The nuns of St. Guinevere have done it. In this sequel to "The Nun's Seduction," the angel Belial has been summoned, brought to earth to satisfy their every lusty desire. But some of the sisters are getting cold feet. Do they have the strength to withstand his sexual power? Or will they take part in "The Nun's Corruption?"
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This is right.
The entire day seemed to coalesce, suddenly, snapping into focus as instantly as if she had been suffering from vision problems and had been handed a set of glasses. She knew, in that moment, that she never wanted to be parted from Belial, or from Abigail or Consuela. Her heart expanded, breaking the shackles of her self-imposed solitude.
The angel beneath her nodded, as if he could read her mind. “Now?”
She tried to shift, to take his jutting manhood inside her body, but found her effort stymied as Belial’s hands closed around her narrow hips.
Her mouth hung open with disbelief as she found herself lifted effortlessly off the ground, hanging in midair. Her toes reached down, seeking the solidity of the earth, but found only the warm summer breeze. “What?”
“Spread your legs for me, lovely Merry.” Belial smiled up at her, and she felt herself smiling in response. “I haven’t done this in a very long time.”
She shook her head. “You’re insane.” But she did as he bid, spreading her legs wide, as if she were some sort of erotic gymnast.
Slowly, how slowly he lowered her, aiming her seething center at the head of his phallus. As it approached her, she bit her lip, knowing that this step, one taken, was irrevocable.
Belial seemed to sense her hesitation, for his eyes locked with hers. “It’s not too late. You can always say no. I’ll stop. I’ll always stop, if you ask.”
She shook her head. “No. I want this.” I wouldn’t stop now for anything.
“Brave Meredith.” Slowly, with infinite gentleness, he lowered her, his angelic phallus piercing her, filling her with holy rapture.
Join Alexys in the seventh chapter of the ongoing Blue Futanari series.
Phaedra Laskaris doesn't want a man. But since the strange statue crossed her path, her will has not been her own. Her eyes are straying to her young tenant, Nick. And one amazing night she gains a new body, a new purpose, and Nick becomes Aphrodite's Lover!
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She barely remembered the drive home. By the time she arrived back at her apartment, her slacks were unzipped and gaping wide. At every stoplight her hands had dipped helplessly below the waistband.
She stumbled up the stairs to the apartment she shared with Nikki, empty to everything but the insatiable need inside her. Her fingers fumbled as she tried to slot the key into the lock, and once inside, she left her clothes behind her as she made a beeline for the bedroom. By the time she pushed open the door to her bedroom, her slacks were down to her knees, and she half-hopped, half-hobbled to the bed, where the shoved them down and off her legs with quick jerks of her arms.
She laid back with a groan, her eyes closed. This was less a desire than a need, a panting need to climax.
Goddess...Goddess, please. I need...I need...
~I can grant you what you wish,~ a voice seemed to murmur in her ears. ~But there will be a price. There always is. Great gifts demand great sacrifices.~
“Anything,” she panted. “Please!”
~So be it.~
It started at the same time as her climax, that too-seldom-experienced feeling of joyous release. As the muscles of her belly and womb tensed and relaxed, as her mind spiraled upward in bliss, the pounding heartbeat in her ears and the thrusting rhythm of her fingers began to merge.
And her body changed.
She first noticed it in her breasts. Looking down over her chest to the slightly rounded expanse of her belly, she gasped. Her breasts were growing. The skin over her chest seemed to tighten, then expand, her flat, saggy bags blossoming with every breath. As she watched, disbelieving, the new flesh spilled up and over her clutching hands. They grew in a pulsing rhythm, each heartbeat increasing her bust-size. She filled her hands with them, as if she could stop the growth, somehow force her body back into its flat-chested rut. But the feel of her hot fingers made her tilt her head back and moan in wanton pleasure.
And that was not the only change. Her entire body was slowly transforming before her very eyes. Her skin grew richer, smoother, darker, losing its sallow hue. It almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. The low rise of her belly sank, her navel becoming a wonderful dimple in a smooth plane of taut skin. While her waist drew in, her hips grew slightly, the jutting bones of her pelvis now clothed with sleek flesh, wonderfully curved. Her thighs were more attractive as well, no longer skinny, but subtly different, drawing the eye.
Pain spiked in her left side, and her head spun as she gasped in agony. Then her eyes filled with sudden tears. Her scars, her burn marks, the physical residue of a fear-filled night thirty years in the past, were disappearing. Ropy, knotted masses of skin were transformed into unmarred flesh, smooth and sensitive as a child's. Even as she watched, the last traces of her burns faded away.
And then it stopped. She lay for a moment on her bed, gasping in confusion and sudden, heart-stopping wonder.
A voice spoke in her mind, pure and clear and filled with vast amusement. ~Well, my handmaiden? Do you approve of my work?~Phaedra Laskaris fainted dead away.
In this collection from best selling erotica author Mary Ann James, you’ll find some of the best hardcore erotica stories available.
Warning: This ebook contains very explicit sexual content. Only mature adults should read this collection.
1. Gangbanged at the Strip Club (A Double Penetration Short)
2. Three Horny Women and One Gay Man (A Rough Erotica Short)
3. Performance Art (A Sex in Public Erotica Story)
4. Candice and the Ghost (A Paranormal Erotica Short)
5. Cheering up Matt (An FFM Threesome Erotica Story)
***These tales are graphic in nature and are meant for adults only. All characters depicted are nineteen or older*** Enjoy
“Discipline, Miss Brewer. Obedience. Submission. These are the keys to your reformation. Until you learn this and accept it your punishments will continue.”
Constance Brewer is facing nine years in Newgate Prison for theft with no hope for early release. Her future appears bleak, but then she is taken to see a visitor—Professor George E. Feversham, the founder of Feversham’s Academy of Young Women’s Correctional Education. His offer astounds her. If she completes his rehabilitation regimen she will be released and her criminal record expunged; the only requirement is that she obey him without question. She eagerly accepts his terms, but she has no intention of being rehabilitated. Escape from a man as naive as the Professor should be easy, and once free she can disappear into the London slums. But when she is captured only seconds after breaking out of her room Constance soon discovers why it is called correctional education. Will Constance submit to the Professor’s discipline, or will she return to Newgate Prison until she is an old maid?
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