All Chapters of The Den of Desires (Erotica Short Stories): Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

NIA My lips parted as my breath left my body in a gasp, the sound raw and ragged. My eyes fluttered as my fingers curled around the mattress, bunching up the fabric in a desperate attempt to still hold onto some semblance of self control. I couldn't help but whimper, my thoughts slowing down to a pause as I struggled to keep up with the sensations that were thrumming through my body. I couldn't think, and I sure as hell could barely speak. But god, I could feel. I could feel Damian deeper than I had ever felt anyone, or anything before, and I could almost swear that he was far deeper than my body should've been able to take. The second he had slipped into me, I could feel the way my walls stretched in a desperate attempt to accommodate his length. There was a slight burn to the intrusion, and my legs trembled as I struggled to keep them open. Damian didn't give me time to adjust, and he stared down at me with dark eyes, he knew it was almost too much for me, but he didn't care

DAMONI was seated on the bed, debating on how to get up from the bed without causing myself too much pain.My lips parted, a soft sigh escaping them as I stretched my legs. I raised my hands to the back of my head, gently untying the mask and removing it from my face. I held the carved piece of lace decorated plastic in my hands briefly before throwing it half-heartedly on the bedside desk. For the umpteenth time this morning, I let my eyes move over the room, taking in the empty and almost lonely space with slight longing. I missed her. I didn't really know her, but my god, did I miss her. I had woken up about thirty minutes ago, and the first thing I had noticed was how empty the bed was, and when my vision had cleared well enough for me to look around, I noticed the absence and lack of her presence and belongings in general. It hadn't taken a genius for me to realise that she had left early before I had woken up, most likely not too keen on seeing my face after the night we h

NIAI stood in front of the lecture hall, fiddling with my pen absent mindedly as I struggled to find my words. Damian was seated in front of me, his gaze focused on his tablet in the tense silence. The class had ended, and just like he had asked, I had waited behind. Both of us remained in the empty hall, and now, nervously shuffling before him as he ignored my presence, I realised I had absolutely nothing to say. “Um…” I started as I struggled internally. God, this was awkward. “Can I… have my phone back?”Damian's gaze snapped to mine quickly, and he pinned me with a look that made me shrink in on myself. “No,” he said coldly, his voice sharp as he practically glared at me. I snapped my mouth shut once again, and I looked away from him. He continued going through his tablet for what seemed like years, and when he was done, he shut it off and stood up, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at me. I felt a little self-conscious all of a sudden, and I exhaled softly. “

NIAMy back was pressed against the desk, the edge digging into my skin as my legs hovered over the edge awkwardly. I was sniffling, and my tears didn't seem like they were stopping anytime soon. My panties had been disposed of in a random corner, and I laid there, my bare cunt out in the open with my skirt raised. Damian was between my thighs, looking just as wrecked as I felt.My hole clenched around nothing, and I whimpered as I felt yet another drop of his cum slip out of me, joining the ones already on the floor. “So fucking ungrateful,” Damian spat, raising a hand to slap my cunt. I flinched, sniffling as fat tears rolled down my face more. “I told you to keep it in, didn't I?”“S-Sorry– I'm s…sorry,” I managed in between gasps. “Can't– I can't help i-it.” “No? That's too bad.” Damian slapped my inner thigh, the spot quickly turning a bright pink at the impact. I writhed underneath his gaze. “Maybe I shouldn't just fuck you at all. Since you can't even do something this sim