Welcome to the Club Again, Part 4

The hour-long drive took forever. We turned down the music and took the lead as we started up the gravel path to my family’s house. We passed the garden, the garage, the stables and the big old barn. We pulled up in front of my house, last in a line of green cars. Everything was perfectly still.
When Tank and Tempest rolled in, their motors throbbing, my family came out to see what the racket was all about.
“Welcome to the Wood’s,” I whispered to myself as I got out of the car. We started the gauntlet of embraces and handshakes.
My father gave a look at Snake. “My god, Milo. What happened to you?”
“I got into weight lifting.”
“I’ll say.” By Snake’s huge frame, Dad’s paunchy figure looked rather pathetic. “Haven’t been using steroids I hope.”
I kissed my mother on her cheeks, careful not to brush my big hidden tits against her. The old hippie gal was wearing flowers in her hair, and she smiled so much I wondered if she was stoned. She was dressed like Stevie Nicks.
“Who’s on the motorcycles?”
My brother Byron was staring warily at Tank and Tempest. His wife Amethyst was standing by her side. Both were wearing drab clothes and looked boring, but I had to admit Amethyst had a nice figure. There was an uncertain smile on her pale lips. I wondered if she had ever sucked my brother’s cock. 
“Mom, Dad, everyone, I’d like you to meet Tank and Tempest. They’re our next door neighbors.”
Handshakes were exchanged, and everyone was too polite to comment on the leather-clad bikers we had brought along. Then it was time to embrace my sister Emma, and her girlfriend Terry. They both looked like poster-girls for some lesbian-chic magazine, no makeup, short air and urban-unisex attire.
“You’re just in time,” my mother said. “The food is ready. It such a nice day we thought that we’d eat outside, if that’s okay with you.”
“Do you mind if we smoke, Mrs. Wood?” Tempest asked as she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket.
“Feel free. I’ll get you an ashtray.”
That was my cue. “I have something to tell you guys,” I said as I removed a pack of common cigarettes from my purse. “I started smoking. So did Milo.”
My mother shook her head kindly. “It’s you body and you’re an adult, pumpkin. You can so as you wish.”
Yes, my mother called me ‘pumpkin’.
We lit up. The smoke felt amazing as it hit my lungs. I double pumped the cig shamelessly, feeding the craving that had been bothering me since early this morning.
We got in and sat down to dinner. My mother was a little annoyed when she found out that we were no longer vegans. She’d made a vegan, lentil stew just for us. But she took it in stride, with her usual kind, carefree smile.
Dinner meant small talk. School, office, university. I suffered through it, giving short answers and smoking a lot. I caught Amethyst staring at me and Tempest when we lit our cigarettes.
After dinner, the guys decided to play Cornhole. Always a big hit at our family reunions, the game consisted in tossing a beanbag into a hole. I was getting itchy for having other holes filled, but I went along. We divided in teams. Snake and I played against Byron and Amethyst while Tank and Tempest played against Emma and Terry. My parents watched from the patio.
We were halfway through the game when I decided my half-formed idea had potential. I excused myself and went back to the car, retrieving a three packets of Snake’s new magical cigarettes. I lit up and then ran to Amethyst’s side, helping her to collect the bean bags. As soon as Amethyst was standing again, I blew a large cloud of smoke in her direction. She coughed and stared angrily at me.
I took my time throwing my bag, then exhaled again in my sister-in-law’s direction. The cloud of smoke engulfed her, and I could see she breathed in a lot, and did not cough this time. The next time I blew at her, she moved closer inhaled it willingly, filling her lungs with my second-hand smoke.She looked at me and blushed, but I just made a big play of sucking on the cigarette, my cheeks hollowing out. She just stared, and wet her lips.
“Do you think I could have one of your cigarettes, Blaze?” Amethyst asked after we’d finished the game.
Bingo! Before I could give her a cigarette, Snake grabbed me by the arm and pulled my away. “Can I talk to you for a moment?”
Byron meanwhile was staring at his nervous wifey. “Honey, are you really thinking of smoking a cigarette? You hate smoking.”
Fucking spoilsport, I thought. Wait until you try a cigar, little brother.
As soon as we were out of earshot, Snake faced me. “What are you doing, Blaze? Why are you smoking the new cigarettes around your family?”
I grinned as he stared seriously at me. “I want my family to join The Reapers.”
