The Devil, the Witch, and the Walking Dead
Chapter 2: The Devil
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Devil - Lonely on Halloween, Linda's night is upended by three supernatural strangers. A magical candy awakens her body, unlocking a desperate, sexual lust. The Devil, the Witch, and the Walking Dead have a pact to offer, promising to claim her, possess her, and use her in ways her ex never could. By midnight, she will be reborn... or consumed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Ghost Demons Group Sex Anal Sex Oral Sex
Linda’s heart hammered. She smoothed her skirt, her panties still twisted, damply, to one side. 9:45 PM.
The knock came again. Three sharp raps.
She checked the peephole. The devil. Alone. His red horns caught the glow, and he was smirking, as if he knew exactly what she’d just been doing.
She cracked the door, chain latched. “You again?”
He chuckled, a low vibration that resonated in her chest. “I’m just getting started. Mind if I come in?” His voice wrapped around her, smoke and spiced rum, coaxing her.
“Deals?” she whispered, the word sending a prickle up her spine. This was how you ended up on the news. But the heat between her legs, rekindled and aching, urged her forward.
“Fine. But no funny business.”
She unlatched the chain. He entered, closing the door softly. The click of the lock was conclusive. Final. A shiver of fear—and something else—ran down her back.
“I’m Lucius,” he said. “And I can smell the loneliness on you, Linda. Like autumn leaves burning.”
“How do you...” She backed away, gesturing to the wine. Her voice wavered as another tingling pulse made her thighs clench.
Lucius’s gaze dropped to the table. He picked up a red candy. “The first key stirs. The second claims. Eat it,” he held it to her lips, “and see.”
The rational part of her screamed. But Mark had never made her feel this alive. She parted her lips, her tongue—boldly, shamefully—darting out to take the lozenge from his fingers.
Liquid fire. It flooded her, pooling low in her belly. Her pussy clenched hard. The mild throb became an insistent, pounding hum. “Oh god,” she gasped, staggering back onto the couch.
Lucius watched, eyes darkening. “That’s it,” he murmured, shrugging off his shirt. He knelt before her, hands on her knees, parting them gently. He paused, golden eyes searching hers. “Say yes, Linda. Let the devil stoke your fire.”
She couldn’t speak. She just nodded, breath ragged. “Yes.”
“Permission given.”
He slid her dress up. Her boring, soaked panties were sheer, revealing the dark hair and swollen folds beneath. He hooked a finger under the waistband.
Linda tensed, but he didn’t pull. Instead, the fabric tingled. A static charge. Then, impossibly, it dissolved. Not in a puff of smoke. It unraveled, thread by thread, turning to mist and dust against her skin, leaving her utterly, shockingly bare.
She gasped. “That ... that’s...”
The cool air hit her slick, exposed flesh. The hypersensitivity was agony.
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