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Lust Chapter 3 Johnny didn't know where to look. His mother's heaving breasts looked delicious, but he'd never seen a shaved cunt up close before. Every detail lay exposed before him: the plump outer lips, the flowering, dew-coated inner lips, and the stiff clitoris were all available for his excited gaze. He decided to keep his eyes on the fascinating sight between his mother's long, slender legs, but that didn't mean he couldn't caress her pillowy tits with his hands.

CHAPTER 21 "This way." The woman's word pulled her attention making her quickly snap out. Alyssa's eyes widened as she took in the space, her gaze drifting over the expensive artwork, the crystal decanter on the sideboard, and the leather-bound books that lined the shelves. She felt a sense of intimidation wash over her, as if she didn't quite belong in such rarefied surroundings.

I rubbed Camila’s pussy again, to get more wetness before putting my fingers in Vivian’s mouth and watched as she sucked off every last bit of it. “Does it taste good?” I asked her as I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and she nodded. “Use your words” I commanded. “Yes” she replied while staring at me with those lovely eyes that were now filled with lust. The urge to take her was strong but I wanted to take things slow and enjoy every second of seeing them crave for me. I trail my eyes up from Camila’s chocolate pussy and stopped on her perfect chocolate boobs, her nipples looked extremely enticing as they stood majestically like dark chocolate waiting to be savored and that was exactly wh

🖱️ Jayden 🖱️ My whole body felt like it was on fire. It wasn’t the kind of fire that licked at skin from the outside. This was worse. This crawled through my veins like something alive, something clawing its way from the inside out, until every drop of blood in my body felt like it had been replaced with molten lava. My breathing came in short, uneven gasps. I gripped the edge of the car seat so hard my knuckles went white, the cushion biting into my palms as another wave of pain crashed through me and nearly took my knees out from under me.

“It's not that I don't want to see you. I'm afraid of what seeing you will do to me.” “Like?” He steps forward. I say nothing. “Can I come in?” He whispers. “I don't want to risk being seen here.” It's only then that I notice the cap fully drawn over his face. That isn't enough though to hide his identity. I open my door wider and he steps in. I lock the door behind me and realize my mistake when I turn back to him and notice his stiff back. I shouldn't have left the book on the bed. His eyes are hard when he turns to me. “Is that what you want, Zara?” He glances again at the book cover; a sinful image of a man bent over a woman on all fours.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

I took the paper and opened it. It was a handwritten list, with titles of books I’d never heard of in my life. “Moonlit Surrender.” I read the first one out loud. “The Kraken's Forbidden Desire.” I looked at the next one. “Claimed by the Beast King.” I looked up at Nala. “What the fuck is this?” “Books.” “I can see that.” I looked back at the list. “Ravished by Moonlight. Surrendering to the Fire King.” I raised an eyebrow. “What are these?”

Then he left, the door locking again. I hate you!!. I repeated it every hour, every minute, clinging to it like a lifeline. But hate is a fragile thing, especially when isolation creeps in. The mansion was silent most days, except for the distant murmuring of his men. They brought me clothes, beautiful silky dresses that clung to my curves, lingerie I refused to wear at first. Books appeared on the nightstand, meals prepared to what I might like. It was all part of his game, I knew. He wants to soften me, break me without lifting a finger.