He liked the idea. “Okay,” he shrugged, “but we should give them different smokes. These turn women into complete sluts.”
As if I gave a fuck. They were losers anyway, it could only do them good. “Everyone who joins our gang has to start at the bottom and then earn their way up. Men start as gophers and the women as biker sluts.”
Snake let out a loud belly laugh and squeezed my ass-cheek. “You are one crazy bitch!”
“I know, don’t you love it.”
He gave a look around, taking in the main building and the rest of the farm. “You know, this place would make a great home for The Reapers. We could convert the stables into motorcycle sheds and build some bunk houses out by the barn for new recruits. When people move up in rank they can build their own places on the back half of the property. We’d keep this house for ourselves, of course.”
This was my man. Finally his bad side was taking over for good. “I love the way you think, Snake. We could move out here next week,” I said. “We’ll have to do something about the current tenants though.”
He grinned, circling my waist with his big arm, and we walked back. The teams had reformed during our absence. My parents were playing Cornhole against Tank and Tempest while Byron and his wife played against Emma and Terry.
I walked over to Tempest and slipped her a pack of cigarettes. She looked at me. “Time to do some recruiting,” I winked at her. Amethyst came hovering by, an eager look in her eyes and a sheepish grin. I offered her a cigarette and lit her up. “Don’t worry about my brother,” I whispered. “You look hot as a smoker.” She was hesitant on her first puff, but in three minutes she was pumping it like a pro.
“Thanks for the cigarette,” she breathed, with a big smile. “You and Tempest made smoking look so enjoyable and now I see why.” She took a long drag on her first cigarette and held it in her lungs for a few seconds before reluctantly blowing out a white cloud of smoke.
“Anytime,” I said, giving her a conspiratorial smile.
I went back to the car and fetched a two more packets for later, and few cigars for Snake. He gave me a strange look when I handed them to him, but then got to work on our plan. The game went on. While Snake moved from one team to the other, trailing a thick cloud of cigar smoke, on the other side of the field, Tempest was blatantly blowing smoke in the face of my mother. I joined Terry and Emma, smoking them up. After a few hard stares, soon Emma came close and asked me for a puff, “Just to try how it tastes.” I handed her my cigarette. Terry watched her take a deep drag, arching her fine eyebrows, but when finally Emma stretched her hand to hand me back the cigarette, she picked it up. “Let me try too!” Terry said. I turned in time to see my mother bending forward as Tempest lit her first cigarette. In about ten minutes, all the girls were smoking like they had been doing it forever, huddling together and commenting on how good it felt. Byron and my father were enjoying their cigars on the patio.
It was time to get serious.
While the others went inside to fetch coats against the evening breeze, I walked back to the car and got my leather jacket, and Snake’s. I pulled my skirt off, revealing my studded leather pants, and I freed my boobs from their prison. I slipped on my high-heeled boots. Then I went back, hips swinging, and faced my family.
“I have another confession to make,” I announced. The guys were looking at my clothes, and exchanging glances. As I spoke, my jacket hung open, revealing my pierced nipples. The cold breeze was doing marvels to my look. “Milo and I have started an outlaw biker gang with Tank and Tempest, called The Reapers. Milo’s name is now Snake and mine is Blaze. Snake didn’t get his muscles from steroids, he got them from an enchanted cigar.” They all stared at me like I was fucking mad. Couldn’t really blame them for that. “I know that is hard to believe, but I’ll prove it to you.”
I pulled out one of my old cigarettes and lit it with my skull zippo. I had only to take two long puffs for my hair to cascade down my shoulders in curly black waves, as my face and fingernails acquired their usual colors. The nicotine hit me, making everything perfect. I was myself again, and I was ready for the show.
“How the hell did you do that?” Emma asked, looking just as shocked as the others.
I ignored her. “The cigarettes and cigars we gave you are enchanted, too. They’re going to turn you into bikers. Byron and Daddy will be giving us a demonstration after another puff or two.”
My dad puffed on his cigar. His sparse hair darkened, growing until they fell down over ears. Everybody stared as his hands semed to grow bigger.
My brother Byron looked at his cigar. With a grimace, he brought it to the ashtray and pointed it down like he was going to crush it out. Amethyst grabbed his hand, stopping him.
“Take a puff, baby,” Amethyst said. Her eyes were sparkling and it was obvious the smoke was already at work on her. “I want to see what you’ll look like as a biker.”
