Models: Alina Ali, Anton Harden & Skye Blue
Over the past few weeks Seth had learned two things. First: the longer he dwelled on his heartbreak, the more he felt the overpowering need to be alone. And second: the longer he spent alone, the more he dwelled on his heartbreak. Inevitably then, in the time since his breakup Seth had been sealed in a morose cycle. By now he didn’t feel much of anything anymore, all his emotions having burned themselves out to leave him numb and empty. The face he wore in public was a mask, though even that had started to slip. Not because he was too tormented to maintain it, but because he frankly didn’t have the energy.
Simply put, Seth had believed Cara was ‘the one’. He had never been anything but happy in her company, and he’d always believed she felt the same way. So when she had quietly explained she no longer loved him it had shattered his world.
The worst part was that there was no ulterior motive. Part of Seth almost wished Cara had been cheating, or that their relationship had grown stale and she had fallen for some other guy. At least then he could have been angry or wounded; at least then he would have had some way to channel his emotion. But that wasn’t the case. Neither was it something he had done. On the contrary, Seth was just the same as he’d always been. In reality the cause was much subtler. Like damp seeping silently in, Cara had gradually realised after the novelty of their first few years together had ebbed that she simply didn’t love him the way she thought she had. She liked him, adored him even, but that adoration was platonic rather than romantic.
Seth knew it had broken Cara to admit the truth. Not only was she acutely aware that he had never suspected a thing, but she was a naturally empathetic person, so watching his heart crumble before her eyes had visibly tortured her. In the interest of avoiding further agony, they had mutually agreed to give one another some space for at least a few months. They knew they could never part ways completely and Seth hoped they still had a long friendship ahead of them, but that didn’t make the pain any less severe.
That didn’t stop him looking to the future and seeing a gaping void where she used to be.
So far he’d kept his breakup a secret. Tonight was about Vander and Perri, and the last thing he wanted was for them to feel they couldn’t be affectionate for fear of salting his emotional wounds. They were his friends and he wanted them to have a night as special as they were. And if that meant donning a mask (albeit not a very consistent one) then that’s what he would do.
Fortunately, Seth wasn’t without ways to soothe his frayed emotions. And to his delight Club Fantasy was unexpectedly supportive of his preferred coping mechanism: crossdressing.
Expressing himself through his attire had long been a source of comfort for Seth. Lying somewhere between hobby and therapy, he always found intense emotions easier to deal with if he used them to guide his choice of outfit, as if his clothes somehow soaked up some of that emotion to lighten the burden on his shoulders. And though he often indulged in stereotypically masculine looks, when in need of comfort it was always the feminine apparel that bought Seth the most calm.
He knew his friends didn’t understand. Nor did he expect them to – it wasn’t the kind of sensation he could explain. However, though they failed to comprehend how or why gender non-conforming outfits were so soothing to Seth, none of them had ever sought to ridicule him for it. Even Declan, who had the emotional range of a tin can, had grown to accept Seth’s variable dress sense. Though there was no telling what odd looks he might get from other patrons of the club, Seth knew his friends in the bachelor party would support him no matter what clothes he showed up in tonight.
His roommates Eli and Vander had headed downstairs some time ago. As such, with the room to himself he was free to peruse the contents of the walk-in wardrobe and spread out all the potential options on the furniture.
Soon enough he had compiled over a dozen different looks covering a range of styles. In one, he had paired a leather jacket with a set of dark skinny jeans, and it was only the accompanying crimson crop top that gave the suggestion of femininity. Beside it, meanwhile, a plaid pink skirt and a loose peach blouse shouted ‘cutie next door’ loud and clear.
In the end Seth opted for simplicity.
The strappy dress was a warm chartreuse in colour. Hanging loose around the waist and fitted across the torso, the bust was flat enough that it wouldn’t gape on Seth’s body. The fabric had a matte finish while remaining smooth as silk to the touch, and when he held it up to himself in the mirror the idea of slipping it on felt like a warm hug.
