The Immortal, Volume 3
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 92
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 92 - 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
As my fist rapped on the back door of Mandy’s home, a cluster of thoughts continued to collide in my skull. First among them: no, not giving the gods credit for her text inviting me to dinner. The chirp of the personal phone, always left on my desk, had greeted me within seconds of stepping into the house. Not a coincidence; she’d been watching for my return.
Beyond the pane, black-sheathed beauty stepped into view. My heart thundered, then thumped quicker when a smile appeared as she walked nearer. With the rhythmic clicks of glossy black pumps piercing the glass slider, a lump formed in my throat. Gods, how I’d missed those lean legs wrapped in dark silk stockings.
Hell, all of her had been missed.
Thick, wavy, sable tresses in a stylish pile atop her head. Sultry makeup, glistening red lips. Gold dangling from both ears. Tight around her neck ... yes, shiny leather. Those block letters glittered as she moved.
A simple wrap, the shimmering dress sported a plunging neckline. A pair of enticing jiggles declared no bra. Their spikey tips added to the magic of her smile. A short hem displayed most of the thighs I really needed to have spread before me. Yeah, that’s where my mind had wandered - no, flown.
“Hey baby,” she said, pulling open the door. A cloud of the wondrous perfume that screamed, “Her, my Mandy,” rushed into my nostrils. “It was unlocked. Told you to come right in.”
“Baby?” While walking past her grin, I tapped that perfect little butt with a quick swat.
“Oh, wow.” She chewed her lip and swirled her rear as her hand, now shaky, tugged the door shut behind me. “My pussy just flooded, um, master.”
“Naughty. And better.” I chuckled and gave the ring in her collar a gentle tug. Waxy lips parted. Her narrow chin quivered. “You look amazing, as always.”
“Mmm, what you do to me, handsome. So handsome.” Her nails roamed the front of my jacket. “I said casual.”
“This is casual. Not a suit. Besides”—I scanned her ensemble—”That’s not casual either.”
“Hmm, not planning on wearing it long.”
“Oh, really?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded and spun away, heading back to the kitchen. “But first I must feed you, and we’ve got to talk.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I muttered, enjoying the magical shifting of every petite curve while following.
“Are you staring at your naughty little slut’s ass, master?”
“Yeah.”
She giggled, and those slender hips swayed a little more.
Once in the kitchen, the petite imp moved to the stovetop. A tall metal pot was sending aromatic wisps of steam into the air. An inhale brought the most wonderful aromas.
“Stew?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm. Figure you’ll require a hearty meal.”
“Me?” I asked, my hand again drawn to the delightful curve of her behind.
With a whimper, she pressed into my palm and twisted to flash those beautiful blue lasers. A second later, the wooden spoon left her grip to thump against the pot’s inner side as she spun and popped onto her toes. Waxiness tapped my lips, and those lasers bored deep. Just as swiftly, she dropped away with a quiet giggle.
“Behave, my darling master.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, stepping from her to peek into the cavernous pot.
“Aww, grumpy.” She smiled at me, then nodded toward the dining room. “Pour the wine? Dinner’s almost done.”
The chandelier was off, leaving the table lit by a pair of white candles in tall silver holders. Only two place settings. They sat close, at the head of the glossy wooden table. Alright, dressed as she was, plus the playfulness, but...
“Um, should I ask about Charles?”
“No,” she replied, not looking up from the stew.
“Okay.”
What else could I say? We were back to a certain level of normalcy, which after the past couple of weeks, made my heart ... slow. If the aura out in the desert had been magical, this was approaching mystical. A comforting calmness arrived despite the petite beauty being so close.
“I love you,” she said, tossing me a grin while filling two bowls.
The grin was honest, so were the words, but the timing? Yeah, I’m no fool, but I answered with a smile and nodded.
“Love you, too.”
She walked into the dimness, carrying a tray, as I filled the second glass. The flickering candles gave her face such a wondrous glow. Those blue jewels twinkled as she set the bowls down beside each other.
Words wouldn’t come to me as I sat, tugging on her wrist, pulling black-clad warmth across my lap. Likewise, she was silent, though glossy lips, on the verge of speaking, kept opening and closing.
Together, we lifted our glasses.
“To beauty,” left me as the world around her faded into nothingness.
“Oh, God, I’ve missed this so much, my darling, gorgeous master,” she whispered before taking a sip.
“You?” I launched a wry chuckle. “Having you near again—”
“We should eat.”
A familiar flicker in her eyes said, “wait,” and I nodded. After trading her wineglass for a spoon, she lifted the laden utensil toward me. Her soft breaths cooled the deliciousness, sending wisps of aromatic steam into my smile. Meat cooked to perfection, tasty potatoes, and wondrous veggies flooded my tastebuds and had me smacking my lips.
“Wow,” I murmured as warmth filled my belly.
“Cook as well as I fuck, master?”
“Yeah.”
“Slut?” Her eyebrow arched as she raised another spoonful.
“Yeah ... slut.” I chuckled while returning the favor, moving a spoon toward those waxy crimson perfect lips.
In the candles’ flickering glow, spoons rose, but no other words left us. Yet, her eyes and my gaze proclaimed so much. Was my cock hard as steel beneath her butt? Yes. Did she wiggle said derriere? Of course the grinning minx did. When delicate fingers slid my other hand into the dress to find a warm, steel-tipped cone, the cutest whimpers escaped those perfect lips.
Thus, back to what should be. The horror and darkness and doom lay somewhere so very far away from the warmth, softness, and fragrances of my Mandy, keeping me enthralled.
Though the bowls emptied, we remained in place, drinking the excellent vintage. With a soft sigh, she leaned against me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Inside the dress, my hand slid further to play with the other perky breast, but my motions were gentle. The adorable whimpers mixed with quiet sips were a tonic, imparting much-needed tranquility.
“This is harder than I thought,” she whispered at last. “You’re such a distraction.”
I chuckled. “Me?”
“I had everything planned out. What to say. What to ask. And it’s all just a jumble.”
“Well, pick something.”
“Okay. Um, I didn’t share with Susan about your, uh, past, but you should.”
“Why?”
“She and I had several long talks.”
“Oh, about what?”
“Jim, don’t be dim.” Her eyes flashed up at me as a crimson fingernail traced the collar’s shiny lettering.
“She’s a lot like you.”