“Really?” He asked, a smile creeping on his face. “You want me to become a big, beefy brute like Tank and Snake?” Byron fondled his wife’s tits as he kissed her. “Does the thought of me dressed in leather and covered in tattoos get you hot?”
She nodded eagerly. I could see it was making him hot, too.
Byron brought the cigar to his mouth and took a powerful drag. He held his wife’s chin, tilted her head up and exhaled into her face. She moaned and ran a hand over his thin arm.
“Smoke for me, baby. Make your muscles grow,” she said in a husky voice.
I grinned. This was going to be better than porn.
Byron puffed furiously, quickly turning his cigar into ashes. He started growing, his biceps expanding, veins standing out underneath his sweat-glistening skin. His face rearranged, his chin growing angular. His hair grew wildly, falling on his shoulder into a ragged died blond mop. He was wearing a long dangling earring.
“Is this what you wanted, babe?” he rumbled. A badass tattoo was growing around his neck.
“God, yes!” Amethyst shrieked. She groped his chest, his pecs growing under her hands as his shoulders widened. As Byron pulled on his cigar, tribal tattoos spread over his corded arms, now as thick as gateposts. Amethyst was breathing heavily, rubbing herself against him. Then his clothes changed. His light cotton jacket darkened and the material thickened into leather. His sandals morphed into motorcycle riding boots. Jeans hugged his powerful thighs. He stretched and took a deep breath, like he was just waking up. He gave a lustful look at his wife. “Light up a cigarette, babe,” he said in a deep voice. “Become a biker chick for me.”
I was there for her. I handed Amethyst a cigarette and my old BIC lighter. She gave me a grateful smile, and a quick glance at my nipples.
“I must warn you that everyone who joins The Reapers starts off at the bottom,” I explained. “One of the jobs of an entry level female biker is to service the other, higher ranking members, any of them. Once you’ve risen in rank you can become exclusive, but until then you’ll be spending most of your time on your back.”
Amethyst just nodded at me impatiently, taking cigarette and lighter, and then turned towards her big bad biker hubby. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to be a biker whore?” Amethyst cooed. She was already halfway there, and she was enjoying it. “You want to fuck me while I suck your daddy’s cock?”
In the corner of my eye, I saw my dad took a deep pull on his cigar. I was not the only one in the family to fancy pretty little Amethyst.
Byron did not answer Amethyst’s question. He just took the lighter from her and fired her up with a lewd leer. She placed the cigarette in her mouth and accepted the light from her husband. She double pumped the cigarette with gusto, breathing the smoke in. Instantly, her short, light blonde hair became darker, and fell down her back. Her breasts stood up and grew two sizes in the time of a breath.
“This feels amazing,” she moaned, massaging her new boobs, smoke escaping from her nostrils as she sighed. The rest of my family just stared. I could see Byron and Amethyst’s turning was getting them all excited. The smoke they had already breathed was working on them, and there was little they could do. My mother leaned forward, observing the transformation, her eyes wide and feverish.
Meanwhile Amethyst’s clothes dissolved, leaving only her dramatically stretched white cotton bra and panties. Another puff, and they had turned into revealing black mesh. Her fingernails were turning red and long and sharp, her fingers acquiring a collection of silver rings. Her lips turned red just as her eyes became lined in thick black, and a silver ring formed in her nose. And all the while, Amethyst kept smoking. A studded leather jacket materialized on her shoulders, half zipped, emphasizing her now slender waist and showing off her new cleavage. A tight leather miniskirt hugged her hips. Finally she stood, and shaking a hip she ground the spent cigarette under the tip of her high-heeled boot. She gave a look around, hands on her hips, full of her newfound attitude. “Who wants to fuck?” she asked with a grin.
Byron made a low growling sound and tried to grab her, but I pushed him back in his chair. “This one’s mine.”
It was time to enforce the hierarchy. Byron nodded, recognizing his inferiority, and stood back. I turned to Snake. “You take my mom,” I said. “I want you to introduce her to that anaconda between your legs.” I slid the pack of Marlboro 100 to my mother and then pulled Amethyst to me. I fondled her butt as she sucked on my tongue. She slipped a hand underneath my jacket and squeezed my bare tit. I took her by the hand and I led her inside.
I gave Tempest a nod, and she followed us.



I slapped Amethyst on the ass. “You go wait for me upstairs. I’ve stuff to discuss with Tempest.”