Without bothering to put the other outfits away, Seth dared to allow himself a smile as he stripped down. A little burst of shock lanced through him as he realised it was his first genuine smile since Cara left – and that realisation made him smile all the wider.
It was the work of just a few seconds to pull on the dress. Once he had, Seth turned to appraise his reflection once again. By now he was beaming, the sight of himself in the simple yet elegant dress stirring a sense of soothing happiness within him. It was almost as if the dress itself gave off an aura of contentment, an energy that mellowed all his pain until it no longer seemed important. In fact, Seth was so calm that rather than panic when he noticed his body start to change he merely watched on with a mild expression somewhere between fascination and surprise.
Oddly enough, the first change he spotted was his lips. The lipstick that appeared on them wasn’t bright – barely a few shades pinker than his natural hue – yet the colour difference was enough to catch his attention.
His changing hair drew his eye next. Once fiery ginger, strands of blonde were already streaking through the red, bleaching them for most of their length even as the roots darkened to within a whisper of black. Where once it had been worn shaved at the sides and spiked on top, soon it assumed the style of a short bob with the fringe swept across to the right.
Then came his brows, which plucked themselves before his wide eyes. Then his lashes. Then the curving of his chin and the rounding of his shoulders.
And so it continued, each new development wrestling Seth’s attention from the last. His chest swelled to stretch the bust of his dress taut; his frame narrowed by a few inches while his hips widened by a similar extent; the handful of shoddy tattoos he had collected from drunk nights at university all faded as one, leaving only an array of small moles to speckle his otherwise flawless skin.
In some ways Seth himself had already given the club’s magic a head start. His legs, for instance, were already shaved, a habit he had been in for years to ensure no feminine outfit was ruined by his natural hairiness. And although he’d met Vander through their shared love of sport, Seth’s physique was more lean than muscular, so rather than melt away his athletic build the magic simply masked it beneath soft, swooping curves. The rings he wore were left intact. The metal stud piercing in his right ear was replaced by one of twinkling diamond.
As his eyes shifted from one change to the next Seth seemed to see his transformation in slow motion, though it could not have been more than a few seconds before his new form settled. Once it did, Seth only had a moment to admire the sultry reflection staring back at him, for a second later his consciousness blinked out and only Skye remained.
But that was all. Just Skye – just a name. No new memories rose to fill the void left by Seth’s absence. She was simply a body and a name and nothing more.
Blinking at her reflection, Skye frowned.
What was I doing? Looking herself up and down, the sight of her dress briefly disturbed the emptiness in her mind. I thought I put this dress on for a reason, but I can’t remember why. For a few seconds she stared at the dress hoping it might jog her memory. But nothing else came to her.
If I don’t know, maybe somebody else will. To the empty woman it seemed like a logical assumption, so without thinking twice she turned away from the mirror and wandered first from the bedroom and then out of the apartment entirely.
The corridor beyond was empty but not quiet. Somewhere nearby Skye could hear groaning. It was faint, but when she tilted her head to listen she realised the groans were punctuated by words of gruff encouragement, all of which was undercut by persistent wet slurping sounds.
Padding barefoot along the hall, Skye followed the moaning to a door. To anybody else such sordid sounds would have been a clear message that the occupants had no desire to be interrupted – but that message went unread by Skye’s vacant mind. She simply knew two things. First: she needed somebody to remind her why she had donned her dress. And second: somebody was behind this door. Two somebodies. And that could only mean double the chance of finding the answer she sought.
Without even pausing at the threshold Skye turned the handle and slipped inside.
If she’d retained any memory of where she had been before, Skye would have realised that the room beyond didn’t make any sense. Despite being just a few metres down the hall from her own room the space was massive, easily quadruple the size of the other apartments on the floor. What was more, though the view through the massive windows dominating the opposite wall was somewhat familiar, all the landmarks seemed to have shifted and were now viewed from a completely different angle.
