All Chapters of Raw Pleasures: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

THIRD PERSON POVOrion's tongue delved into her depths, his fingers teasing her clit as he brought her to the brink once more. Seraphina's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath his skilled touch. Orion's fingers moved in a rhythm that matched her every need, his tongue circling her clit as he pushed her over the edge once again.With a final cry, Seraphina shattered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Orion continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering mess beneath him.As Seraphina lay there, basking in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms, she knew that this experience would be forever etched in her memory. Orion had worshiped her body with a skill and devotion that left her breathless, and she knew that she would never forget this night.Seraphina subjects Orion to a brutal session of sexual domination, starting by placing a heavy chain around his neck, the cold metal a stark contrast to his heated skin. She pulls hi

ETHAN'S POVThe fire burned low as the night deepened, its golden glow flickering against the trunks of the surrounding trees. The forest hummed softly around us, alive with the sounds of crickets and the occasional rustle of wind through the leaves. The air carried the faint scent of smoke, pine, and the sweetness of the wine we had shared.We lingered by the flames long after the stars had filled the sky. Nobody wanted to move, as if the forest itself had wrapped us in its quiet spell. The tension that had sparked between us the previous night was still there, humming beneath every word, every look, every brush of skin.Zoe was the first to break the silence. She leaned back on her hands, her face glowing in the firelight. “You know,” she said, her tone light but teasing, “for a group of adults, we have a real talent for acting like teenagers.”Lila smirked. “Speak for yourself. I think we’re just rediscovering how to have fun.”Max threw another log onto the fire, sparks scattering

ETHAN'S POVThe sounds of our pleasure filled the night, the forest echoing with our moans and gasps, a wild, uninhibited chorus of desire. Lila and Max's bodies moved in a fierce, primal dance, their skin slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Lila's hands roamed over Max's chest, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper, her body demanding more.Zoe's hips bucked against my face, her moans growing louder as I brought her closer to the edge. I could feel her body tensing, her inner muscles clenching as she neared her climax, her wetness coating my lips and chin. But just as she was about to peak, she pulled away, a wicked smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not yet," she panted, her chest heaving, her voice a husky whisper. "I want to taste you first."She moved down my body, her hands pushing my pants down as she took me into her mouth. The sensation of her warm, wet lips surrounding me was almost too much, and I had to grip th

Leo stood frozen for a full minute after the door clicked shut behind Elara Vance. The air in the private suite was thick with the memory of her, the scent of cold night air and ozone clinging to the space she had occupied. His eyes fell to the stark white card on his workstation. It was the only thing out of place in the meticulously organized room. A single point of contact in a world of curated chaos.He finished his remaining appointments on autopilot, his hands performing their magic by muscle memory while his mind was twenty blocks away, in a penthouse suite at the St. Regis. The usual banter with his clients felt distant, his responses automatic. All he could see were her stormy grey eyes, all he could feel was the phantom pressure of her hand over his.At 7 PM, he stood outside the imposing facade of the hotel, the card clutched in his damp palm. He had changed from his black stylist’s uniform into dark, well fitted trousers and a simple cashmere sweater. He felt both exposed

The Oubliette was a silent tomb orbiting a dying star. It was a place of grays and muted blues, of humming machinery and the constant, low thrum of the station's life support. For Warden Kaelen, it was home. His existence was a study in precision. He woke at 05:00 Station Time. He performed his calisthenics. He consumed his nutrient paste. He completed his systems checks. And he observed the prisoner.Prisoner LY-RA, designation "Lyra." The Void-Witch.Her cell was a transparent cylinder at the heart of the station, visible only from the central observation deck. Inside, a complex field of shimmering energy suppressed the reality-warping abilities that made her a Class-Omega threat. Kaelen stood there every day at 14:00, a datapad in hand, recording the same thing: No change. Subject sedentary. Containment field stable.He had not heard her speak in the three years of his assignment. He had never seen her move from the center of the room, where she sat cross-legged, her back to him. H