Oblivion: Stories Novels & Stories

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

They were up to something. I could see it written all over their faces. But I pushed the thought aside. It was just a game. There was no point getting paranoid over a game of hide-and-seek. “Yes.” I replied after clearing my throat. Without another word, they turned toward the wall. The room fell strangely quiet except for the rustle of clothes and the faint whistle of wind against the windows. Devon pressed a hand against the wall and began to count. I slowly tiptoed out of the room as the numbers rose behind me.

“Chores keep everything running smooth around here. You live under this roof, you pull your weight, or you end up right where you are—tied down and suffering for it. Say it back to me, tell me what obedience looks like.” Time started to stretch out in the blind darkness, every minute feeling like it dragged on forever as the vibrator kept up its relentless work, circling my swollen clit, dipping into my dripping entrance, then retreating to leave me whining. My skin grew slick with sweat, the tank top clinging to my breasts, nipples hard and rubbing against the damp fabric with every twist of my body. The slick sounds of my arousal filled the room, wet and obscene, mixing with the hum of the

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

Louis suddenly called out, stopping me. He held out his hand to me, his tone condescending. "Hand over all the client files you have, as well as that multi-billion-dollar project you're currently working on. "These are company secrets. If you take them with you, it's illegal." I replied coldly, "All the files are on my computer. As for that collaborative project..." I looked down at the shredded documents on the floor and pointed at Flora. "She just tore it all to pieces." Hearing this, Flora immediately averted her eyes and leaned coyly into Louis's embrace, pouting.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Even they still couldn't help but be moved! If they were to turn a blind eye now and give up just like that, they would definitely feel extremely pained and regret it! Thus, with the intention of not wasting the treasures, they began to collect them one after another. However, in a place where no one else could see, strange scenes soon happened... Just like everyone's impression of the Kingdom of Oblivion, these cultivators fell into a strange state one by one, and even died directly. "This, this, this..."

All that hate is a powerful thing. My clothes were ripped, and though rumors say Oblivion is nothing but fire and brimstone, there was no heat in this cave of a dungeon. I was sweating but freezing all at once, so the rumors were wrong. King Lou, the lord of Oblivion, caught me. I foolishly chased a demon down his hole when he tried to kill the Other I was protecting. Landing in the Kings lap, I knew I had made a foolish mistake.

But I kept going. “I’m Elijah." "I haven’t been here in months." "The crowd is wild tonight so back here feels better and more private too.” His dark unreadable eyes watched me keenly without changing expression. I kept talking. Not because I wanted to. But because I needed someone to listen. I talked about the music and the overpriced liquor in this monopolized gay bar. I told him about the guy who had spilled beer on his clothes earlier at the door. I spoke about my school work and how I was helplessly drowning in it.