Then again, not only did Skye lack the awareness to be confused, but the skyline was the last thing on her mind. Instead her eyes immediately fell to the hot black couple gratifying themselves at the heart of the luxurious penthouse suite.
The man was tall and bald, with a short beard and a series of tattoos across his chest and shoulders. A gold chain rested around his neck and he was entirely naked, though his groin was hidden from view by his companion who was greedily gorging herself on his manhood. The tight fit of her black bodysuit emphasised her voluptuous curves, and her short afro bobbed as she swallowed her man repeatedly.
All at once Skye realised she couldn’t think what to say. As such it was a relief when the man looked up to find her staring.
‘Well, well,’ he smiled, ‘it appears we have company.’ He didn’t seem the slightest bit shocked by Skye’s presence.
Pulling away, the woman turned to face Skye with a delighted expression. ‘So we do. And what a hot little thing she is.’
But Skye didn’t really hear her. Because when the woman had turned, she had revealed the man’s cock for the first time. He was huge – almost as long as Skye’s forearm. His impressive length only made it all the more impressive that the woman’s saliva was coating him almost to the base.
Following Skye’s gaze the woman smirked. ‘What are you waiting for, beautiful? It’s clear you want a taste, so why don’t you come and join us?’
Skye was moving before the woman’s words had even registered. For some reason it felt natural to do as the woman asked, besides which a sudden hunger had opened up inside her and she couldn’t think of a single reason why she should resist the urge to satisfy it. Soon she was on her knees beside the woman.
It was only when the black beauty placed a hand on her back and eased her down towards the bull’s balls that Skye thought to ask a rather important question. ‘I’m sorry, but who are you?’
The couple shared a conspiratorial glance. ‘Don’t you remember, baby? I’m Alina. And this is Anton.’
No sooner had Alina spoken than clarity rushed into Skye’s mind. Of course she knew them. How had she ever thought otherwise? True, she couldn’t remember exactly how she knew them, nor where they’d met, but suddenly their names were as familiar as those of old friends. Nevertheless, for some reason she still felt the need to introduce herself too.
‘Of course you are, I’m sorry. I’m Skye.’
Any further words were abruptly stifled as Alina pushed her down the last few inches towards Anton’s crotch and Skye instinctively began suckling on his balls.
Peering up at Anton, Skye felt her stomach flip as he let out a sigh of pleasure. Just the act of satisfying him fuelled her own arousal, as if his lust was being reflected back into her, and as she continued to kiss and lick she kept her eyes fixed on his handsome face.
Alina, meanwhile, had returned her attention to his cock. The sordid slurping that had drawn Skye to them in the first place now resumed as Alina’s plump lips glided easily along his shaft, only this time Skye had a front row seat to the show. The busty bombshell swallowed him deep while simultaneously jerking him off at the base, and she too stared up at her man. But while Skye’s gaze was still distant, Alina’s was thick with desire.
Skye wasn’t sure how long they spent in that position. She found the rhythm of their depravity hypnotic – the bobbing of Alina’s head, the rise and fall of Anton’s chest, the endless wet sucking noises seeping into her soul – and she was happy to let it control her. The rhythm was only broken when Alina finally pulled away. With a lick of her lips she savoured the cocktail of saliva and precum coating them as she stretched her arms wide. Skye just continued to suck Anton’s balls; despite her fearsome urge to feed on his cock her simple mind was still latched onto Alina’s previous words, unable to let them go.
Alina watched her from above with a mischievous smirk. ‘I can’t believe you nearly forgot us, beautiful. When you asked us to fuck your brains out last night, I didn’t realise you meant it literally.’
‘Well it looks like we did a good job,’ Anton chuckled. ‘I mean we did tell you there was no need to get dressed when you woke up, but you look like you’re ready to leave.’ He nodded to her dress. ‘You weren’t planning on sneaking out, were you?’
Sitting back, Skye shook her head slowly. ‘No… I just… I just forgot.’ She frowned. Again her memories were stirring, as if the couple’s words were pushing aside the mental fog, but they weren’t quite fully tangible yet.