Amethyst nodded, lit up a cigarette and walked to the stairs, her hips swaying.
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Wait in my parent’s room,” I instructed her. “I want to fuck you in my mother’s bed.”
She laughed. “Whenever you’re ready, Blaze,” she said, and hastened upstairs.
Tempest stared at her as she climbed up. “Nice piece of ass you got yourself, sister,” she smirked.
“Yeah, I guess I always fancied her.”
We laughed, then I held out two of the new magic cigarettes. “These are for Tank,” I said, staring Tempest in the eye.
She looked at the cigarettes, then at me. “What do you have in mind, you bitch?” she asked. But she was grinning.
“The Reapers need a leader,” I said. “And we both know who that’s going to be. We are the alphas, Snake and I, and you. Tank is just a lame dick, and he never turned like we did.”
Tempest nodded. “Makes sense,” she said. She gave me a dirty smile. “Do you mind if I fuck your brother, first? God knows I need some cock right now.”
I kissed her. “Be my guest, sister.”
She sashayed back to the porch as I went upstairs.



Amethyst was sitting on my parent’s bed, smoking and caressing her new tits. When she saw me her face lit up and she moaned in anticipation. She tried to rise, but I pushed her back, kneeling on the mattress between her spread legs. I slipped a hand under her mini and ripped away her black mesh panties. She squealed.
“Me first,” I said, kneeling between her knees as she fumbled for the zipper in her skirt. I pushed her hands out of the way, flicked my knife open and slashed her skirt open. She gasped in anticipation. Her twat was swollen and perfectly naked, two heavy gold rings dangling from her extended labia. “You look a wonder, babe,” I breathed.
I kissed the inside of her firm thigh, and then went on, searching for her clit with my tongue. She gasped, her fingers interlacing with my hair.”Yessss, please!” she hissed.
It took me less than a minute to get her cumming like there was no tomorrow. She placed her thighs on my shoulders as I dug deeper inside her. She came in spasms, gasping and screeching and pulling the covers in her fists, screaming in pleasure.



The door creaked open, and something heavy landed on the bed, giggling. I looked up. Snake was standing over an auburn-haired beauty with big firm boobs, that was eating him up with her eyes. Laying on her back on the mattress, she was incredibly cute, indecently slutty and no more than eighteen. And yet, there was something familiar… “Mom, is that you?”
My red-hot, completely remade mom smiled as she caressed Snake’s cock through his jeans. Dozens of silver bracelets jingled on her wrist. “You sure know how to pick men, angel,”she said, leaning languorously back. Her voice was high and sweet, and dripped lust. She gave me a dirty look. “You don’t mind if I borrow him for a bit longer, do you?”
This randy girl waiting to be fucked by my man turned up my libido to eleven. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mom.”
I jumped off the bed and got some smokes. Amethyst moaned, missing my tongue already. I lit up and handed one to my mother. “I’m sure you’ve heard that a cigarette is great after sex, well they’re nothing compared to one during sex.”
Then I slipped out of my leather pants and laid back, and guided my sister-in-law’s face to my snatch. “Now show me what you’ve learned, Venus.”
Snake had flipped my mother on her hands and knees and was getting ready to fuck her. “Venus?” he asked.
Venus was lapping at my clit with enthusiasm, her hands on my knees, her long dark brown hair brushing the inside of my thighs. Her silver nose ring tickled my labia. I pulled a big lungful from my cigarette. “It’s Amethyst’s new name. All our converts get new names.”
I turned to my mother. “You’re going to need a new name, Mom. Belinda just ain’t going to cut it.”
She lifted her cigarette to her mouth and took a puff as she pushed back on Snake’s cock. She had clearly other things on her mind, her eyes unfocused and a beatific expression of her young face. “You can call me whatever,” she said. “I’m so happy you shared your wonderful cigarettes with your family.” Snake pushed hard inside her and she paused to let out a delighted shriek. “Fucking hell, Snake. Your cock is going to ruin me for other men.”
“You’re welcome, Mom.” I gave her a deep kiss. I tasted cum and tobacco in her mouth. “I’m happy that you’re happy.”
All the while, Snake was rhythmically pounding her from behind. “I know what we should call your mom,” he said. “With her new looks we should call her Lolita.”
Me and Lolita traded a glance.
“Perfect!” we said simultaneously.
