100 SHADES OF LUST: A PACK OF TABOO STORIES

GANGBANGED WITH 12 ROUGES BLACK CCKS (1)

My best friend Rita had always been the elegant, composed Luna of the Blackmoon Pack. But ever since Alpha Keiran was crippled in that brutal ambush six months ago, she had been quietly falling apart. The once-dominant Alpha could barely get out of bed, let alone pin his Luna down and f**k her the way her body demanded. No more marathon knotting sessions. No more being filled and claimed until she was a trembling, c*m-soaked mess. Rita’s heat cycles had become pure torture — her p***y constantly aching, her wolf howling for real dominance.

I couldn’t watch her suffer anymore.

“Tonight we’re breaking the rules,” I told her, holding up two tiny black dresses. “No pack. No crippled mate watching from the sidelines. Just you finally getting what you need.”

Rita hesitated, biting her lip. “I… I shouldn’t. Keiran—”

“Keiran can’t even knot you anymore,” I cut in softly. “You deserve this.”

Something shifted in her eyes. She took the dress and slipped it on. It hugged her full breasts and barely covered her round ass. No underwear. The same as me. We looked like two high-class bitches in heat.

We hit a few clubs first, dancing and teasing, but we both knew our real destination — The Den, the underground luxury bar crawling with rogue werewolves. The second we walked in, the thick scent of feral male wolves hit us hard. Twelve pairs of glowing eyes locked onto us immediately.

Two massive rogues approached first.

“Damn… two beautiful bitches walking into the wolf’s den,” one rumbled, offering us drinks. I accepted for both of us.

I invited the whole group. Soon our booth was surrounded by twelve dangerous, scarred rogue wolves. Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster.

I started steering the conversation.

“So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my t**s nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?”

The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me.

One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

Rita surprised me. She took a big sip of her drink, then spoke, voice slightly shaky but growing bolder:

“My mate… he can’t f**k me like he used to. He can’t even knot me anymore. I’m so f*****g tired of pretending I’m satisfied.”

The rogues growled louder. I grinned and pulled Rita into a deep, filthy kiss right there. Our tongues tangled openly while I squeezed her breast. This time she kissed me back hard, moaning softly into my mouth.

“f**k… I want this,” she whispered against my lips, loud enough for them to hear. “I need it.”

The owner quickly escorted us to a private VIP room with black leather couches and a steel pole glowing under purple lights.

I led Rita to the pole. “Show them how bad you need it, baby.”

We danced slow at first, bodies grinding. Rita’s hands grew confident, grabbing my ass and pulling me against her. I unzipped her dress and let it drop. Her naked body was stunning — heavy breasts, hard n*****s, her shaved p***y already dripping down her thighs. She stripped me next, then surprised me again.

“I want them to watch me be a w***e tonight,” Rita said breathlessly, loud and clear. She dropped to her knees, spread my legs, and started licking my p***y like she was starving. Her tongue was eager, desperate. I moaned loudly while gripping her hair.

The rogues were stroking their bulges, eyes burning.

I looked at them and purred, “Come take us.”

They didn’t need to be told twice.

Clothes flew off. Twelve massive rogue c***s were freed — thick, veiny, much bigger than Keiran’s, with heavy knots already swelling. Rita and I dropped to our knees together.

“Oh my god…” Rita breathed, eyes wide with lust. She grabbed the nearest c**k with both hands. “They’re so much bigger.” She opened her mouth and took him deep, moaning loudly as she sucked. I joined her, slobbering on two c***s at once, gagging noisily.

We were split six each.

I was bent over the couch first. A huge rogue slammed balls-deep into my p***y. Another filled my throat. A third forced his thick c**k into my ass. I screamed in pleasure as they triple-f****d me.

Right beside me, Rita was losing control — and loving it.

“Yes! f**k me!” she cried out as one rogue buried himself in her dripping p***y. “Harder! Keiran could never f**k me like this!” Another pushed into her ass, making her eyes roll back. “Oh f**k… I’m so full!” A third shoved his c**k down her throat, and she sucked him greedily, moaning around the shaft.

They rotated constantly, using us like pack sluts. The dirty talk was constant.

“Take that rogue c**k, Blackmoon Luna w***e!”

“Your Alpha could never stretch you like this, could he?”

Rita pulled her mouth off a c**k long enough to gasp, “No! He can’t! Knot me! Please knot me!”

Two rogues gave her exactly what she begged for — one knotting her p***y while another forced his knot into her ass at the same time. Rita screamed in pure ecstasy as both knots swelled inside her, locking her in place while they pumped her full.

I was knotted twice myself, my belly bulging slightly from the pressure, squirting around their c***s.

When the first round reached its peak, I told them to c*m in the champagne glasses. Thick, heavy ropes of potent rogue c*m filled both glasses until they were overflowing. Rita and I clinked them together, staring into each other’s eyes like filthy bitches in heat.

“To new beginnings,” Rita said with a wicked, c*m-hungry smile. We both drank every drop, swallowing loudly, letting the excess run down our chins and t**s.

Round two was even more savage. They f****d us on the floor, against the walls, in every position. Rita rode one rogue reverse cowgirl while two others used her mouth and hands.

“Fill me up!” she begged between moans. “I want rogue c*m leaking out of me for days!”

They obliged. I swallowed load after thick load. Rita took multiple creampies and heavy facials, c*m plastered across her beautiful face and breasts.

By the time we left The Den, we were both destroyed — legs shaking, holes sore and leaking, bodies marked with bites and handprints.

The car ride home was quiet at first. Then Rita reached over and squeezed my thigh.

“I loved it,” she admitted, voice hoarse but happy. “I’ve never c*m that hard in my life. I don’t want to go back to how things were.”

The second we got inside my house, Rita shoved me against the wall and kissed me aggressively.

“I’m still so f*****g horny,” she growled. We stumbled to the bed and f****d for hours — licking each other clean, fingering rogue c*m out of our p*****s and feeding it to each other, grinding our clits together until we both came screaming again.

The next morning, Rita woke me with soft kisses along my neck and breasts.

“We need to do this again,” she whispered excitedly. “Somewhere far away. Jamaica sounds perfect. I want more rogue c***s. I want to....”

My phone suddenly buzzed hard on the nightstand.

The message was from an unknown number, but the magical signature was unmistakable Blackmoon Pack.

“Luna Rita. Alpha Keiran knows exactly what you did last night. He has seen the evidence. The pack is coming to retrieve you.

The rogues also sent word… They’re already tracking your scent. They said next time they won’t pull out. They’re going to knot and breed both of you until your bellies swell with rogue pups.”