Models: Lena Paul & Demi Sutra
‘All things considered, I’d say that was a roaring success.’
Now that he had slumped onto the sofa, Liam’s muscles were just beginning to realise what he’d put them through during the hike and he suspected that by the morning he would wish he’d stayed at the manor. His neck twinged as he turned to Dominic. ‘And what makes you say that?’
‘Well, given the rate Aaron was ploughing through beer cans, the fact we managed to get through an entire day without him going headfirst over a cliff – either by accident or by force – is an absolute win.’
Liam laughed, then immediately regretted it as his abdominal muscles protested. ‘That’s mostly thanks to you. You’re the one who spent most of your day distracting him from hitting on the girls. I have no idea how you kept him talking for so long.’
‘It wasn’t all me,’ Dominic said. He was sat beside Liam, feet up on the wooden coffee table and rucksack dangling from the arm of the sofa beside him. ‘We’re a team, remember? I mean it was your idea to follow one of the tougher routes. Thanks to you he had to put so much effort into focusing on not tripping up he didn’t have enough left in him to come up with sleazy pick-up lines. Plus you kept Maria chatting too. Without that I’m pretty sure she’d have beaten him to death before the halfway point.’
‘You’re probably right there,’ Liam smiled.
It was dark outside but in the lounge the atmosphere was warm and homely, full of the comforting glow of lamps and the soft crackle of the fire. As much as Liam enjoyed spending time with the rest of his friends, this was where he felt most comfortable: just him and Dominic. Even before founding the group they’d been best friends and that hadn’t changed in the years since. At this point they were two sides of the same coin, capable of understanding one another on a level only true friends could.
Over the past ten years they had watched their ranks grow far beyond their expectations, and they both understood where their success stemmed from: teamwork. Maintaining peace between over thirty people, all with wildly different personalities, would have been too much for either one of them to handle alone, but by playing to their strengths they had consistently managed to make it look easy. Dominic had always been the most headstrong, while Liam was all about empathy and organisation, allowing them to play off one another to suit the situation. When a new event came along, Liam would plan while Dominic would be leader on the day; when arguments broke out, Dominic could calm things down before allowing Liam to step in and mediate; when advice was needed, Liam was able to connect with the quieter members of the group, while Dominic knew how to interact with the more jock and divas.
Since the beginning, they had been the soul of the group. And Liam wouldn’t have had it any other way.
‘Check it out, looks like someone was in a rush to leave.’
Liam had noticed the tea set when they arrived. It had a beautiful design, the white porcelain decorated with gold accents around the edges and a pattern of black ovals. Consisting of a teapot, a milk jug and two cups and saucers, it sat on a silver tray on the coffee table. Liam had assumed it was empty, but as he followed Dominic’s gaze he realised there was steam curling up from the teapot’s spout.
He shrugged. ‘They probably had a eureka moment about a costume and went off to write it down. Still, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste, right?’
‘My thoughts exactly,’ Dominic grinned.
Sitting up to pour himself a cup, Liam’s body begged him not to move so much. Yet after he took a sip the aching in his muscles slowly faded, replaced instead by a pleasant, soothing warmth.
Liam let out a contented sigh as he set the cup back down. ‘Ahhh, now that’s good st–’
He never finished his sentence. Because the moment he let go of the cup and swallowed the tea, Liam’s mind split open like a comet shattering on its descent to earth.
Crying out as his mind was flooded with a torrent of hedonistic visions, Liam staggered to his feet as erotic energy consumed his entire body. With one hand clutching his head, he used the other to brace himself against the fireplace, his breath coming in heaving gasps.
Liam could see everything. Ella, her maid uniform clinging to her sweat-slick body as she rode Mason with an expression of brainless ecstasy; Jasmine guiding Christiana’s lips along Jason’s shaft with a gentle hand, all as she whispered filthy words in his ear; Korra and Kate making out with cum-smeared lips while eagerly jerking one another off in anticipation of the next round of hedonism. In a mad rush of images he saw every transformation, every orgasm, every erotic cry for more, all the events of the day pouring through his mind even as the combined pleasure his friends had all experienced seared through his body until he was howling with it.
