The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 72
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 72 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
After following Erville upstairs, Cinder and I turned while he headed the other direction for their room. As she led me along the hallway, I cleared my throat.
“So, this was your plan?” I glanced over my shoulder at his disappearing back.
“Um.” She gestured to an open doorway and the darkness beyond. “I just wanted—”
“—me nearby?” I crossed into a small bedroom.
“Y-Yes, master,” she whispered while stepping into the dark.
“This looks good on you.” I ran a finger over the choker while easing the door closed. “He didn’t ask about it?”
“N-No,” she murmured, then groaned as I skimmed both palms along her flanks. “Oh, God, master. Please.”
Her groaning grew louder, and her arms raised when I lifted the dress. After I’d tossed it to the bed, even as her hair settled back into place, her eyes remained locked on me. With my hands on her ribs, she swayed in nothing but panties and those glossy heels, trying to push into me.
“Hmm, wanna fuck, huh, slave?” I chuckled.
“Um-hmm.” She nodded. “Sorry, master. I need—”
“—to wait.” I glanced in the direction of their bedroom. The sound of a shower running began.
“Y-Yes, mas—”
“Strip me, slave.” I held my arms out at my sides.
“Oh, G-God.” Eyes wide, she scanned me while trembling.
“Better hurry.” I again looked past her towards their room. “He won’t be long.”
Teeth buried in her lower lip, she walked to me. As she tugged the shirt free, her breathing sent heated puffs across my bare chest. She was silent other than whimpering as her shaky fingers dug at my belt and then eased my zipper apart. But when my trousers thumped to the carpet, releasing my achy mast to wobble in the gloom, a full-throated moan escaped her.
Dripping with intense need, that was the call of an addict. Of an enthralled soul. One that I’d gathered to my side. Rescued might not have been appropriate. But then her gleaming eyes raised to find me, and I couldn’t help but feel—better. No longer would she crave the beasts. No, instead she’d crave ... Insane to take such risks, maybe, but I wasn’t a monster.
When her hands skimmed my shaft, I shook my head. But she only tightened her grip, and as much as I wanted to stop her, I didn’t. She needed me. Also, despite being loath to admit it, right then, with the gods snickering far above, I needed her. No words passed between us as her body heat battered me and her supple fingers roamed my aching flesh. But at last, the sound of the shower made its way past the pulsing in my skull.
“Wait,” I again commanded while peeling her fists from me.
“Y-Yes, master.” While trembling, she gulped and turned for the exit.
“Here.” I tossed the dress to her.
“Thank you, master.”
Although I expected her to slip it back on, she flicked it over a shoulder. And after opening the door, she flashed me a hungry smile before disappearing. Okay, point made; I wasn’t the only one willing to take risks.
After a quick, icy shower, I slid into cool crisp sheets. Suddenly, realization again thudded into my pulsing skull. No, I wasn’t a monster. If I were, I’d have taken her earlier. Plus, I wouldn’t be gritting my teeth at the building ache in my groin. With Cinder nearby, there was only so much chilly water could do. What else was she planning? When would she come to me?
“My sexy slave,” I murmured, then chuckled, staring past the dark ceiling. “It’s been far too long, huh?”
With the gods silent, at some point, blackness took me. It had been a draining day, and despite the lingering pain deep in my groin, exhaustion from our little adventures overwhelmed me.
The answer to my second question—when she’d appear—arrived sooner than I’d expected. In a hazy semi-slumber, I caught snippets of muffled voices. They were followed by the thump of the front door closing. Once silence returned, I started to drift back to sleep. When the bedroom’s entrance creaked open, I kept quiet. Through slit eyelids, I watched an alluring physique easing into the darkness.
Of course, it was her. Shadowed by gleaming white-gold hair, her eyes twinkled, and the choker’s diamond sparkled as she crept closer. Add the elegant perfume and her flowery soap flooding my nostrils, and I was hardening. When I lifted the sheets, she gasped.
“Fuck me, slave.”
“Y-Yes, um, master.”
While gnawing at her shiny lips, she eased into the covers. The wondrous slide of her slick warm skin and body heat over me had me gulping. It’s one thing to give a command, but another one entirely to experience it being followed. When her fist found my root and she lifted to straddle me, I moved my hands to her waist.
“Slow. I have you all night, correct?”
“Yes, master.” As she nodded, her hair shimmered in the dimness.
“Good.” I let her rise further in my grip. When moist, slippery heat glided over my knob, the dark room wobbled. “I want to enjoy your sexy, gorgeous body, slave.” At her quiet chuckle, I arched an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“My husband.” Both of us gasped as she lowered to run my bulb through her sloppy folds. Rivulets of luxurious warmth slithered down my rod.
“Huh?” My fingers tightened, but she kept sweeping my cockhead through her slippery flesh.
“He always says that I know I’m gorgeous.” She chewed her lips as her other hand landed on my chest. “But when you say it, I believe it. Isn’t that strange, Jim?”
“We’re linked.” Although I started to shrug, instead, I grinned at her shadowy visage. “I want—”
“It wasn’t like this with her, master.” She gasped and tensed. “Oh, sorry, master. I shouldn’t have—”
With a chuckle, I lifted a hand to flick at her nipple. As she yelped and swayed, I slapped it back to her hip to hold her steady.
“There, consider yourself punished.” As her velvety lips spread around my tip, we both moaned.
“Oh, fuck, master.” She giggled. “See, that’s—”
“Fuck me, slave.”