Emily's Burning Desire
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Chapter 84
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 84 - In the sultry shadows of desire, innocent Emily lusts after her roommate's hunky boyfriend, igniting a wildfire of forbidden passion. One drunken night unleashes a torrent of ecstasy as she's ravished by his massive cock, but it's only the beginning.
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Over a year later, in that frontier town.
Emily tended a small plot by her farmhouse, kept a few chickens, and spent her days planting trees or foraging wild vegetables. She chopped wood, cooked over an open fire, even dabbled in brewing and baking, sharing bread and cakes with neighbors for their homemade goods. It was a quieter life than any pastoral reality show.
For the first few months, she avoided everyone, sending money home but cutting off the outside world. William arranged for a therapist to visit twice monthly, and slowly, Emily began healing from the trauma of being drugged and violated.
Her windowsill bloomed with green bean sprouts, swaying in the breeze with white curtains. Her cat leapt up, grooming elegantly, and the sight soothed her soul.
Eventually, she ventured online, catching up on news, buying clothes she liked, dressing herself up. She started filming her farm work, editing clips to post online.
At first, her videos went unnoticed, but a birdhouse-building clip unexpectedly gained traction, earning her a small following and some income. She teamed up with online friends to refine her content, posting across platforms, even showing her face. Fans dubbed her the “fairy of paradise.”
Their lighthearted praise and encouragement rebuilt her confidence bit by bit.
William’s assistant spotted her videos and told him. He connected her with his company, where their marketing team boosted her presence on bigger platforms.
Still, Emily feared becoming too visible, worried the men who’d raped her might recognize her. She just wanted a safe corner to earn a modest living.
As for sex, she hadn’t thought about it in over half a year.
Until William visited in person. They recorded a short video together, and it exploded online, fans gushing: The fairy met her prince.
William returned later, seeming out of sorts, likely escaping some city drama to unwind. He stayed with her for a while.
Their videos of farming and cooking together multiplied, brimming with charm. Fans cheered: The fairy’s married her prince!
Though his assistant and crew were often around, Emily’s time with William stirred old instincts. Loving beautiful men was in her nature.
After kicking her addiction, she’d been celibate too long. As a young woman with a naturally high sex drive, simple moments—like William leaning close to speak, his warm breath grazing her ear, or his rolled-up sleeves revealing a glimpse of forearm—sparked a familiar dampness between her thighs.
But William seemed oblivious, meeting her shy glances with calm, unruffled eyes, no hint of a blush. He was the epitome of gentle restraint, as if neither of them had a gender. Emily learned what true restraint looked like.
Sometimes, while he worked, she’d pause to watch, forgetting her tasks (or maybe just slacking off). A polished city guy, raised in the cutthroat entertainment world, he tackled farm chores with surprising patience.