Yet the new presence in his mind was more than just images. It was an explanation. And all at once, Liam understood. The manor had done this to them. The whole place was a lair of lust, a haven of mischief and fantasies they had obliviously walked into without ever realising the deviant power lurking within its walls. The clothes and rooms, the décor and grounds – collectively they formed a web of temptations designed by the manor to corrupt anybody who stepped over the threshold. Ever since they had arrived the manor had been manipulating them – guiding a sorrowful loner to a magic mirror here, enticing a heartbroken beauty with some corruptive trunks there – and once they were tangled in its web it had moulded them into vessels of pleasure eager to act out their darkest desires.
And at the heart of it all, the tea set. The source of the manor’s power. He had been chosen to wield that power and now, as erotic magic filled his soul, Liam’s cries devolved into orgasmic moans.
Though he opened his mouth to beg for the manor’s corruptive gifts the euphoria of his transformation robbed his words before they ever made it to his tongue. All he could do was endure the mind-bending sensation of his body being rewritten and hope it didn’t send him mad.
Liam’s new tits came in a sudden burst of pleasure that threatened to make him black out. A long, guttural howl tore from his lungs as they inflated rapidly, stretching the material of his shirt to the limit while their impressive size was made all the more apparent as he leaned forward, prompting them to hang heavily from his chest. As if to balance out the new weight of his torso, his ass and thighs underwent similarly dramatic growth. Even as they swelled he could feel the hair in those areas regressing with a hot tingling sensation, which soon spread to the rest of his body.
Glancing up at his hand on the mantelpiece, Liam watched as his pale complexion tanned to a warm golden hue. The skin was flawlessly smooth, the fingers thinner and feminine, while his nails had already been painted with baby pink polish.
The next time he groaned it was a far sultrier sound than before. Struck by a fresh wave of pleasure he clamped his lips together hard, noticing when he did so how soft and full they felt. He could feel his face shifting, his features softening into the kind of beauty most women only dream of, and though he could not see any of the facial changes with his own eyes, somehow he knew what he looked like, as if he was watching it all from the point of view of the manor itself.
Abruptly his view was framed by curtains of orange hair. And as it fell across his shoulders the tickle of hair on flesh alerted Liam to the realisation that he was no longer in his own clothes. Where once there had been a sweaty t-shirt and cargo shorts, now there was a thin white vest top and a pretty pink skirt held up by straps that looped around his waist and over his shoulders. With all but one of the buttons of his top undone, Liam’s new cleavage was on full display and accentuated by the lacey crimson bra that peeked over the bust of his top. As for the skirt, it barely descended halfway down his thighs, opting instead to boast the sumptuously smooth curves of his legs.
The final note of the erotic crescendo came when the last remnant of Liam’s masculinity was abruptly replaced. His cock dwindled so fast he barely even felt it shrink, although the sudden sensation of the tight, wet slit that took its place felt like a brand seared into his soul. The arousal was stunning and for a second Liam found he couldn’t breathe as feminine lust infiltrated every extent of his consciousness. Too horny to hold himself upright, Liam dropped down onto the marble lip of the fireplace. The warmth of the fire played over his back, but it was nothing compared to the inferno of arousal burning inside him.
Unlike so many of his friends, however, Liam didn’t lose himself to the transformation. His mind remained intact even if his body was new – there were even subtle echoes of his old self in his appearance, from the brown birth mark on his right shoulder to the small tattoo on his left ring finger.
Breathless and reeling with a mix of shock and sinful urges, the new woman could only stare at the tea set. It took her several seconds to remember that she was not alone in the room.
And when she looked up she realised that she wasn’t the only one who had been chosen.
The woman who used to be Dominic shuddered with glee as she ran her hands through waves of dark, loosely curled hair. ‘Oh fuck, this feels good,’ she grinned. Eyes closed and head tilted towards the ceiling she allowed her hands to slide down, clearly savouring the feel of her new body.
She was stunning. Her long hair was several shades lighter at the ends and descended to the level of her ribs, some of which were exposed beneath a semi-sheer cropped jacket. Beneath the jacket her bra was visible, the material black as midnight, and though the fit of the jacket was loose the same could emphatically not be said for her trousers. Wet-look and figure-hugging, they proudly boasted the sensual curves of her new ass and thighs as glimpses of dark flesh peeked through slits criss-crossed by black cord. The sides of her panties arced up above the waist of her trousers, though based on how thin they were it was doubtful that the underwear did much to conceal her modesty.
