled her hips, giving a teasing rub against him which earned a twitch of his cock and a husky groan that he had tried to conceal.

“Fuck.” He hissed, his eyes closing for a second as he relished in the feel of her teasing him, making him clench his jaw in restraint.

“I can feel how much you’re enjoying it.” She giggled softly, leaning back against him as she rested her head on his chest, arching her back and rubbing against him more, heat flooding her core, aching with need.

It was pretty common for the girls to seduce men, and bring them back to the private rooms for a bit of fun, in hopes they would come back for more, which meant a bigger pay check for them in the end. The men knew it too, but they didn’t care. The money was worth it if they could get a taste of forbidden fruit they couldn’t find anywhere else.

“Come with me.” She slowly slid out of his lap, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him up from his seat. He gave no hesitation as she guided him through the bodies on the dance floor, glancing back occasionally with a small grin. She guided him towards an off hallway that had a few doors lined up, soft moans could be heard from within the occupied rooms, giving off exactly what was going on behind the shut doors.

Pushing open a red door, she led him inside before closing the door and locking it, making sure no one could interrupt what was going to happen. With a bite of her lip, she turned and eyed the man with heavy eyes. He stepped towards her, his hand daring out and closed around her throat, pushing her against the door. A small whimper escaped her lips, and she licked them with excitement.

“You’re such a dirty tease, moving your body around like that, knowing what would happen.” He growled lightly as he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing at hers, as he pushed his body against hers, his erection rubbing against her stomach.

Abellona was tiny, a mere five-two while this man was well over six-foot. His presence dominated over her, and it made her tingle happily on the inside, the small pearl between her legs started to throb with need.

“And you obviously liked it.” She gave out a breathy moan as her hand reached out in the tiny space their bodies would allow and rubbed against his cock through the fabric of his trousers. She could feel the thick bulbous head throbbing, crying with precum against his pants.

He rewarded her with a husky growl before his lips smashed against hers. It wasn’t a sweet, passionate kiss, that wasn’t what she wanted. It was deep, raw, hungry. Her lips met his, her lips parting as his tongue darted into hers, groaning at the taste of her on his tongue. While she wasn’t in a hurry, she was in a rush to feel more of him against her.

Her fingers expertly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, letting his sag at his hips for a brief moment before tugging them down. His lips stayed pressed against hers for a few moments longer, hungrily exploring her before he pulled back and his hand squeezed her throat harder, constricting her oxygen. She was lightheaded, drunk off of the lack of air and the neediness that soared through her blood. “Get on your knees.” He demanded, his hand giving another squeeze before leaving her throat to go to her hair, bunching it up as he pushed her down to her knees.

She gave no complaints as she settled on her knees, her hands grasping at the waistband of his trousers and boxers as she pulled them down in a swift motion. A moan left her lips as his cock jumped out, fully erect and throbbing. She licked her lips hungrily, her eyes narrowing at the beads of pre-cum that dripped out. Her tongue darted out, dragging along the tip, catching the liquid, moaning at the semi salty taste of him. “Fuck, you taste good.” She rasped out.

“Then you better get to work getting more of it.” A small smirk teased his lips as he watched her with heavy lidded eyes.
She didn’t need to give another word, before she grasped his cock with one hand, and leaned forward. Her tongue darted out, dragging along the base of his cock to the tip, teasing him with the warmth of her mouth. She didn’t leave an inch of his cock untouched by her tongue, earning her husky groans that fell from his lips as his cock twitched with pleasure. 


“Stop teasing.” He growled, fisting her hair harder, and forcing her forward, lips pressing against the leaky tip. “Yes sir.” She breathed before finally wrapping her plump pink lips around him slowly bringing him into the damp warmth.

Slowly, she took him inch by inch inside of her mouth, her tongue darting around, licking him and swirling around his girth as best as she could. She forced her mouth to open as best as she could accommodate his larger than average member. She slowly bobbed her head back and forth, closing her eyes as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking as she moved.

The mans groaned filled the air as his hips bucked in pleasure, forcing her to take more of him down her throat. “That’s it. Swallow my cock, pretty girl.” A hum of approval vibrated around his cock as she heard his words. Slowly, the man started to thrust his hips slowly, fucking her mouth at a slowly pace.

Arousal pooled between her legs as she pressed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that was building up. Her body tremored as he pushed himself deeper, making her gag on his cock but she didn’t beckon for him to stop. She let him slow fuck her mouth, until his pace increased. Spit drooled from her lips, sticky and hanging between them, coating his inches. The man threw his head back, growling and groaning into the air. One of her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, adding more pressure, stroking him as he moved, while the other cupped his balls, squeezing and massaging them.