I leaned back, enjoying Venus tongue, while Snake fucked Lolita’s tight cunt, making her meowl like a kitten in heat. I splashed Venus face with my cum, and let her lick me clean. Finally, Lolita rolled on her back, humming softly. I pushed Venus back, put my half-finished cigarette between her lips, and stretched.
Lolita ran her fingers through Venus’ hair.
“I’d really like Venus to teach me how that’s done,” she sighed. It sounded like a plan to me.
“You two stay here and fuck each other’s brains out,” I said. They exchanged a happy glance. “I need to show Snake something in the other room.”
As we left the room, Lolita and Venus were rolling on the bed, slowly shifting in a sixty-nine position, all the while fingering and tonguing each other happily.
Outside, I pulled Snake in my old room. “What’s this about?” he asked.
“You know that every organization needs a single leader, especially a biker gang.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Tank is not that leader. We both knew that, and Tempest knows it too. He almost got us killed in the woods yesterday and he already screwed you over once, what’s to stop him from doing it again?”
Snake looked unconvinced. “I hear what you’re saying about the gun deal, but how did he screw me?”
“He tricked you into smoking an enchanted cigar.”
He gave a deep shrug. “I wouldn’t be who I am if he hadn’t given me those cigars,” he said. “We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it wasn’t for him.”
He had a point, but a very weak one. “Do you really think he had your goodwill in mind at the time?”
“Jesus,” he grinned. “I should call you Lady Macbeth instead of Blaze. What the hell do you propose? I don’t want to hurt him and if I tell him I’m taking over it will come to blows.”
The idea of a fight excited him, and I had to admit I would have loved to see my man punch the living daylights out of somebody. But Snake was still too much of a loyal friend, and I had planned something even more exciting anyway.
“There won’t be any fighting. We’re going to give Tank some of his own medicine.”
“I see where you’re going. He’s never been altered so if we give him one of the new cigars he’ll become a new recruit and have to listen to us. Is that your plan?”
I laughed. “Close, but no cigar.”
We went downstairs. In my parent’s living room, the orgy was in full tilt. Tattoo-covered Byron was sharing a fiery redhead with a big brute sporting a handlebar mustache. The redhead was covered in tattoos and was rocking as the handlebar guy worked her snatch from behind while she sucked on Byron’s stiff tattooed cock. On the other side of the room, Tank was laying on a couch with his head in Tempest’s lap. A busty babe with two-tone hair was sucking on his dick with enthusiasm. Her big tits were encased in a studded leather halter, and bounced happily as her head bobbed up and down. She had long legs wrapped in a pair of lace-up leather pants. Tank massaged the back of her neck as he and Tempest shared a cigarette.
 “That isn’t one of the new cigarettes is it?” Snake whispered.
He did not need my answer. Tank’s hair had grown a foot already, and had taken on a lustrous shine. The scar on his face was gone together with his beard, and he was wearing eyeliner.
“So, who’s who?” I asked instead, as we stood there watching Tank slowly become a woman.
Snake gave me the quick tour. “Your dad is fucking Terry and she’s sucking your brother’s cock.”
Which meant the two-tone cocksucker working on Tank’s tool was my darling sister Emma. And to think she had always been into girls. But I liked her a lot better this way. After all, I was now happily swinging both ways and she was a hot piece of work. As we watched, Tank’s gut was replaced by a soft, rounded belly.
“They’re going to need new names, too,” I said.
Snake glanced at the redhead as she was being plowed by my dad. No longer an old man, he was ramming his cock into her with a maniacal grin. “Terry should be Cayenne, don’t you think?”
“I love it. I want Emma to be called Raven. I always liked that name. Let’s call my dad Mad Dog and my brother can be Cruiser.”
Now Tank had a big pair of tits. Bigger than Tempest’s.
“Tank is going to need a new name.” Snake said. I could see that Tank’s new looks were pleasing him.
Tempest stopped stroking Tank’s hair and now played with his tits instead. She looked up and gave me an evil look. Tank face had softened, and was covered in heavy makeup and contorted in pleasure. Raven had stopped bobbing up and down on his crotch and was now flicking her tongue against the small nub that his cock had become. Piercings appeared in Tank’s nipples, navel and labia, and a tattoo of a badass biker chick riding behind the grim reaper on a Harley took up most of his smooth, hairless torso.