The new woman held herself with a deliciously seductive confidence. Her full lips were warped by a deviant smirk as she explored her body – groping her tits, squeezing her ass, rubbing the crotch of her trousers with unsuppressed glee – and her beautiful features were edged with wicked lust, as if no matter what expression she wore there was always some sinful intent lurking just beneath the surface. Here was a woman who clearly knew both what she wanted and how to corrupt others into sharing those desires.
Unrecognisable as she was, like her transformed friend there were still echoes of the man she used to be. For one thing, the gemstone necklace Dominic always wore had been morphed into a black leather choker, and his own birthmark had also persisted – a darker patch of skin across her bare midriff.
The pale redhead was rising unsteadily to her feet when all at once the black beauty was behind her. ‘Can you feel that? All that power? All that pleasure? I think the manor just made us goddesses, Lena.’
‘Lena?’ The name was both foreign yet oddly familiar, like the first sight a friend she had not seen in years.
‘Well, I can’t keep calling you Liam, can I? Not when I’m ordering you to suck my tits or feast on my pussy or cum on my strap-on. No, Lena is a pretty name for a pretty slut, and that’s just what you are. As for me, I think I like the name Demi – so maybe you’ll want to remember that for when you’re begging me to let you cum.’
Demi had hold of Lena’s upper arms. Her grip was firm, her fingertips pressing hard into the soft flesh, but she loosened her grasp slightly when she noticed Lena’s fast, shallow breathing. ‘You okay, hot stuff?’
For several seconds, Lena’s mouth hinged open and closed uselessly. The rush of transformation had been one thing, but having Demi pressed up so close had bought fresh arousal surging to the surface, while her filthy words had unlocked something primal within her. Slutty hunger electrified her skin and suddenly even with their bodies rubbing against one another Demi felt much too far away.
‘Suck your tits?’ Lena breathed. ‘Feast on your pussy? I… I…’
Though Lena couldn’t see Demi’s face, her wicked smile was audible and it made Lena’s pussy quiver. ‘You want it, don’t you? You want to gorge on my body until you’re drooling with lust. You’re so hungry for me. Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’ll let you be my greedy little slut. But first you’re going to have to look the part. Which means you won’t be needing this anymore.’
Given that she had been hanging on Demi’s every word, Lena had failed to notice her fiddling with the clasp of her bra. Now she gasped as Demi reached around and seized the cups before abruptly ripping the lingerie away. The force of the motion pulled Lena’s tits clean out of her low-buttoned top, and as the warmth of the fire flushed over her bare skin she had to clamp her legs together to stop herself squirming.
‘There, isn’t that better? Now I can grope your fat tits whenever I feel like it. Or at least I will be able to once we get that top off you.’
Lena barely had time to process Demi’s words before she had tugged down the pink straps holding up her skirt and whipped away her white top as well, leaving her rack totally exposed. The dominance in Demi’s every movement was making her weak at the knees and already her breasts ached to be squeezed.
‘Now you look the part,’ Demi purred. ‘Unfortunately I don’t. Do you think you could help me with that?’
Spinning around, Lena pulled Demi into a passionate kiss. Demi’s hand came up to clamp over Lena’s breasts and then the redhead was pushing her back, tearing off her mesh jacket as they went. Almost in the same moment that Lena tossed the jacket away they collapsed to the sofa, their lips still locked and their moans swirling together inside their mouths.
When she pulled away Lena dropped to kneel between the black woman’s legs, the sweet taste of Demi on her tongue as she fiddled with her shiny trousers. As she did so she noticed absently that even Dominic’s rucksack had been warped by the manor: in its place there was now a sleek black handbag hooked on the sofa’s arm.
A second later Demi’s trousers were undone and everything else faded into insignificance. To Lena’s delight, when she peeled them down she also unintentionally removed Demi’s underwear too, revealing the wet folds of her tight pussy.
Lena didn’t even realise what she was doing before her face was buried in Demi’s glistening sex. She lapped hungrily at her friend’s folds, the roll of her head and rhythm of her flexing tongue guided by a raw, primal hunger. Within moments her lips and chin were slick with Demi’s pussy nectar, the intoxicating taste sending shivers through Lena’s soft figure.
Demi’s initial cry of surprise quickly melted into a deviant chuckle as she coiled her fingers in Lena’s glossy hair. ‘Mmmh, that’s it gorgeous, don’t hold back. Feed on my sweet cunt like the slutty little pussy-addict you are.’ She laughed again as Lena obliged without question. ‘Aw, you’re so cute when you’re desperate for your pussy fix. I think I like you this way, babe – brainless and insatiable. After all, when you’re just my dumb pussy-licker, that means I get to do this.’
