A Night to Remember

Dylan's eyes glanced over Clara, his hazy vision barely able to make out the time on the wall clock. His attention soon shifted to the messy table, documents scattered everywhere, coupled with empty cans and plates.

"Okay, I just finished with the preparations. We can request for a subpoena first tomorrow morning," Clara said, her voice pulling Dylan back.

He nodded absent-mindedly, his eyes following her worn-out figure. Dylan watched Clara pick up the plates and empty cans before entering the kitchen.

"10:59 and I still haven't gotten as much as a kiss. I'm already tipsy and she's worn out. I guess I am dying today." Dylan accepted his fate with a heavy sigh.

'Do I just grab her and kiss her? Nah... that won't end well for me if she isn't into me.' Dylan pondered while arranging the documents littered across the living room.

By the time he was done, Clara had just finished with the dishes.

"I'll be heading to bed now..." Clara said, her expectant eyes were waiting for a response from Dylan.

'God, it's now or never!' Dylan screamed in his mind.

{Ooh God... This is too embarrassing... Just kiss the bitch!} The voice yelled and Dylan sprang to his feet.

He hurriedly approached Clara, taking her hands and pulling her in one burst of courage. Their lips pressed against each other's, and for some reason, all the tension vanished.

Clara's were wide open, unsure if to be shocked by Dylan's bold move or the fact his lips tasted like vanilla hazelnut, her favorite.

Her vision blurred as Dylan's tongue invaded her mouth, ransacking every sacred corner never explored before by anyone.

My thoughts were a mess, her feet wobbly. The unnatural weakness and the strange sweetness of Dylan's lips overwhelmed her.

Everything was moving too fast.

Clara mustered up all the strength she could, barely managing to shove Dylan back. 

Koff! Koff! Koff!

Clara coughed as she fell to her knees while panting heavily. She noticed the faint pink mist scattered across the room, but her thoughts were too hazy to make sense of anything.

Her legs twitched, and she held down her gown with a reddened face; the wetness of her soaked underwear made her uncomfortable.

'How did I get soaked this bad from just a kiss?' Clara's breathing only got worse.

Her mouth was plagued with a bitter aftertaste, and she felt suspiciously cold. While she couldn't understand why her body was a mess, her jumbled mind told her Dylan was the solution.

Clara looked up, her eyes filled with an unexplainable craving for Dylan. Unable to retain herself anymore, she ran up to him and threw her hands around him.

Her lips found his, ravaging Dylan's like a starved dog served its first meal in days. He felt her nails piercing his neck, but it only made him excited.

Without hesitation, he grabbed her legs and pulled her off the ground like she weighed nothing. He was too lost at the moment to notice his superhuman strength yet aware enough to run up the stairs without tripping.

{Title Activated: Sin of Lust}

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Dylan gently tossed Clara on the bed, her giggles playing in the background while he grinned mischievously. His eyes released a violet light, his grin revealing a pair of fangs.

The tension, the unwillingness, the shyness, all of them were gone.

"Take it off, I wanna see something." Dylan licked his lips, greedily staring at Clara's jiggling boobs under the nightgown.

She shook her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips while her eyes gleamed with madness.

"Aah, the quiet but freaky type... I guess I hit the jackpot." He walked up to the bed but Clara pulled away mischievously while shaking her head.

"I want to see it first... I want to see what's underneath those pants." Clara said in a low yet passionate tone.

The hunger and greed in her eyes were impossible to hide.

"Okay, okay, I'll reward you for working hard on this case." Dylan nodded, his confidence off the roof as he pulled down his pants.

Lo and behold, it was asleep!

Buzz!

The tip jerked up, causing Dylan and Clara to flinch. They both exchanged confused glances before returning to his expanding war ax.

5.2 Inches in length and still growing.

Two seconds later it had stopped, settling in approximately 22.86 cm in length and a width of approximately 12.7 cm. 

9 inches in length and 5 inches in width.

{He-he, I got your back, buddy} A mischievous chuckle rang in his head.

"Can you reward me for you on every other case?" Clara mumbled absent-mindedly, her eyes pinned on Dylan's cock. "I swear, I'll work hard all the time."

Unknown to her, even Dylan was taken aback. He had a 5-inch champion, which he was proud of. 

But do you know what's better than a 5-inch champion? A 9-inch python!

Dylan's face flushed red, a proud smile etched across his face as he flung his dick back and forth.

"It depends on your performance tonight." Dylan felt like he was in a fantasy land where he could spit out all the crappy lines he had been dying to say.

Yes, he finally had the right to make dirty jokes in bed.

Clara nodded eagerly, scuttling over to his side of the bed and tightly grabbing his cock with both hands.

"Easy there, girl, it's not every day you see something this valuable. Treat with care, okay?" Dylan scolded and Clara nodded with a puppy smile, her gaze fixated on the pre-cum icing on the tip.

Using the tip of her tongue, she skillfully scoped the pre-cum off the surface before shoving the entire thing into her mouth.

Dylan closed his eyes, waiting for the slippery sweetness to follow. Instead, he was met with a thorny hell.

{Jesus!} Dylan's cries were drowned underneath beneath the voice's scream.

Dylan staggered back, dick in hand and tears running down his cheeks. Seeing the cuts and tears on his prized possession, he couldn't help but wonder how this cute legal assistant became a vicious Pitbull overnight.