“Fuck. Your mouth feels like heaven on earth.” His voice trembled with pleasure as his hips moved faster, brutally fucking her throat and leaving her with no room to gasp for air. Her face turned a pretty shade of pink and teared streamed down her eyes as she took every thrust he gave, before he quickly pulled from her lips. He wrapped her hair around his fist and forced her to crawl behind him to the bed before he picked her up and tossed her on top of it.

“Such a perfect little slut. I can smell how wet you are for me. You want my cock filling that pretty pussy?”

“Yes, please.” She gasped out, still fighting for air as she turned onto her hands and knees on the bed, pressing her chest flat against the bed and perking her ass up in the air, giving it a little teasing shake. “Please fuck me.” She whined softly.

Her little beg earned a small chuckle from him as he approached her behind, his hand giving a rough, sharp slap making her hiss out as the searing warmth went right to her clit, making her whimper. His fingers grasped at the thin straps of her panties before he ripped them off in one quick pull, throwing them off to the side.
The sight of her slick, wet cunt made him groan. His fingers teased along her lips, letting the hot liquid arousal coat his fingers before his thumb pressed against her achy bud teasingly. She moaned out, her thighs trembling at the touch. “More.” And he did just that.

His thumb rubbed against her clit, going around in pleasuring circles while his other fingers teased at the slick entrance. Slowly he pushed one digit inside of her, quickly followed by a second. Her hole welcomed him happily, tight and wet. “Fuck, your so wet for me.” he groned as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her hole.

Heat seared through her veins, flooding her senses with nothing but pleasure. She tried to move her hips, trying to grind against his thumb for more pressure, more touch to relieve the ache that was building in her core. His touch was toxic, addicting and she wanted more. Her hands clawed at the sheets, and she whimpered like a cat in heat, begging for more.

He answered her pleas by pumping his fingers harder, and faster, finger fucking her as he massaged her g-spot, making her cry out in pleasure as more arousal leaked out of her, dripping down onto the sheet. “Please… more. I want to come.” She gasped out, as she moved her hips, trying to meet his fingers with each thrust.

“Awh, little slut wants to come? Beg for it and I might let you.”

He was going to drive her crazy, she thought to herself as she whimpered. “Please. Please let me come. I want to make a mess all over your fingers.” She gasped out as a tremor of pleasure rolled through her with each rough thrust of his fingers he gave her, making her teeter more and more towards the edge of bliss.

“More.”

“Please, please… please. I want to show you how much you make me feel good. Let me come. I want to soak you in my juices.” She pleaded, tears burning her eyes as she tried desperately to get the last bit of pleasure she needed to finally let go, and he gave it to her. His thumb rubbed wildly against her, adding the pressure she needed as his fingers continued their assault.

Her body shook and trembled, before she stilled letting out a soft scream of pleasure as her orgasm rolled through her, rocking her core as her juices flooded out, coating his fingers and the bed in her pleasure. “Fuck…” She gasped.

“Fuck is right. I’m not done with you yet.” The man growled as he smacked her ass again, before grasping his cock and teased the bulbous head against her slick entrance, not giving her a warning before he roughly thrust into her, groaning at the warm, tight hole that struggled to stretch around his girth. “Feel how tight you are around me? God it’s like your begging to be fucked and used.” He seethed as one hand grasped her hair, bending her head back to look at his dark wicked eyes, while the other rested on her hip. 

His hips smacked against her ass in his rough assault, not letting his thrusts slow down. He fucked her harder, deeper, rougher each time, laying his claim to her cunt as he lost himself in the pleasure of her warmth. Her body trembled underneath him, her gasps shallow and quick as she took everything he gave her.


Looking back at him, his face was wild and raw, fucking her with an animalistic need that made her hot and needy. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, no doubt leaking into the hallway of the club.

His balls slapped against her clit, adding an extra friction to her pleasure as they fucked. Their moans and groans mixed, creating a melody of ecstasy as Abellona started to reach her peak once again. Her second orgasm built so fast she could almost taste it, liquid fire of arousal seered her body, igniting her in a frenzy as she moved her hips to meet his wild thrusts. “I’m gonna…” She gasped out, unable to finish her words before the man quickly turned her over, making her face him as he assaulted her weeping cunt.