With a fiendish laugh, Demi’s grip turned to iron and she pulled Lena’s face hard into her crotch. At the same time she began to roll her hips, grinding shamelessly and smearing even more of her juices over Lena’s pretty features. With her eyes rolled up to the whites and arousal reducing her to a limp puppet, all Lena could do was submit as her lover used her face without remorse.
In a state of euphoric bliss, Lena found her mind drifting.
At first, she had felt as though she was in a dream – the kind of strange, erotic dream usually produced after a night of heavy drinking. But the longer she spent indulging the desires of her new body, the more she realised she had been wrong. This wasn’t like dreaming at all. It was like waking up.
Her transformation had taken facets of her old life she hadn’t even known existed and mutated them into something altogether more corruptive so that now the close platonic friendship they had once shared was a thing of lust and depravity and uninhibited addiction. Respect had turned to hunger; affection to desire; and even as Demi continued to use Lena for her own pleasure, the redhead knew that her newfound urge to submit was rooted in the same dynamic they had shared for years.
And Demi knew it too.
At some point Demi had removed her bra, so when she eagerly dragged Lena up onto the sofa she was stark naked save for the leather collar. Her stunning curves concealed surprising strength, enough that she was able to haul Lena up with ease and drop her onto her back amongst the fluffy cushions, after which Demi pressed her hot body against her lover with a fiendish gleam in her eye.
Disoriented by the sudden shift in position and struck dumb by the lingering buzz of worshipping Demi’s cunt, Lena could only whimper as her lace panties were peeled off to expose her quivering sex. Lena was dripping wet, pleasure throbbing through her hips like a powerful drumbeat while her swollen clit twinkled like an erotic diamond.
Lena’s entire body ached for Demi’s touch. And yet the moment the black woman pressed her thighs against Lena’s sex, she felt her world shatter as an orgasmic howl rushed up from her lungs.
The busty redhead almost came on the spot when Demi trapped that howl inside by using Lena’s own panties as a forceful gag. The material trapped between her teeth, she found her head pinned to the sofa, the subtle sinews in Demi’s upper arms shifting beneath the skin as she held her in place.
Unable to cry out as Demi began to rub her leg up and down, Lena’s was immediately compelled to reach out to grope her lover – anything to release some of the arousal burning through her insides. But no sooner had the thought occurred to her than a pair of leather cuffs materialised around her wrists.
Demi chuckled as Lena struggled against her restraints. ‘I wouldn’t waste your energy, beautiful. As long as you’re wearing those cuffs, you won’t be able to lift so much as a finger unless I allow it.’
Leaning in closer, Demi lowered her voice to a sensual whisper. ‘Have you figured it out yet? Why the manor did this to us? It’s because this is us. It always has been – we’re two sides of the same coin, babe. You’re quiet and calm, I’m firm and commanding; you keep people happy, I take charge. We complete each other. Think about it, Lena: all these years we haven’t just been friends, we’ve been two halves of the same person. We couldn’t function without one another then, and we still can’t now. So instead of separate us, the manor made sure we’d never let one another go by making you into my needy little sub, and me into your perfect Domme. It gave us both this power. Do you see now? We’re who we were always meant to be. And I think it’s time I showed you the perks of being my good girl.’
Throwing aside Lena’s gag, Demi was suddenly sucking her tits. Alternating urgently between breasts, her agile tongue swirled around Lena’s nipples all while she groped her aggressively, her dark fingers sinking into her sub’s soft golden flesh. Within a matter of seconds both Lena’s nipples twinkled with saliva and her skin was peppered with lipstick marks, more being added all the time as Demi repeatedly sank her face into Lena’s rack.
Flooded with pleasure, Lena felt herself succumbing further to the submissive urges of her new body. She knew Demi was right – as Liam, she had always done her best to keep everybody satisfied, and now the manor had taken those instincts and twisted them into an all-consuming obsession with satisfying her former friend’s carnal needs – but in the end she didn’t think it really mattered how or why she had been corrupted this way. Because regardless of the reasons, she knew she could never give it up. Even the slightest brush of Demi’s skin against hers was a hit stronger than any drug could ever provide, so having their bodies pressed together so close in a tangled mess of arousal threatened to shatter her mind completely.