‘Then it’s a good job you found us before you left, isn’t it?’ Alina said. ‘Tell you what, baby, how about you let us help you retrace your steps? Maybe that will help jog your memory.’ She tapped a finger thoughtfully to her lips. ‘Now then, what was the first thing you did when you got back here last night?’ A wicked grin spread over her lips. ‘Ah yes, I remember.’
Skye did not resist as Alina coiled a hand into her hair. Nor did she struggle as she was eased down towards Anton’s cock. And when his head pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth so he could sink inside.
The act was like being struck by lightning. All at once a cascade of memories burst to the surface. Kneeling on the bed and going down on Anton for the first time; lying on her back with her head tipped over the edge so he could plunge into her throat; leaning against the wall as he fucked her face until she was drunk on his cum. It wasn’t everything, but it was a start, and the sudden burst of clarity sent a shock of devastating arousal through her.
But with nothing else to do with all that energy, Skye could only feast. Wrapping a hand around his dick, she sucked with frenzied hunger. She couldn’t swallow him as deep as Alina, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in speed as she rocked needily back and forth. Her brows rising as her arousal continued to build, the couple’s words of encouragement sent droplets of lust trickling down her thighs.
‘That’s it,’ Anton nodded. ‘Such a needy little slut, aren’t you? Fuck yes, your throat is a dream.’
Alina chuckled as she stroked Skye’s hair. ‘You know, most girls we bring home can barely take Anton’s tip. But you’re special. It’s only been one night and you can nearly swallow him halfway. Don’t worry though, soon enough you’ll be taking him as deep as me. After all, last night you were practically begging to learn how to swallow a real man, remember?’
Triggered by Alina’s words more memories hit Skye. ‘Yes, I remember.’ Though she pulled away to reply she was still starving for his dick and she continued to lick and kiss his shaft as she spoke. ‘I… I’d broken up with my boyfriend. I thought he was the one. I thought he loved me the way I loved him… But I was wrong and I… I didn’t know what to do…’
Of course, Skye had no idea that Seth’s memories were seeping through, but that didn’t make the pain any easier to bear and the corners of her eyes glistened briefly.
Alina’s huge tits squeezed into deeper cleavage as she leaned in closer. ‘You didn’t tell us that last night. Is that why you came to the club?’
Skye nodded, more sure of herself now. ‘Yes. His lust didn’t work the same way as mine and I was scared I was too much for him. Maybe too much for anybody. I wanted – no, I needed to meet people like me. And I thought Club Fantasy would be a good place to find them.’
‘Which is where you found us. It seems like retracing your steps is bringing them back. Tell me, baby, do you remember what we did after you finished going down on Anton?’
Another nod. ‘I think you rode him.’
The grin Alina and Anton shared then was a thing of raw desire. ‘I sure did,’ she said.
Closing her eyes and bracing herself, Alina allowed Skye to take her by the ass and push her gently down onto Anton’s waiting rod. An orgasmic sigh bubbled up her throat as he entered, his thick shaft stretching her wide and sending arcs of searing euphoria through her soul just like it always did. She had taken him every night for years yet she knew she’d never get used to how agonisingly perfect he felt inside her.
Both Alina and Skye were naked now. Anton had watched on with hungry eyes as they stripped one another, taking time to reveal their voluptuous bodies for him to ogle, and the couple had been delighted to find that beneath her dress Skye wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her pussy was slick with arousal, her nipples rigid, and she looked so desperate to be fucked that Alina thought for a moment she might start begging. Nevertheless, when Alina rose onto the bed to straddle her man Skye did not complain.
‘Fuck,’ Alina breathed. ‘I don’t know if I can take it.’
Anton was not sympathetic. ‘You say that every time. And yet you still can’t get enough of me, can you?’
Trembling, Alina bit her lip. ‘Never,’ she confessed.
