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Authors: Golden Czermak
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charge of the situation, but noticed that he was now over halfway in. Nobody had ever lasted to the end of a battle with this beast before yielding a scream.
Unbeknownst to him, Adrienne had been screaming since the first moment they became one. As he continued to press on, the exhilaration of the night became too hard to contain and she overflowed onto the covers.
It was time.
Her flow allowed Gage to push himself deeper and as he plowed all the way in, he grabbed her and rolled completely over. Now on top, she screamed as he went balls deep, pulling back before charging in once more.
And again.
Oh Gage!
And again.
Ahhhhhhh!
Her eyes couldn’t focus as the world became a blur.
He flipped her back over and furiously drilled her, grinding away until the pressure built so much he couldn’t hold back. Waves of euphoria overcame them both as he surged, unleashing a carnal bellow before pulling out and collapsing in a massive, meaty heap at her side.
Her vision slowly returned to normal as he laid there utterly spent.
Soreness began to take over the lower half of her body as she looked over to Gage, now facing her way with an emerald fire in those eyes. Sweat had beaded across his back and forehead and he breathed heavily.
“Was that a scream I heard from you ?” she asked, tapping his nose lightly with a finger.
His brow furrowed. “I dunno what ya speak of,” he said.
“Of course not,” she said back, looking at the ceiling.
Gage loomed into view, pressing his chest against hers while his hair had molded into the textbook definition of bed head. “I don’t scream,” he said with a underlying growl. “Now take that back or there may be some punishment.”
“Well,” she said. “Fortunately someone has me immobilized.”
He leaned in for another welcomed kiss.
THE BIRDS CHIRPED THEIR melodious morning vocals despite it being another dreary and overcast day. Per Adrienne’s weather prediction, the sun worked to burn its way through the thick mist and cloak of gray drizzle that did not want to leave.
The Lodge, as it was know by the team, sat quietly on its grassy mat nestled amongst the trees. It was a plain but spacious two-story wood cabin, inviting at first glance if not overly rustic. A separate garage, which also doubled as a workshop, was a leisurely stroll from the main house. It was dubbed Joey’s Supernatty Funhouse by Gage, even though he was frequently in there using the makeshift gym set up in the front.
From there and other spots around the property, glints of metal could be seen snaking in and out of the ground like a shiny thread. The power of iron being ancient and fundamental, Joey’s father Arthur created the continuous barrier from thousands of molten railway ties before they moved in to use the land as their base of operations. The setup was sufficient enough, when coupled with masking and renewal sigils, to keep the place off of the map while physically repelling most supernatural beings.
Along both sides of the dirt path between the two buildings were less arcane stacks of lumber to fuel the cabin’s wood burning stove and fireplaces. Gage could often be seen out there chopping after his workouts, getting in his cardio while keeping the place well stocked.
Overall the place was simple, but it was home.
Upstairs in the Lodge, Joey had awakened earlier and sat alone beside his bed with the lights off, the room cast in a monotone shade not far off from the ink shading along his left forearm. He could have sworn he heard muffled screams from down the hall overnight, wishing it was his imagination but suspecting it wasn't after what he had seen in the kitchen.
Gear of all shapes and sizes found itself scattered all over the comforter and floor, while gadgets at various stages of completion adorned multiple rows of shelves lining all four walls. Resting peacefully in the corner of the room, a set of radios sat atop a small desk, their displays dark from
Unbeknownst to him, Adrienne had been screaming since the first moment they became one. As he continued to press on, the exhilaration of the night became too hard to contain and she overflowed onto the covers.
It was time.
Her flow allowed Gage to push himself deeper and as he plowed all the way in, he grabbed her and rolled completely over. Now on top, she screamed as he went balls deep, pulling back before charging in once more.
And again.
Oh Gage!
And again.
Ahhhhhhh!
Her eyes couldn’t focus as the world became a blur.
He flipped her back over and furiously drilled her, grinding away until the pressure built so much he couldn’t hold back. Waves of euphoria overcame them both as he surged, unleashing a carnal bellow before pulling out and collapsing in a massive, meaty heap at her side.
Her vision slowly returned to normal as he laid there utterly spent.
Soreness began to take over the lower half of her body as she looked over to Gage, now facing her way with an emerald fire in those eyes. Sweat had beaded across his back and forehead and he breathed heavily.
“Was that a scream I heard from you ?” she asked, tapping his nose lightly with a finger.
His brow furrowed. “I dunno what ya speak of,” he said.
“Of course not,” she said back, looking at the ceiling.
Gage loomed into view, pressing his chest against hers while his hair had molded into the textbook definition of bed head. “I don’t scream,” he said with a underlying growl. “Now take that back or there may be some punishment.”
“Well,” she said. “Fortunately someone has me immobilized.”
He leaned in for another welcomed kiss.
THE BIRDS CHIRPED THEIR melodious morning vocals despite it being another dreary and overcast day. Per Adrienne’s weather prediction, the sun worked to burn its way through the thick mist and cloak of gray drizzle that did not want to leave.
The Lodge, as it was know by the team, sat quietly on its grassy mat nestled amongst the trees. It was a plain but spacious two-story wood cabin, inviting at first glance if not overly rustic. A separate garage, which also doubled as a workshop, was a leisurely stroll from the main house. It was dubbed Joey’s Supernatty Funhouse by Gage, even though he was frequently in there using the makeshift gym set up in the front.
From there and other spots around the property, glints of metal could be seen snaking in and out of the ground like a shiny thread. The power of iron being ancient and fundamental, Joey’s father Arthur created the continuous barrier from thousands of molten railway ties before they moved in to use the land as their base of operations. The setup was sufficient enough, when coupled with masking and renewal sigils, to keep the place off of the map while physically repelling most supernatural beings.
Along both sides of the dirt path between the two buildings were less arcane stacks of lumber to fuel the cabin’s wood burning stove and fireplaces. Gage could often be seen out there chopping after his workouts, getting in his cardio while keeping the place well stocked.
Overall the place was simple, but it was home.
Upstairs in the Lodge, Joey had awakened earlier and sat alone beside his bed with the lights off, the room cast in a monotone shade not far off from the ink shading along his left forearm. He could have sworn he heard muffled screams from down the hall overnight, wishing it was his imagination but suspecting it wasn't after what he had seen in the kitchen.
Gear of all shapes and sizes found itself scattered all over the comforter and floor, while gadgets at various stages of completion adorned multiple rows of shelves lining all four walls. Resting peacefully in the corner of the room, a set of radios sat atop a small desk, their displays dark from
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