When being corrupted into a creature of sin felt this good, Lena knew she didn’t have the willpower to reject it. So instead she simply giggled deliriously and lifted her leg to loop around Demi’s back as her beautiful black Domme continued to ravage her massive tits.
Eyelids flickering so fast she might as well have been blind, Lena didn’t notice Demi reach up towards her cuffs. In fact, the barrage of pleasure had rendered her reactions so sluggish that it took her several seconds to realise Demi was no longer sucking her tits at all. In that time her lover had shifted Lena so that she was half-sitting, half-lying with her restrained hands now hooked over the back of the sofa.
When clarity finally hit her, Lena realised her lover had reversed their earlier positions: now Demi was the one sandwiched between her legs, firm hands spreading her thighs to expose the flushed folds of her pussy and their crown of trimmed pubic hair.
A heartbeat later Demi’s tongue was running over her sex and sapphic bliss engulfed her once again.
When she came up for air Demi was grinning. ‘What? You didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you? Besides, you deserve a reward for eating me out, so I’m just returning the favour.’
‘Oh fuck,’ Lena whined as Demi resumed her slutty task and fresh ecstasy swamped her system. ‘Oh fuck, babe, please don’t stop. Please. I need it. I need you to drive me wild.’
Lena had never realised that feeling so trapped could be so deeply erotic. With her hands immobilised by Demi’s magic cuffs and her hips clutched in the deviant woman’s unyielding grip, no matter how much she writhed and squirmed there was no escape from the onslaught of orgasmia Demi was subjecting her too. If she chose to, Demi could have feasted on Lena’s pussy until the redhead was a shuddering, drooling mess incapable of even recalling her own name, and Lena would have had no choice but to accept that fate. Somehow that powerlessness was the hottest thing of all – at Demi’s mercy Lena was little more than a living sex doll, and thanks to the manor’s corruptive influence there was nothing else she craved more in the whole universe.
This was no longer mere submission: this was nirvana.
It took a great deal of effort for Lena to stop her eyelids fluttering long enough to peer down at Demi, but when she did she realised she no longer saw her former friend anymore. Any echoes of the man Demi used to be had faded completely and though Lena knew Dominic was still in there somewhere, all she could see was her Domme. Her hot, depraved, insatiable Domme; the woman Lena was now hopelessly and irrevocably addicted to.
This was her reality now. And her acceptance of that fact seemed to spark something primal within her.
‘I can’t wait anymore!’ she cried. ‘I need to fuck! I need to fuck until I can’t think straight. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me until we’re screaming. Oh please, please fuck me!’
Rearing up with a wicked smile Demi fixed Lena with a piercing gaze. ‘I’ve got a better idea. How about you fuck me?’
The words had barely left her lips when Lena’s cuffs suddenly vanished; and the cuffs had barely vanished before Lena had dragged Demi up into her arms and collapsed onto the sofa in a bundle of lust and groans.
‘Holy shit, you’re good at this,’ Demi gasped. Her hands were locked firmly around Lena’s thighs while the redhead rocked her hips hard and fast.
After forcing Demi onto her back Lena had immediately slotted her legs to either side of her lover’s crotch. Before Demi had even regained her bearings she had let out a frantic cry as Lena began desperately rocking her hips, sending waves of ecstasy roaring through them both. The kissing of their pussy lips was wild, their thighs soon slick with their mingled juices, and from Demi’s position on the sofa she had an excellent view of her frenzied sub, her fantastic tits bouncing violently as Lena poured every ounce of energy into their passion.
And yet even while her orgasm mounted, Lena still needed more. The acceptance of her submissive desires had lit a fire within her and it now it was blazing it could not be stopped. A slave to her sluttiness she was trapped her in a wonderfully vicious cycle: the hornier she became the brighter it burned; the brighter it burned the more desperate she was to fuck; and the more feverishly they fucked the hornier she became.
In urgent need of another outlet Lena snatched up Demi’s foot and began to hungrily lick her toes.
By now even Demi was breathless. ‘Fuck, how did I ever live without this? You’re such a perfect little sub, baby. It’s a good thing you’re always eager to please, because after tonight I don’t think I’ll ever let your lust settle again. If this is what you become then how could I resist making sure you’re permanently horny? I’m thinking remote-control vibrators, out of the blue gropings, an outright ban on underwear so I can finger you whenever I please. And that’s not even considering the strap-ons. I promise you, you’re going to be so addicted to my dildos you’ll never even think about fucking any real d–’
Whatever else Demi was going to say devolved into muffled moans when Lena leaned down and kissed her hard. Even as they made out Lena continued to buck her hips at breathtaking speed, each roll more devastating than any thrusting cock could possibly be. Demi’s hands snaked around to pull Lena in closer while the leg whose toes Lena had been sucking was now folded between the two of them.
