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she whispered to the empty room, hips rolling up to meet her touch. The front door clicked open sooner than expected. Ethan was home early from work, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to expose those strong forearms she loved. He stepped into the living room, freezing at the sight: Lila, completely nude, body arched in ecstasy, fingers buried deep in her pussy, glistening with arousal. Her full breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard peaks, her thighs slick and parted invitingly. “Christ, Lila,” he muttered, voice a gravelly rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes darkened, locked on the obscene display—her hand moving rhythmically, the wet sounds echoing. “What the hell are yo

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.

Without a word, they moved into position, the air was thick with anticipation, and the musky scent of our mixed arousal. My tight unfucked ass was about to be claimed. I shivered, pushing myself onto my hands and knees and presenting myself like the eager consort I was in this twisted fantasy world. How would I get back? I brushed the thought away immediately focusing on the fun about to happen; getting my three holes pulverised by their monstrous cocks at once! Lucien stepped up first, that veiny cock of his was thick and curved like a banana. He had been stroking it the whole time making pre-cum drip from the slit, and my mouth watered at the sight.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.

Chapter 156 Lila’s POV My body would not stop shaking. I lay sprawled on the floor in a puddle of glowing demonic cum, belly slightly rounded, thighs slick and trembling. Every breath I took tasted like smoke and sex. My pussy throbbed painfully, still leaking thick rivers of Azrael’s seed that refused to stay inside me. The corruption had sunk deeper now. I could feel it pulsing in my veins, making my skin hypersensitive, turning every drop of his cum into liquid fire that made me crave more.

"That's your labia minora. They protect this lovely little hole right here." I stifled a moan as he teased his fingertip along my entrance. "That feels good." "I know," he said. "You're already starting to get wet." "Well, I need to, don't I?" I asked. "So you can look for the ghosts." "Right," he said. "The ghosts. But it'll take a lot more, uh, internal lubrication to properly examine you. Now, natural lubrication would likely be more effective, but I could grab some of the gel we use for—"

Tiny moonlight seeped in through a tear in the curtain into their dimly lit room. Isla felt a movement trailing its way up to her breasts. She bit down her lower lip gently as she felt her cunt calm from the electrifying touch. The hands massaged her breasts gently before stroking her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips but the person shushed her to quiet down. She bit down harder on her lower lip to trap her moans, a tingling metallic taste filled her mouth.

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."