All Chapters of SEX AT FIRST SIGHT: EROTICA STORIES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the cold.I was lying on the ground, my back against damp grass and dirt. My arms were tied behind my back with something rough that bit into my wrists. My legs were spread wide and held open by strong hands. The air was chilly, the sky above me still dark but starting to show the faintest hint of dawn. I was completely naked except for the torn remains of my slutty black babydoll, which hung in shreds around my waist. My pussy was already dripping, aching, and exposed to the cool night air.I tried to move, but more hands held me down. I looked around in panic and counted at least six masked men surrounding me. All of them wore the same black masks that hid their faces. Their bodies were big, muscular, and hard. Some were already stroking their cocks, thick and heavy in their hands.This was not my fantasy anymore.This was real.Before I could scream, one of them clamped a large hand over my mouth. Another grabbed my hair and yanked my head

The mirrors seemed to close in around me as I walked deeper into the maze. My heels clicked on the polished floor, the sound echoing strangely, as if multiple versions of me were walking at the same time. Every turn revealed another reflection of myself — my flushed cheeks, my slightly parted lips, the way my short black dress clung to my body and rode up my thighs with every step. I looked aroused. Nervous. Excited. And the longer I wandered, the more I felt like I was being hunted.I told myself it was just the mirrors playing tricks on my mind. The lighting was low and seductive, casting purple and red hues that made everything feel intimate and slightly dangerous. The soft, pulsing music from hidden speakers seemed to sync with my heartbeat, slow and suggestive. But the feeling of being watched never left me.Then I saw him again.He was standing at the end of a long corridor, his tall frame reflected infinitely in the glass panels around him. The mysterious stranger in the black

I stayed pressed against the cool mirror, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm he had just given me. My legs were shaky. My heart was still racing. The thin fabric of my dress felt too tight against my skin, and the dampness between my thighs was impossible to ignore. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers, the heat of his body, the low rumble of his voice in my ear.He didn’t leave.Instead, he stepped closer again, his presence filling the small space between the mirrors. His dark eyes locked on mine through the reflection as he slowly turned me around to face the glass once more. He pressed my palms flat against the cool surface and kicked my legs wider apart.“Stay right there,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Don’t move.”He dropped to his knees behind me. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks wide open. The cool air hit my most private places, making me shiver. Then his hot tongue traced a slow, wet line from my dripping pussy all the way up to my tight lit

The moment I spoke those words, the atmosphere in the grand hall shifted. It felt as though the very air grew thicker, heavier with anticipation and raw hunger. Lucian’s emerald eyes darkened with unmistakable approval. The other vampires surrounding us leaned in slightly, their movements graceful yet predatory, like wolves circling a willing lamb who had just begged to be eaten.“Then we shall begin properly,” Lucian said, his voice a low, velvet rumble that vibrated straight through my chest. He took my hand in his cool grip and led me toward a wide, arched doorway that opened into a more intimate chamber. The others followed without a word. Elias with his mischievous grin, Seraphine with her fiery hair cascading like blood over her pale shoulders, Viktor’s powerful frame moving silently, and Damien whose dark gaze never left the pulse beating frantically in my throat.The room they brought me to was breathtaking in its decadence. Heavy crimson velvet drapes covered the tall windows

The next night came far too slowly. I spent the daylight hours in a luxurious guest room deep within the mansion, my body still humming with residual pleasure and the faint metallic aftertaste of vampire blood on my tongue. The ancient essence they had given me had healed most of the bite marks, leaving only faint silvery scars that tingled whenever I touched them. My skin felt more sensitive, my senses sharper. Every shadow in the room seemed to whisper promises of what awaited when darkness fell again.When the sun finally dipped below the horizon, a soft knock sounded at the door. A human attendant, elegant and silent, entered with a fresh gown. This one was even more revealing than the last, deep crimson silk that clung to my curves and featured a plunging neckline that left my throat and the upper swells of my breasts completely exposed. The fabric whispered against my skin as I dressed, already stirring fresh arousal between my thighs. I knew they would smell it the moment I ste