When Lena pulled away they were both panting with lust. During their kisses her hands had fallen to caress Demi’s neck and as she rose up, chest heaving and ginger hair obscuring half her face, she left them there.
‘Did you mean it?’ Lena asked, her hips now rolling almost imperceptibly slowly. ‘What you said earlier, about us never letting each other go, did you mean it? Because I don’t want to go back to who we used to be. The manor has shown me what I want and it’s this. It’s you. After being this way, I can’t imagine going back to a life where I don’t have you to kiss and hold and fuck.’
Demi smiled, a sheen of perspiration on her face and chest. ‘Of course I meant it. After all, we’re a team, remember?’ Hearing Dominic’s words through Demi’s lips was oddly comforting – a reminder that she was still the same friend Lena had known for most of her life. Then again, the impish light in her eye as she continued was a promise that Demi was also altogether new. ‘And don’t worry, babe – I’m not going to let a sub as perfect as you slip through my fingers. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. Besides, you know as well as I do that it’s our choice what happens when we leave Fantasy Manor.’
Lena couldn’t deny that. Ever since the true purpose of the manor had been revealed to her, she had known that their week would end with a pivotal choice. And though she had already made hers, she had still been concerned that Demi might not accept their new life as readily.
Now though, she realised her concerns were unfounded. The manor had chosen them because they were the perfect match in any reality – they had merely needed a little corruptive encouragement to truly make the most of that bond.
Leaning down, Lena kissed Demi again. Then she pressed their brows together and for a moment the combined pleasure of all the manor’s guests swirled within them. They could feel their transformed friends all over the manor grounds making love and lust in equal measure; fucking and sucking and kissing and riding and groping and spanking and fingering and pounding in an endless frenzy. All around them the manor was a hive of shameless hedonism, and though very few of the guests knew it they were all united by a shared lust.
But Lena knew they would not remain oblivious for much longer. As the manor’s chosen hosts, it was up to her and Demi to reveal the truth to their friends.
Just then Demi reached up to grab her by the shoulder. ‘You know, we don’t have to call everybody here straight away,’ she purred, reading Lena’s mind. ‘In fact, I can think of one or two things I’d like to do first.’
‘But we can’t put it off forever.’
Demi’s demeanour shifted in a heartbeat. Her soft smile fell instantly and was replaced by an expression of exaggerated affront. ‘But? But? Oh, that does it. We’re not calling a single person here until I’ve taught you what happens to subs who backchat their Domme.’
Surging up with stunning speed, Demi reversed their positions before Lena even had time to think. Abruptly on her back, she found herself looking up at her stunning lover.
Lena’s stomach flipped as Demi shifted to straddle her face. With one foot folded beneath her beside Lena’s head and the other planted on the floor, she lowered her hips ever closer to her sub’s face, the golden light of the nearby lamp glowing off the supple curve of her ass.
‘I hope you’re still hungry for my cunt, baby, because I have a sudden urge to sit on your face until I squirt. And we won’t be calling anybody here until that happens, do I make myself clear?’
All at once Lena was once again burning with desire and desperate to please. She nodded frantically, her hair cascading down the side of the sofa in ginger waves. ‘Yes, Mistress.’
Reaching down, Demi took Lena’s hand and raised it to her tit. She chuckled as the redhead gripped it firmly. At the same time Lena’s free hand rose to seize Demi’s ass of her own volition.
‘Good girl,’ Demi said. And with that she sank down and groaned as her eager sub hungrily worshipped her dripping wet sex…
Thanks for reading!
Pretty much from the very first day of planning this series I knew I wanted Lena Paul to portray the host of the manor. And boy am I glad I did, because not only was this so much fun to write, but this entire scene is absolute fire and allowed me to do something I haven’t done so far by having two hosts rather than one. Demi Sutra may not have been a model I paid much attention to before, but she definitely is now!
This is officially the final chapter of Fantasy Manor, but it’s not quite over yet. The epilogue will be out tomorrow, and it’s longer than any other chapter. I always enjoy writing the epilogue and this one was no different, so make sure you come back tomorrow to see how the story resolves!
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