‘You want that, don’t you darling?’ said Jesse. ‘You just want to fuck, don’t you?’ His shaft was hard inside me and I just wished he would fuck me, hard and fast and rough again, so hard that I saw stars. So rough that every thought, every scary prognosis that backed up my own fears about the toy, fled from my brain to be replaced only by sheer, mindless desire. ‘Yes,’ I moaned.
Read Chapter 1 here.
‘Serafina’s Gift’ is an erotic novel with supernatural elements. When Serafina receives a sextoy in the post from an unknown sender, she doesn’t stop to think before using it. Soon, she can’t stop using it and she craves sex all the time. She can’t let herself think about it but soon, she knows she will let anyone fuck her, anywhere, at any time. ‘Serafina’s Gift’ will be published in late June 2023.
Serafina’s Gift: Chapter 17
‘You want that, don’t you darling?’ said Jesse. ‘You just want to fuck, don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I moaned, rocking my hips in his hands suggestively to encourage him to start grinding into me again.
Jesse just laughed, gripping my hips with fingers that felt like steel. ‘Such a horny slut. You know every time you get fucked, the creature just gets stronger… Don’t you? Don’t bother answering. I know you know that, and I know you’re not going to stop.’
He pulled slightly out of me, then shoved himself all the way back into me viciously. I gasped with need, my whole body seeming to pulse around him.
‘You want this too badly, don’t you?’ Jesse smirked, fucking himself into me again in a deep jab to my insides.
‘Yes,’ I moaned. ‘Oh gods, yes. Please don’t stop.’
‘I’m not going to,’ Jesse said, his voice rough. ‘I’m going to use you hard, doll. See if I can make you scream louder than you did last time.’
He started battering himself into me again and I did indeed start screaming again. His shaft was so long and hard that each time he drove it into me, I couldn’t help but scream with intense pleasure-pain. My senses were swimming and I stumbled in the high heeled shoes. Without breaking his rhythm, Jesse grabbed me fiercely by my tight dress bunched up around my waist and hoisted my unfortunate feet right off the ground.
Suspended, held up only by my tired arms on the bookcase and Jesse’s hold on my hips, I was fully in his power. He rammed himself into me a few more times, before wrenching me bodily away from the book cases and half-carrying me across to the lounges.
He pushed me roughly, carelessly over the high back of a lounge, and I was suspended in a different way. The back of the lounge was higher than my hips so my feet came fully off the ground and the front half of my body and my face collapsed forward onto the lounge.
Grunting with pleasure, Jesse continued to pound into me. He seemed to have more stamina this time, maybe because he had already cum once this evening. My senses reeled and I lost my sense of time. My world shrank to the cold feeling of the fake leather lounge covers against my bare breasts and the feeling of constant penetration between my legs.
Bent forward like this, I felt as though Jesse had reduced me to just my cunt, just a wet willing hole between my legs, and I hated how much I loved it. He came eventually again, grunting in deep pleasure as he held himself deeply inside me for a long moment.
‘She’s a good bitch,’ he said, his voice breaking and rough. ‘You’ll like her cunt, Marcus. I warmed it up for you.’
He laughed beneath his breath again, roughly, crudely.
‘Get her up on her feet,’ said the woman.
Between them, Jesse and Marcus pulled me to my feet. I felt so exposed and filthy. My dress was bunched up around my waist, my boobs, butt and mound were fully exposed in the air, completely visible to anyone who entered the lounge.
Jesse grabbed me by my hair, holding me back against him as he had done what felt like an age ago when we were dancing together. I trembled uncertainly on my legs, feeling thankful that he was holding me up as my legs and feet shook uncontrollably. I was terrified that his cum might start sliding out of me, down my thighs, and I blushed, trying to keep my legs together.
The lady – she was tall, with dark hair, a piercing gaze and an intelligent mouth – stepped forward to caress my breasts.
‘So lovely,’ she murmured. ‘So delightful. Do you know, I think you’re almost ready? how incredible we were here at just the right time.’
‘Ready for what? What do you mean, the ‘right time’?’ I gasped, my voice coming out squeaky. My throat felt stiff and my lips felt numb.
‘For this,’ she said, smiling happily, placing both warm hands on my breasts. I felt a tingling start against my skin, then I felt something pulsing warm deep within each globe. Then a hot flush ran through both breasts like a flood. I moaned in trepidation, wondering what was happening. Then I yelped in actual fear as I saw my breasts swelling, growing, stretching in front of my eyes.
‘Yes,’ murmured the woman, still smiling as she rang her fingertips softly back and forth across the skin of my breasts. As she did, my breasts kept growing, swelling, stretching. It was slow enough that it almost looked natural, the steady increase in size in response to hormones, sped up over a couple of minutes.
‘Yes,’ the lady repeated. ‘You were ready. Look at that.’
She took hold of one of my whole breasts in her hand, squeezing hard in a milking motion down towards the nipple. I screamed with actual horror as a stream of white liquid flooded hot and wet from my nipple. Inside each breast, I felt so stretched and full. I felt as though I was flooded with heat, and I didn’t understand why each large globe didn’t burst with the extra size.
‘The creature is getting you ready to breed,’ the lady murmured delightedly, ‘and you’re so very receptive. Just think how many babies it is going to be able to grow inside you? When you’re ready of course.’
I felt my face blanche white in horror at her words, and then I dismissed it. She was just some scary woman with a scary imagination. Nothing she said was true. It couldn’t be.
I ignored the fact that my breasts were now at least half as large as they had been five minutes ago, tender and aching, and both of the nipples hard and eager. As I watched, both nipples started to drip milk without anyone even touching them.
Clearly this was just some hormonal response to all the sex I had been having recently. If I stopped having sex, it would stop and my breasts would reduce back to their regular size. I was sure there was an obvious medical explanation. There had to be.
‘You’re so full,’ said the woman, sounding pleased.
She ran a finger through the milk dripping down my skin and lifting it to her lips. I watched horrified, trying to convince my brain that this wasn’t happening.
‘Delicious,’ she said, giggling to herself. ‘I’ll get one of my husbands to milk you then I’ll drink your milk on my cereal tomorrow. Hotel milk is always so tacky.’
I flushed in embarrassment. If I hadn’t felt so needy between my legs, I wanted to think I would walk away. But I knew I wasn’t going to.
‘But first,’ she chuckled, meeting my eyes with her eyes so dark brown as to be almost black. ‘First, I’ll get Marcus to torture you. I do so enjoy a slut in pain. Crying because her breasts are too full and are hurting her. And you, my dear,’ she flicked the backs of her fingers across my cheek, one of her fingers still wet with the milk that was still dripping from my breasts.
‘You are perfect in every way. I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg. And later,’ she said, a delighted smile on her face, ‘later, I’ll make you scream.’
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