The Immortal, Volume 3
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 93
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 93 - The final fifteen chapters of Jim’s saga. Hints coalesce, uncovering the new foe. An uneasy alliance is formed, the gods laugh, danger sharpens, and steep costs demand payment. With Mandy and the others, his relationships reach new heights, ones touched by long-forgotten magic.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual CrossDressing Fiction Paranormal Magic Vampires Were animal BDSM MaleDom Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex
The only sound from Charles was a quiet groan.
Astride my lap and on full display, with wondrous curves arched backward, Mandy stared at her husband. Her face was stone, and those silken, slippery spread pussy lips moved quicker while gliding along my entire length.
My hands stayed on her waist.
Whatever her plan, we were now partners. If the suddenly smaller, lesser man tried anything stupid, I’d ... halt said stupidity. Her motions accelerated. The ring on her collar clinked, and those shiny letters flashed. Her gaze zipped to me for only an instant before returning to her husband.
“Mmm, that’s it, handsome master. Ungh, fuck your naughty little slut!” She full-on moaned at him, while sinking to engulf all of me. “Oh, yessss, my tight pussy adores this huge cock.”
Still no words came from our audience. He only slumped against the kitchen counter - not near any knives. His eyes grew wider as a loud slurp accompanied his beyond-wet wife’s slow upward twist.
A second later, with silky tightness clenching the uppermost part of my rod, she stared at me, then through me. Every muscle in her petite form rippled.
“I love you!” was followed by a shriek as her body shuddered.
After that, she became the banshee I knew so well, flying up and down, sending more cries to either my grin or the distant shadow. Both spike-tipped cones jiggled ever quicker. Sweat sparkled across perfection. While the frenetic ride continued, luscious, slippery, heated insides caressed, massaged, milked.
“Oh, Jesus! You fuck so good!” she cried. “Yes! Rail me, baby! Mmm, this is what I want! This is what I need! This is what’s been missing! Mm-hmm, God ... I’m gonna—”
In mid-stroke, she froze. All those compact curves quivered, and gorgeous eyes lost focus. Though I was braced for a scream when crimson lips peeled wide, no sound left them, but, wow, did that magical pussy come alive. A sluice of warmth slithered onto my root to soak my slacks.
Only then did my shocked body react. The tensing, the pulsing, the internal cries for relief from aching balls. With a growl, I shoved her downward.
Those beautiful blue pools bloomed, becoming oceans to swallow my soul. Her hands unclamped from my thighs, and both arms flew to encircle my shoulders. A second later, waxiness found my mouth. Her tongue plunged deep right as my cock spasmed. The hungriest mewling moans left the shaking beauty in sync with each nut-emptying, pressure-relieving pulse.
Charles? Still not a word from him, but beyond his wife’s swirling black mane, white-rimmed eyes flared. With both hands loose at his sides, he was also quivering.
At last, my dick ceased, and her lips peeled from me. The shaky tongue traced my mouth as those blue oceans grew even deeper.
“Um, I told Charles about us,” she whispered. “He’s been ... affected.”
My ribs clenched. “Well, yeah—”
“No. By you.”
“Huh?”
The sudden departure of her gaze left me suddenly cold and lonely. While twisting to give her husband a better view of sweat-slick curves, she flashed that familiar impish grin at him.
“His massive cock’s still hard, dear,” she said to him. “So very hard ... and deep. Mmm, so deep. Much deeper than you.” The grin swiveled to me. “Gonna fuck your naughty little slut, again, master, my love?”
Talk about a mind-blowing event. My brain struggled to sort through what she’d just revealed. A sudden clenching along my shaft sharpened ... everything.
“Yeah,” I growled.
“Good.” She turned to her husband. “You should change. Show him.”
Nope, still no words from the distant shadow. Instead, he only gave her a slow nod before scanning me and disappearing toward their bedroom. Once he’d gone, Mandy pressed into me. Sharp teeth landed a playful nip on my chin.