“Let’s call her Jezebel,” I said. I squeezed Snake’s arm. “I think it’s time that you break in our newest recruit, Snake.”
Snake tapped on Raven’s shoulder and she moved away, cleaning her pouty lips with the back of her hand. She eyed me appreciatively, brushing back a platinum-blond strand of hair. There were lots of rings and studs in her ear. She lit a cigarette, and blew smoke towards me. I mouthed “Later”, winking.
Jezebel came back to her senses and looked down at her body. She cupped her breasts with her small, long-nailed hands, a look of horror on her fine features. She looked like she was about five-two and weighed a hundred pounds, most of her weight coming from her expansive tits. “What the fuck did you do to me?” she asked in a soft soprano.
Tempest caressed her cheek. “We made you a part of the gang, sweetie. Everyone has to be changed to be part of gang, no exceptions.” I admired the natural way Tempest had taken on the role of priestess of our gang. “Your old self must die to be a member of The Reapers.”
Jezebel glared at Snake. “You could have made me a gopher. You didn’t have to turn me into a biker slut.”
“You should have thought about that when you tricked me into smoking one of your enchanted cigars.” He stood tall, hands on his hips. “Now, I’m no rapist, so I’m only going to fuck you if you want me to,” Snake said. “What’s it going to be, you going to walk out the door and start your new life as a woman or are you going to join The Reapers?”
With a swift movement, he undid his pants and deployed his tool. Jezebel only needed an eyeful of Snake’s cock to decide. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, licking with gusto, moaning softly.
Tempest pulled her back. “Smoke this while Snake fucks you.” She placed a cigarette between Jezebel’s lips. “It intensifies the pleasure and, honey, you are about to get a whole lot of pleasure.”
Snake pushed the blonde further back and placed himself between her legs. She was wearing black fishnets and ankle-high boots. Jezebel puffed on the cigarette and suddenly her eyes got wide and a smoky moan escaped her lips. Snake had taken her virginity in one single deep stroke. She gasped, her eyes unfocusing, my man’s cock filling her up to her throat.
Tempest pulled the cigarette from Jezebel’s mouth and gave her a deep kiss. “See what I mean? And he’s just getting started, baby. Later I’ll show you what my tongue can do to your clit.” Tempest put the cigarette back in Jezebel’s mouth.
Soon Jezebel was smoking and Snake was fucking her. He held her by the hips, slamming into her cunt with violence. She arched her back, inviting him deeper.
I slapped Raven’s ass as she walked over to the couch where Mad Dog was waiting for her sucking on a cigar. She straddled him and impaled herself on his cock with a happy squeal. They started rocking in unison, making animal groans. In the corner, Cruiser had Cayenne sitting on a small table, fucking her upright while she smoked with abandon.
Tempest came to sit on a stuffed chair with me and slowly kissed me. I fondled her tits, my thumbnail playing with her nipple piercing.
“Your brother’s a great fuck,” she whispered in my ear, “but your sister’s even better.”
“She’s called Raven,” I said. “I will do her later.”
“Call me if you need a hand.”
“Oh, I will!” I breathed. We laughed together.
“On Tuesday we can start some real recruiting,” Snake said over his shoulder. He was now fucking Jezebel from behind, with supreme indifference. “I’m sure that your students would love to be part of The Reapers as would our old neighbors. I bet we could have a hundred members by month’s end. Then let someone like Jerome try and rip us off. We’ll destroy them.”
“We should tell people up front what will happen if they smoke one of The Tobacconist’s enchanted cigars or cigarettes,” I said. I cuddled closer to Tempest as we enjoyed the show of Jezebel joining our gang.
“Absolutely, and if they don’t like the idea of transforming into a biker we’ll light one up ourselves and then they’ll love it, just like us.”
Tempest and I chuckled at the idea.
It was almost time. Snake pulled Jezebel’s head back, grabbing her hair, and gave a deep grunt. He was having fun, and he was ready to come. I could see in his eyes that any residue of morals or decency he still had been harboring was gone for good. My man’s brains and his cock were one now. He was the ruthless alpha male that would lead The Reapers, my mate and perfect match, the brutal beast I wanted between my legs. Snake threw his head back and let out a roar, as he finally came inside Jezebel. The blonde girl opened her mouth in a silent scream, her face contorted in pleasure.
Tempest kissing my neck, I raised my cigarette in salute to our new slut. “Welcome to the club again.”

THE END (?)