Elly Clutch Vr Novels & Stories

Elena pressed the vibrating head directly against Riley’s swollen clit without warning. A sharp cry tore from Riley’s throat. Her hips jerked violently in the suspension, but she couldn’t escape the relentless buzzing pleasure. Elena kept the toy pressed firmly, watching Riley’s face with dark, hungry eyes as her thighs began to tremble. “You can fight it all you want, little rebel,” Elena said calmly, “but your body already knows its place.” She slid two fingers through Riley’s soaked folds, teasing her entrance before pushing them deep inside with one smooth thrust. Riley gasped, mouth falling open as Elena curled her fingers expertly against her g-spot while the vibrator continued its mer

Victor Vane didn't walk into the room; he appeared on the central stage, his image projected in a 7D hologram that made him look thirty feet tall. "And welcome to Elara Favour," the hologram continued, the giant eyes of Victor Vane locking onto me. "The girl who thought a radio broadcast could stop a revolution. Look around you, Elara. These people aren't here for a cure. They’re here for the Lock." I felt the gold hum in my arm surge, a heat spreading through my chest. Suddenly, the chandeliers flickered. A low, rhythmic pulse—the same one from the FUTO reservoir—began to vibrate through the floorboards.

There’s no hitch in her breathing, no instinctive recoil, and she isn’t choking. “You have no gag reflex,” I manage to choke out. Oh yeah,” she murmurs against me, the vibration traveling straight through my body and settling low in my gut. “Fuck, baby… you’re a dream,” I rasp out. Elara keeps working her magic, one hand fondling my balls while she takes me deeper, relaxing enough to let me slide toward her throat. Whatever video she watched clearly did its job, because I’m already right on the edge, pulse racing and control slipping fast.

The vibrator’s faint hum was audible in the silence. Vincent dipped the brush again. This time he traced the seam of her pussy—slow, feather-light—parting her just enough to expose the swollen pearl of her clit. She jerked, hips lifting off the chaise. “Still.” The brush circled her clit—once, twice—never quite touching. Then down—along her entrance, gathering her wetness on the bristles. He lifted the brush to his mouth. Tasted her. Elara’s eyes widened. “Sweet,” he said. “Desperate.”

His green eyes held a storm when they met hers. “Elara,” he said, voice low as the elevator doors closed behind him. “We really should keep this virtual.” “Yet you came,” she replied, stepping close enough for her perfume to wrap around him. “Because you wanted to.” They tried to focus on work. Campaign visuals projected on the large screen, new bracelet designs featuring intertwined infinity symbols. But the air was thick. After twenty minutes, Elara stood and moved behind him, leaning over his shoulder to point at the screen. Her breasts pressed softly against his back.

“It's a Virtual reality club.” Cassia blinked. “VR? Like… video games?” “Not those kinds of games,” Ava said, smiling widely now. “This is… different. It's a sex VR. They scan you in, and they guarantee real body sensations and total anonymity.” “That sound insane, even for you, Ava.” Cassia quipped. Ava tapped her lap. “Exactly! Which is why it's perfect. You'll wear a mask and you pick your fantasy and no one would ever know it was you. And it won't be cheating on your husband.”

Kurn is also a big game nerd and he has even helped program a few games that we use when training. “Left! You have to go left! Take that you sucker!” Elina is shouting instructions at Kurn and he is entertaining her by following them. “Fucking bastards!” Elina throws off the VR-set with the most adorable angry pout on her lips. “They took me from the back. They were everywhere.” She looks at me. Even if she has an angry pout on her lips I can see the joy in her eyes. She is breathing hard and there is sweat running down her temple. I take a water bottle in my hand and reach it towards her.

Eli's breath hitched, his eyes meeting Zeke's with a mix of submission and anticipation, no protest, no sass—just pure, willing surrender. Zeke grabbed a large vibrator from the wall, the toy thick and ridged, designed for maximum intrusion. He lubed it up quickly, the slick sound echoing in the room, and pressed it against Eli's entrance. "Let's see how you handle this," Zeke muttered, pushing it in slowly at first, watching Eli's hole stretch around the base. Once it was seated deep, he turned it on, the vibrations starting low but building quickly. Eli's body jerked, a loud moan escaping his lips as the toy buzzed against his prostate, the sensations overwhelming. "Fuck, yes—more," Eli wh

Ivy stood on the edge, isolated from the other females who were already forming cliques. Then, a sudden spray of cold water hit her. It soaked her dress, the fabric clinging to her skin. She spun around, eyes blazing. Cole stood there, a wooden ladle in his hand, looking bored. “Cole Ryder, what is wrong with you?” she snapped. He didn't answer. He just scooped another ladle and threw it directly into her face. Her hair matted to her neck, dripping. “Just playing the game, Mercer,” he said. Ivy exploded. She grabbed a bucket and charged. The two of them began a frantic, splashing chase, disappearing into the thick ferns of the rainforest.

Since she arrived at the pack, everything looked too good to be true, if this is a dream then she doesn't want to wake up. She took the glass and gulped down the whole thing at one go, she was about to return the glass but before it could reach Emrys, it slipped from her hand and shattered to the ground. Elva's face twisted in red color, squeezing her eyes shut, she started to groan, gripping on the armrests of her wheelchair. The bond was getting processed within her, she could feel her skin burning as something travels to her veins. She screamed out loud and throw her head back when she couldn't hold it in any longer, her eyes blurry with tears.