The Immortal, Volume 3
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 88
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 88 - 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
“I’m so sorry, master.”
In my arms, Cinder continued to shake as I carried her upstairs. Platinum lay matted to her skull, and those emeralds were ringed with glossiness. She reeked of sweat, sex, and urine. Bubbles shimmered in the nostrils of a runny nose, and another sob gave those amazing boobs the most amazing wobble.
“For what?” I asked.
“I made such a mess!” burst from drool-spattered lips.
A laugh left me. “Yeah, you did, slave.”
“And ... Oh, master! Mmm, I came so hard and kept ... I know I shouldn’t have, but they wouldn’t stop.”
Again, I laughed and hugged the sweat-slick beauty tighter. Soft lips pressed against my shoulder. With a staggering sniffle, she snuggled into my embrace as I headed across the house.
“Got your cock, though, hmm?”
“Mmm-hmmmm. Thank you, master.”
“Came pretty hard that time, too, huh? Wasn’t sure—”
“Master! You fuck me so well. I dream of you ... fucking me.”
“Hmm, do you now?”
“Yes, master.”
As we entered my bedroom, she scanned the dimness and shuddered. Those blazing emeralds looked up at me, but my grip tightened.
“No. Gotta get you home. Your hubby’ll be asking all kinds of questions.”
A tiny giggle escaped her. “I like, um, working out with you ... master.”
With an answering laugh, I took her into the bathroom, then got the shower running. As soon as the spray struck hyper-sensitized sleek curves, a yelp echoed and her knees buckled. Even as she slumped, I was in the enclosure, taking her trembling form into my arms.
“Everything’s on fire ... inside and out,” she mumbled. “Wow, uh, master.”
“Gonna take a while for the sensitivity to mellow,” I whispered into her hair.
“O-okay, master.”
Softness pressed my skin, and her face rose, letting those twin green lasers scour my soul. Another second under that gaze and...
Nope, the poor woman was exhausted. Instead, I tugged her away and got those shaking curves washed with Mandy’s body soap. As my fingers worked a now-familiar shampoo into dangling platinum silk, the trembling beauty shivered. With one hand firm on her, I finished by rinsing that wonderful physique.
No words left either of us as quick but gentle glides of my fluffiest towel removed twinkling jewels from pale perfection. When I pulled out a hairdryer, her hands tried to rise, but shook too much and fell away. They clasped the counter, and she trembled as my careful motions dragged a brush through glistening tresses.
Nope, not a lover. Not at all.
Minutes or hours or days later, the lean power blonde wasn’t in the car, with me taking her home. No, she lay tucked into my sheets, staring up at me. So Mandy-like.
“Did well, slave,” I whispered.
“Th-thank you ... for everything, master.” She smacked her lips. “May I—”
Not sure how it happened, but our mouths met, ending her words. As her tongue swirled, mine plunged, and they played like school kids at recess while her moans met my groaning. Time wandered off until long platinum lashes fluttered.
When I rose from her, she wore the most amazing grin. My heartbeat refused to slow as I returned the smile before lurching away to stumble downstairs.
While both hands moved, cleaning the playroom, my brain whirled. Sure, a good chunk of me expected as much: the kiss, the care, the desire to keep her close, her not even protesting. No, we hadn’t said the words, but this path I knew well from my time with Mandy.
Plus ... A scowl rose to the heavens.
“Cherise? Seriously? What other surprises do you have for me?”
With no answer expected, I took my tired frame up to the main floor. The phone slid into my palm. My fingers tapped on the glass, sending a text. Less than a second later, a chirp sounded; the reply drew a smile across my face.
“Hmm, Mandy may have much to peruse, but still loves me,” I whispered before tossing the phone aside.
A quiet ascent and creep through the darkened bedroom let me sneak a quick shower. The exhausted blonde hadn’t moved, and that grin remained on a gorgeous visage. Yes, the drive to climb into the sheets with her was palpable, like the tugging of thick ropes.
However, no way would sleep come to me; my mind continued to whirl, chasing ghosts, gods, and stranger things along so many dusty pathways. Instead, after a quick dodge to the bar, this ancient fool’s shaky footsteps carried me, holding a large glass of mastika, to the hot tub.
With time off cavorting in the far distance, the heated jets pummeled me into a stupor. The booze, flavored with cypress, reminded me of my past and added to the warmth, chasing away the last tendrils of iciness.
Yseline’s words also echoed. When had I first been called to her?
“After the dark times, that’s for sure,” I murmured, fogging the glass rim.
Soft padding sounds, slow and tentative, brought my focus to ... not Yseline. Just as lovely, Cinder’s pale curves halted beside the tub, then lowered. As she settled on both knees, her head bowed, and shaking hands rose to clasp the back of her skull.
“Ready to leave?” I asked.
“M-Master, that was the most intense experience I’ve ever had, but...”
Not only her hands trembled; her entire body was shaking. With a sigh, I twisted to rest my arms on the rim and surveyed her.
“What’s the matter, slave?”
“I presumed.”
“Huh?”
“Before we left ... Um, I mentioned to Erville that I’d be working late. A call from an overseas buyer. Might last all night.”
Oh, a whole bunch of wires in my skull snapped to life. Duh, of course. That’s why she hadn’t protested while being snuggled into my bed. Again, so Mandy-like.
“Should I take you to the office, then, slave?”
She sucked hard on her lips but said nothing. The fingers clasping platinum silkiness gained white knuckles.
“You’re correct. Presumed much, slave,” I growled.
“Yes, master.”
“Get in here!”
Although trying to move with speed, cramped, exhausted muscles meant she was wobbly, and I reached up to guide her into the tub. With sleek curves sinking into the swirling jets, a wince was followed by her hissing. A shaky cry flew toward me as well-fucked, tortured petals disappeared into the froth. Nipples encircled by red teeth marks meeting the sudsy water drew sharp whimpers.
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