Heat Ink Sans Sin の小説・ストーリー

She sucked greedily, swirling her tongue around the tip. Sara moved lower. She took his heavy balls in her hands then she rubbed her lips on them. “Mmm, fuck,” Vincent groaned. “That’s it, girls. Worship your stepdaddy’s cock.” Clara pushed her head forward. She took more of his massive length in her mouth. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she kept going. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin.

He never recognized the voice. The End

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

Shit. FUCK!!!!

I decided to get a drink out of boredom before entering another dull sex session. The Red Inferno was the 'IT' club for demons. It was crowded, like always, and lit with red lights. The many demons with humans having them as pets or sex slaves sat in the u-shaped booths feeding off of them or fucking them. The music played as some demons danced with others on the large dance floor near the back of the club.

Placing my head in my hands I closed my eyes and listened to the ducks quack, I hear the screeching of impatient drivers pass by. I said, "ego te accipere donum." ------- [Chapter quote: " all the clouds in me are raining"- r.h. Sin]

The penthouse smelled of sex and expensive cologne as always. Kai’s hands gripped Elara’s hips like he owned every inch of her—which, in his mind, he did. The fresh ink on her left breast—his name in elegant black script—still stung a little when sweat rolled over it, but he didn’t care. He kissed the tattoo hard, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, then sucked on it while he drove his cock into her pussy. “Mine,” he growled against her flesh. “Fucking look at it. My name right where it belongs.”

I could feel his cock inside me and his mouth on my throat at the same time, drinking me while he claimed me. I came so hard I screamed. My pussy clenched around him in rhythmic spasms, milking his cock as he fucked me through it. He didn’t slow down. He drank deeper, hips snapping harder, growling against my neck like an animal. When he finally pulled his fangs out he licked the wound closed with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. Then he looked down at me, lips red with my blood, eyes glowing brighter than before. “You taste like sin,” he said. “Sweet. Addictive. Mine.”

The ink was dark, permanent, and simple. "We are no longer the code or the beast; we are the breath between the notes."