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Alive in Death, by Jezebel Rose

I looked around the barely lit room. A thin ray of moonlight spread across the floor in front of me as I felt something slide up my panties.

I couldn’t help myself. I knew exactly what was going to happen next, and my body was ready for it. Every fiber of my being, every atom, needed it to happen.

Wheezing loudly, I closed my eyes and felt him roll off to my side.

My eyes darted from shadow to shadow. Finally, they became corporeal. It was ghosts. It was the Vikings. But a different clan.

Each of the men walked over and surrounded me.

A guttural groan came from one of the Vikings as I heard it trying to talk to me. “You are ours.” I was barely able to make it out. The man grabbed me with his other hand as I looked down at its massive cock sticking straight out.

A chill ran down my spine. Now was the time.

One of the men ran over and ran his thick fingers up along my slit. I was still wet from the last fucking I had just received, but my pussy was ready for more. An entire group of them, though? Shit. I could barely even manage one.

His skin soft and turned me on as I heard a moan in the room. It didn’t sound like the groans at all; it sounded like me. Oh well. Let’s do this. If I’m going to fuck all these men, I’m going to do it right. I’m going to have the time of my life, then go home and never return.

“I’m your prize…” I whispered into the cool morning air as I faded into darkness.

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