‘Besides,’ Anton went on, ‘you want to help Skye remember, don’t you?’ Before Alina could reply her lover had turned his attention back to the busty blonde. ‘Say, beautiful, I think my whore needs a little encouragement. Do me a favour and remind her how needy she was for my dick last night.’
With that a strangled cry tore from Alina’s lips as Skye manhandled her hips up and down in a firm, fast rhythm. Her tits ached with lust as they swung wildly beneath her, and the sudden eruption of euphoria left her momentarily dazed. Though her senses were only absent for a few seconds, when they returned her body had automatically settled into the frantic pace set by Skye and she found she was unable to stop. She could only bounce her fleshy ass and ride her man’s immense cock until her grip on reality began to slip.
Slowly but surely the strength in Alina’s limbs failed. But when she finally collapsed onto Anton’s chest he didn’t stop. Instead he rolled her onto her side and ravaged her from behind with deep, devastating thrusts. Head in Skye’s lap and pussy at Anton’s mercy, Alina basked in brainless ecstasy.
Alina was no stranger to being driven cockdumb by her stud. Club Fantasy had transformed them both several years ago at its grand opening, and they’d spent every night since locked in erotic embrace. They had surrendered themselves so completely that over time the memories of who they used to be had gradually faded (these days they no longer recalled whether they knew each other before that fateful night or whether the club had drawn them together) but the reward for abandoning them was an existence of endless passion.
Even amongst the Fantasy Family the couple were considered particularly insatiable, and in order to oblige their perpetual lusts the club had warped their history accordingly. In their new lives both Alina and Anton were multimillionaires, their wealth entirely inherited. With enough money to afford the city’s most expensive penthouse in perpetuity they had zero reason to show their faces in public, and as such could be found fucking like animals almost constantly. They even had a private chef (and regular fuck buddy) who would cook their meals while their orgasmic cries rang through air.
In fact, there were only two reasons they ever deigned to leave their den of desire: to fuck in new and exotic places, or to visit Club Fantasy.
Skye wasn’t the first bombshell to join them in the bedroom. Given how often Anton and Alina spent at Club Fantasy, their penthouse had played host to countless horny hookups lured into their embrace by the promise of a wild night. And though they often played with the club’s ordinary patrons, they had likewise fucked their fair share of transformed deviants too. It was not uncommon for them to persuade a prospective lover into donning a magical outfit, sampling a corruptive drink, or inciting some other transformative trigger, after which they would bring them home, fuck them senseless, and wave them goodbye the following morning once they had reverted back to their original body, all memory of the previous night reduced to a blur of desire.
But Skye was different. For one thing, the club had undoubtedly led her to them: the magic door connecting their apartment to the club was only accessible to members of the Fantasy Family, yet Skye had used it without even realising. For another, her fragmented mind was evidently plagued by echoes of her old life. Alina had no doubt that Skye’s breakup was a lingering memory from before, the trauma of the loss so strong even Club Fantasy could not simply wash it away. Instead that loss lived on and the club was using Alina and Anton to help her work through it find her sense of self once again.
Unsurprisingly this was a role the couple were happy to fill. After all, the club had chosen them to make a whore out of Skye, and they knew better than to let it down. As such, when Anton leaned close to growl a sordid suggestion into Alina’s ear, even in her state of drooling bliss she was quick to reply.
‘How about we show this little snow bunny what she’s been missing, babe?’
‘You took the words right out my mouth.’
As soon as Anton pulled out Alina rose onto all fours. For several seconds her movements were shaky, her strength drained by the powerful ecstasy still lingering in her soul. But her eagerness to make a nympho of their guest was a rejuvenating tonic and within moments she was manhandling Skye affectionately yet firmly into position.
Finding herself spread out on her front, hips raised high and vulnerable holes on show while her torso was slung low to the bedsheets, Skye made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a groan when Anton rose onto his knees behind her. Overshadowed by his muscular frame, for the first time she truly appreciated how hot he was – an appreciation that only grew when he rested his rigid cock in the valley between her ass cheeks. His rod was slick with Alina’s pussy nectar, and Skye shuddered as warm droplets slid from his head down the curve of her spine. Looking back over her shoulder, Skye eyed him longingly.