“I wanna see your pretty face when you come.” He snarled, sweating dripping down his body as he continued his onslaught. Her bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood as she watched the way his cock quickly disappear and reappear in and out of her. It was enough to push her over the edge as her walls trembled around him, tightening and pulling him in more as she started to shatter around him. She screamed out in pleasure, her body shaking her thighs coming around his waist and locking there as she came.

He didn’t stop, he kept fucking her as she orgasmed. His own breaths were quickening as his balls tighten and his pleasure built in his abdomen, and he gave a few more rough thrusts, before bottoming out inside of her and giving a roar of pleasure as he cock trembled, shooting his warm seed deep inside of her. “Fuck… your cunt is milking me… begging for every drop.” He cursed as he stilled, letting the last of his seed leak into her before he collapsed on top of her.

They laid their, breathing heavily, hot and slick with sweat and arousal for a while, before he finally rolled off of her. She slowly stood from the bed, her legs weak and shaky, his cum dripping down her thigh as she bent over and slipped her panties back on. “Thanks for the fun, handsome. I’ll see you again soon right?” She purred softly, batting her eyelashes at him.

He gave a shaky laugh and nodded, before Abellona slipped out of the room and headed back to the stage, her panties leaking with the evidence of the fun she just had. 

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08/02/2025 

Devourer of Men: Abellona Sibel

The Past

The sounds of water dripping from the cave's entrance echoed in the looming darkness, adding to the eerie silence that crept through the damp space. It was secluded deep within the forest, hidden behind thick brush that scattered across the land, adorning the tall pine trees that towered above.

Three bodies lay within the cave—two silent, with the stench of death beginning to seep into the air. The third whimpered and shivered, blank eyes staring at the lifeless figures before her. A small child, no older than ten, wrapped her arms around her legs, rocking back and forth. Her blonde hair was wet and matted to her skin, hanging over her face, as if trying to shield her from the sight before her.

Her mother and twin brother lay dead, their bodies shriveled—skin hollow and tight against their bones, as if everything inside them had been drained, leaving only sickly gray skin sagging over sharp angles. The girl let out a soft whimper as tears stung her eyes, threatening to fall once again. She wasn’t sure what had gone wrong or what she had done to them.

She remembered the feel of dirt beneath her bare feet, the blades of grass cutting against her skin as she ran. She had run with her mother and brother, fleeing through the forest from her father, who had gathered a band of hunters to track them down after learning of her mother’s betrayal—one that shattered their family. Her mother had had an affair, and the result of that sin was Abellona and her twin, Lyall.

Her mother had fallen in love with a man who appeared one day at the local tavern—tall, muscular, with a rugged handsomeness that drew her in. Their love had been a secret, sacred and forbidden. She couldn't tell a soul. She knew that if her husband ever found out, he would do something unthinkable.

After a night of lust, her mother had lain in the forest, unaware of the consequences her actions would bring. Unbeknownst to her, the man she had fallen for was no ordinary man—he was a monster, a beast of myth and fable. A werewolf. And she had become pregnant with his twins. When he learned of the pregnancy, she threatened him. If he loved her, he would leave and never return. And so, he vanished.

Her mother concealed the truth, passing the pregnancy off as her husband's. Despite his cruelty, he still lay with her often—it was expected. No suspicion arose as her belly swelled, and her husband, unaware, was overjoyed. Everything seemed normal. He adored her like a queen.

Then came the full moon—the night of their birth. Abellona and Lyall entered the world under that haunting glow. Twins in every way—sunlit blonde hair, glowing blue eyes—they were perfect. Their parents, or so it seemed, couldn't have been happier. Until that fated night.

The moon gleamed brighter than ever before, tugging at an invisible thread that connected it to the twins. It began with Lyall. His screams pierced the air as his bones cracked and contorted, fur sprouting from his skin, hands and feet shifting into paws—his small body transforming into a black wolf. Fear glimmered in his eyes, matching the horror in Abellona’s.

Her own screams echoed through the halls. She fled from her brother, out into the corridor, even as her own body began to change. The searing pain tore through her bones. Through the blur of tears, she saw her father's face—contorted with disgust and terror—as he watched his daughter turn into a beast of the moon. She couldn’t speak. Only a soft whine escaped her lips as she looked from him to her mother. Her mother gasped, flinched. Fear filled her eyes.

Her father shouted words she didn’t understand—monsters, abominations, they had to die. Their family was cursed. Her mother cried out, trying to defend them, but the shouting only grew louder. Then, the cock of a gun echoed through the house. A crash. A scream. Her mother burst into the room, gathered the twins, and commanded them to run.