A silence stretched as twin azure lasers again scoured my soul. My hands roamed warm, silken skin. With a happy dick snug in slow-massaging heaven, I sure wasn’t gonna complain or move.
At last, she sighed and glanced after her husband.
“He had an affair.”
“What?”
“It’s complicated. I should let him tell you that part. Just ... Don’t laugh, okay. He’s been ... We’ve always had our challenges, but he’s good with Susan and ... Well, it’ll be your choice.”
“My choice?”
“Yes, darling. And, no matter what, I’m still going to love you.” She hugged me tighter, and her tongue traced my lips. “You’ll always be my first, master. Lucy, Denise, Cinder, that Lisandra, if she’s as hot as you say ... Is she into women?”
“Yeah, if I tell her to be.”
“Wow. See, that right there—”
Her voice ended when a figure approached from the gloom beyond the candlelight. The world flipped, then stumbled sideways as details resolved.
“Who’s she?” I murmured.
Yep, call me ultra-confused. A slender frame had appeared in only wispy pink lace, and not much of it, plus a frilly garter holding white stockings atop snowy pumps. Long, light brown hair with lighter highlights and bangs hung straight, framing a face on the verge of recognition.
The world flipped again.
“Charles?” I whispered.
“Don’t laugh at him, baby.”
Amid the most profound silence, other than the thunder in my chest, her husband walked closer. Despite the high heels, his steps weren’t shaky. When he halted before us, Mandy relaxed her grip and sat straight in my lap while gazing up at him.
At her spread pinkness swaddling my thick root, he gasped. A silence stretched until broken by his quiet gulp. She reached out to run crimson nails across his pale belly. His only response, a tiny whimper.
“Tell him,” she said to her husband. “Everything.”
Words, tremulous and soft, left lips painted with a matching shade of pink. Complimented his complexion. For that matter, the rest of his makeup was done well, highlighting features and showing practice.
Yes, his voice was entering my skull, but my mind continued absorbing every detail. Pleasant perfume, not the same fragrance as his wife’s, but elegant and expensive. The lace, tight over an enhanced chest and containing hardness between snow-wrapped thighs, also not cheap. Likewise, the shoes were high-end.
From his mouth, the tumble ended. Phrases sorted into piles within my brain, and the most important ones floated to the surface.
“Since first meeting me?” I asked.
“Yes, Jim.”
All those weird vibes and halting gestures. The words that’d never left his lips, though his eyes had sent the strangest sparkles. Every fractured iota fused into a picture that now stood trembling before me.
“So, you found this woman online?”
“Yes, Jim.”
“Because of me?”
“Um”—his gaze flicked between me and Mandy—”mostly, yes.”
“And this is who you wish to be?”
“Yes, Jim.”
“With me?”
“Yes, Jim.”
“And your wife?”
“Yes, Jim, if she—”
“I do,” Mandy whispered. “If you don’t mind, master.”
“Wow.”
Part of me wanted to stare upward and fling an endless stream of curses at the gods. What in the nine hells kind of game were they playing? Yet, that reignited core had me looking closer.
“This is who I am,” I muttered.
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, nodding. “You’d mentioned about, uh, guys, so I thought—”
A chuckle started to escape, but her earlier guidance killed it. Instead, I gave him a slow scan. “This is a little different.”
“Y-yes, um, Jim,” he mumbled.
Along with a resounding slurp, his wife’s desperate moan filled the dimness as I stood, lifting her from me. Legs wide and shaking, she made no attempt to slide the panties back into place and leaned backward against the table edge as I stepped toward her husband.
With my length, slick with juices, smearing his belly and the reek of sex filling the air, he whimpered into my stoic gaze. Every lean muscle quivered when my finger swept under his chin. A tug upward elevated his face; the man’s eyes widened.
“Hmm, bit old to be a catamite,” I muttered, letting the chuckle escape at last. “Then again, I am much older.”
“What is a—”
“Shh.”
Pink waxiness snapped shut.
In truth, none had ever dressed as a girl, yet...
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