‘Now that’s a familiar face, right Anton?’ Alina smirked as she peered up at her man, her hands resting on Skye’s ass.
‘Sure is. I’d say that’s the exact way she looked at me just before I fucked her last night. This slut’s giving me déjà vu.’
Skye nodded slowly, more memories seeping in. ‘It’s because I need your cock. I need to fuck. It’s who I am.’ She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason voicing her returning memories out loud seemed to solidify them, to help them take root. ‘My ex, I think he loved me in his own way, but he knew he couldn’t satisfy me completely and that’s why our connection faded.’
Without realising it Skye had started rocking her hips. When she noticed she faltered, but Alina’s hands immediately helped her continue the motion while simultaneously squeezing Skye’s cheeks around Anton’s shaft. The impromptu assjob drew a groan from the blonde’s lips, aches of orgasmic anticipation unfurling through her insides.
By this point Skye’s persona was almost fully formed. Seth’s memories of heartbreak had formed the foundation and now the woman he had become was building upon them. All the raw, powerful lust the club’s magic had ingrained in her soul was rising to the surface, fashioning her into a deviant worthy of Alina and Anton’s amoral attention.
Nevertheless, there were still some unanswered questions. ‘I just… I don’t remember why I wanted you two. The club was so full. There were so many sluts and studs eyeing me up. I don’t remember why you stood out.’
‘Don’t worry, princess,’ Anton said. ‘We do.’
When the tip of Anton’s cock settled in her pussy Skye’s world felt like it stopped spinning. Her jaw fell open but her shriek of pleasure died on her tongue and after several seconds she closed her mouth to bite her lip. He only penetrated an inch or so deep, but it was enough to make her heart skip a beat and her rocking hips freeze. She wanted desperately to throw her hips backwards against him, but she suspected her fragile mind would shatter all over again if she did.
Eyes closed, a soft whine vibrated in her throat as Anton’s soft words diffused through her mind.
‘You could have hooked up with any of those shallow reprobates, but you knew they wouldn’t truly satisfy you. Because it’s not just sex you crave, it’s connection. You need your lover to understand you right down to your soul. No matter who you fuck, without a bond like that you’ll never really be fulfilled.’
‘That’s why you picked us,’ Alina continued. ‘When you saw us it was like looking in a mirror. We’re just the same as you – without our connection we’d be lost. And that makes us exactly the kind of lovers you needed. It’s why you didn’t even introduce yourself before you let us bring you back here, because you already knew we were the ones to fill the hole your ex left behind.’
‘Yes,’ Skye breathed. Her brows were knitted together as her pussy continued to ache for Anton’s cock, but behind her face the memories were coming thick and fast.
She had caught their gaze from across the dancefloor and without a word they’d connected. When they moved towards her through the crowd Skye could see herself reflected in their eyes; when they danced against her she felt a potent lust in their aura identical to her own; and when Alina kissed her she’d tasted a hunger for pleasure that she had never sensed on her ex’s lips.
By the time the couple led her off the dancefloor, her curvy body sandwiched between them and each with a hand resting on her ass, Skye had wanted them more than anything. And when they satisfied that want back at their penthouse it was replaced by a longing that had followed her into her dreams.
Yet it was only now that Skye realised she might actually love them.
Slotting his hand gently beneath Alina’s chin, Anton lifted her head to meet his eyes. ‘Tell me, baby, after we finished last night, just before she fell asleep do you remember what Skye asked us?’
Alina’s eyes glittered. ‘Remind me, babe.’
‘She asked if she could be our third.’ A devilish smirk plucked at the edges of his mouth. ‘And do you remember what we said?’
Nodding, Alina mirrored her soulmate’s expression. ‘We said yes.’
‘I remember,’ Skye gasped. Any remaining confusion evaporated in an instant, her psyche finally complete. ‘Oh fuck, I remember everything. Last night. All of it. All the things you did to me; all the ways you fucked me until I was just a drooling slut addicted to your touch. Please… I need that again.’