Abellona didn’t understand what was happening—but she was terrified. She felt her brother’s fear too. With a yelp, she bolted out of the house and into the forest. Her twin and mother followed close behind, though her mother couldn’t keep pace. Her human legs were no match for the children's unnatural speed, and soon exhaustion overtook her. They found shelter in the cave.

There, her mother watched in horror as Abellona and Lyall’s bodies shifted back into small human children. Lyall wept. Abellona simply stared. “What’s happening to us?” she whispered, trembling. Her mother shook her head wildly, unable to answer. “What happened?! WHAT HAPPENED?!” Abellona shrieked. She lunged at her mother, fists pounding against her in rage and confusion. Lyall tried to pull her away, but Abellona was lost in her fury—unaware that something darker had awakened within her.

As her anger boiled, she began to drain the life from her mother and brother, drawing their essence into herself. Devouring their souls without knowing. By the time she stopped, her family was gone. Their eyes were dull, their bodies lifeless. She screamed, kicking herself away from their corpses and collapsing at the far end of the cave.

“What’s happening? What’s… h-happening?!” she cried. She screamed at her mother. At her twin. At her false father. She screamed at the moon—and at herself.

She was a monster.

She sat in the cave for what felt like hours, staring at the death she had caused. Then, she heard it—the shouts and stomping feet of her false father and his hunting horde. She knew she couldn’t stay. If they caught her, her fate would be far worse than death.

With one last glance, she whimpered her sorrow to her family before dashing out of the cave and into a sprint. She didn’t know where she was going. She only let her feet carry her forward, as the furious roar of her false father echoed behind her.

He had found what she left behind.

The Present

The memories of that night drifted into Abellona’s mind—memories that made her shiver in her skin. That was the past. Long, long ago. None of it mattered now. Not when hallucinations of her dead family haunted her day in and day out.

“Drowning in your sorrows, dear sister?” A thick, masculine voice echoed in her mind. Her eyes shot to where the figure of her twin leaned against the wall, studying her with narrowed eyes.

She knew he wasn’t real. He was dead—she had sucked the life right out of him and their mother, and left them to rot in that cave. But that didn’t stop her mind from punishing her, summoning her dead twin to haunt her.

“You’re not real. Shut up,” she snarled, hurling a glass bottle at him. It passed right through his form and shattered against the wall.

“Yikes… Mikel’s going to be mad about that,” her twin tsked, shaking a finger at her, a smirk playing on his lips—just as the door to her small room burst open and a menacing figure loomed in the doorway. Mikel stood six foot five, with dark hair and an otherworldly beauty that could make any woman weak in the knees. His dark eyes narrowed—first at her, then at the broken glass on the floor.

“That’s coming out of your check,” his voice deepened as he stepped into the room and sat next to her. The springs of her mattress squeaked under his weight. “You seeing them again?” he asked, his voice low, laced with a hint of concern.

“Only Lyall.”

She sighed and threw her head back against the wall, staring up at the plaster ceiling, its paint peeling like old skin. Mikel had known about her hallucinations since the day he hired her at his nightclub. She had been brought on as a dancer—posted on a podium with a pole, either alone or with another girl, swaying for the rich men that filtered in. They lured secrets with seductive dances and left men with nothing but aching lust and empty wallets. The men liked her well enough. She was petite, with curves that made them drool. Tattoos adorned her skin.

On her first night, she’d hallucinated her brother and ended up shoving a broken bottle into a client’s throat, thinking it was Lyall. Mikel had only kept her around out of pity—and maybe out of hope that someday she’d fall in love with him. That would never happen. But this place had become her home, and she had no plans of leaving.

Most of the town was human, though Occults were welcome—as long as they kept out of trouble. It was a miracle she hadn’t been run out already for the chaos she caused, but Mikel kept it quiet.

She’d come to the town after devouring a handful of souls—by accident—during a drunken binge. She’d tried to hump a few rich husbands, which led to pissed-off wives, cops being called, and a bloodbath she didn’t quite remember. She’d run, again, and found this place.

Rumors had reached her ears—rumors of a man like her who had once lived here and still visited now and then. It made her chest ache. She’d always known her supposed father wasn’t her real one. Somewhere out there, her true father still existed. She just had to find him. She needed to know the truth of what she was—beyond being a wolf.

“Well, pretty girl,” Mikel murmured, rising from the bed, “as much as I’d love to sit here and chat with you and your dead brother—you’ve got a stage waiting.”

--To Be Continued.--

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