Anton chuckled. ‘Are you sure? After all, you only just got your memories back. What if we fuck them all out again? If you forget about us you might try to slip away while we’re distracted, like earlier.’
‘No. Never. I’ll never forget you again, not in a hundred lifetimes. Being yours feels too good.’ Skye’s heart was pounding now, her desperation to be pounded gradually eclipsing everything else. Even so, a thin veneer of control still remained.
‘In that case, I think I’ve waited to stretch this cunt for long enough.’
Wrapping his big hands around Skye’s hips, Anton prepared to plunge in hard. But Skye stopped him with a pleading cry.
‘Wait! I… I remembered one more thing.’
Anton raised an eyebrow, but it was Alina who asked the question. ‘What’s that, gorgeous?’ She moved in close, lowering herself to Skye’s level. Taking her by the chin in the same way Anton had to her, Alina guided Skye’s face around until their eyes met.
‘I remembered my favourite position.’ She paused, unsure if she should surrender the next scrap of information. ‘It melts my brains. It makes me feel like a dumb whore and makes me cum so hard I drool. I… I want to feel like that right now.’
Alina smiled. ‘When you’re with us, all you have to do is ask.’
‘Please, can I ride him?’
The smile became a grin. ‘Of course.’
Helped into position by Alina as Anton sank down onto his back once again, Skye knew she was where she belonged. A delirious giggle escaped as the absurdity of the situation hit her hard: she’d entered this room with no idea who she was, yet now she felt more complete than she ever had.
Until recently when she looked to the future Skye had seen a gaping void where her ex used to be. But though losing her ex had broken her heart, what she had found with Alina and Anton was infinitely more wonderful than anything she’d ever experienced with him. Now, as she sank down onto Anton’s divine cock, his hands clutching the soft flesh of her ass and Alina’s words of encouragement urging her on, Skye knew two things. First: her future was no longer empty. And second: by the time they finished fucking tonight their souls would be irrevocably entwined, from which point on she would spend the rest of her days as their giddy little snow bunny, forever addicted to them in ways only true deviants can be…
Thanks for reading!
Lake Fantasy was released in 2020. In the time since I have written three further series within the same universe, as well as a bunch of one off pieces acting as sequels for existing characters. However, in every series or solo piece I’ve always felt that I was focusing in on one story amongst many – that while the characters in these groups are special, they’re not the only ones who have experienced the magic of the various locations involved. What this means is that I’ve always been of the opinion that the Fantasy Family continues to grow ‘offscreen’ as it were, with transformations occurring either temporarily or permanently to characters we haven’t actually met. And while this is a concept I’ve touched upon in previous Club Fantasy standalone stories, I’ve never really explored it in detail.
This chapter finally gave me the opportunity to do so, and I couldn’t be more pleased with the results. I think the ambiguity around who Alina and Anton were before they joined the Family just makes this snapshot of their new lives all the hotter, because we get to see how completely they have thrown themselves into the depravities offered by the club. Then of course there is the idea of two experienced deviants moulding the psyche of a newbie who is still figuring out who they are and where they fit in their naughty new world, which just pushes my buttons. Plus, wrapping the smut in themes of working through trauma with help from the right people added a sincere undercurrent to the corruption that I personally really like.
Also, I like to hope that I do a good job of representing the act of crossdressing here. Given the nature of my stories, it’s kind of weird I haven’t included the practice before, but in this chapter I really wanted to present it respectfully and try to emphasise how it can be an act of both self-care and self-expression. I sincerely hope I managed that, though ultimately this is not a subject I am well-informed on – I mean I was initially concerned that crossdressing as a term might be considered derogatory, and though as far as I can find that isn’t the case it probably still highlights how flawed my understanding on the subject may be. As such, if any of my readers do crossdress and feel I missed the mark then please feel free to say so. I would greatly appreciate any pointers that might help me improve in the future.
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