Models: Kate Zoha & Jade Venus
As usual, Justin was on the hunt for a hookup.
From his seat beside Vander in the groom-to-be’s booth, Justin observed the thronging dancefloor with practiced efficiency. Despite being several drinks deep already his eyes were keen and his attention sharp, gaze darting from face to face. It was an unending task – the crowd was an ocean, internal currents constantly shifting within so the individuals in Justin’s view were always changing. Add to that the steady stream of figures passing by the end of their booth and the challenge of keeping track of any one face amongst all the rest became close to impossible.
Still, Justin was far from inexperienced.
He wasn’t a shallow man, not really. In fact Justin loved nothing more than connecting with intimate partners on a level deeper than mere one-night stands would allow. Unfortunately, very few hookups lasted that long because Justin’s libido constantly got in the way.
To describe Justin’s sex drive as raging would have been a gross understatement. Crippling might have been a better descriptor. Once the mist of lust descended he was capable of fucking for hours without respite, his stamina practically inexhaustible, the end result of which invariably involved nutting so hard it dashed all his thoughts like the surf against a cliff. Only then would he be able to drift to sleep, yet when he awoke he found all his shattered pieces restored and his libido once again at boiling point.
In Justin’s experience, most people liked to imagine finding a sexually insatiable partner until they actually met one and discovered they couldn’t hope to keep up. Sure, one truly wild night makes for a hot memory, but when repeated day in day out that dynamic becomes suffocating for the partner with the lesser libido. Either the endless pleasure overwhelms them to the point that they are unable to truly appreciate it, or they feel they are unable to provide for the one they love no matter how hard they try. Both were outcomes Justin had seen enough times with previous partners, and he had no desire to put either himself or anybody else through them again.
Which was precisely why Justin could have drawn the floorplan of every nightclub back home with his eyes closed. After all, there were few places better suited to finding a willing hookup than a club, and he had lost track of how many nights he’d spent very similarly to this: watching, waiting, wondering if tonight he might finally find a lover as perpetually horny as him.
Unfortunately, it was proving more difficult to score in Club Fantasy than he’d anticipated. If anything, the club offered too much choice. Given its reputation, the clientele were seemingly all looking for the same thing as Justin and had dressed accordingly. In many cases there was more flesh on show than clothing covering it, and even those who were more modestly dressed caught the eye for the very fact they stood out from the crowd. As a result the moment Justin’s focus settled on a specifical individual some new face or provocative outfit would snag his attention.
Kneading his brow, Justin sighed. He needed a distraction.
Slipping out of the booth, he left the main floor behind him.
Unlike the maze of darkened hallways branching off the dancefloor itself, those encircling the upper tier where the booths were situated were altogether better lit. When combined with the pale grey walls it took Justin a moment to adjust after spending the past few hours in neon-sliced darkness.
When he did, his eyes automatically fell to the two stunning women arguing nearby.
Justin wasn’t sure who was the more beautiful.
The leggy brunette was practically hypnotic. A thin, fitted white shirt emphasised her curvy torso while her wet look leggings were an even tighter fit, the profile of her ass making his fingers twitch. Her sensual eyes were framed with dark shadow and she looked sultry and savage in equal measure.
Yet the blonde was no less gorgeous. Her upper half wrapped in a cropped grey cardigan held together with a single button, her lower sporting a black plaid skirt, and the bright red of her lipstick contrasting sharply with her pale skin, she had a shade more innocence about her.
Even so, it seemed looks could be deceiving.
‘God, Kate, you’re such a fucking nightmare,’ the brunette was saying. ‘All you think about is sex. It’s unsufferable. There’s more to life than fucking, you know?’
‘Oh come on, Korra, that’s not fair,’ the blonde pleaded. ‘You know I can’t help it. It’s not my fault if I’m horny all the time, it’s just who I am.’
‘Well I’m sick of it. I can’t take it anymore. Go find some other sex psycho but leave me the fuck alone. And hey, it looks like you’ve already got a volunteer.’
With a rough hand Korra span Kate in Justin’s direction and all at once he found himself in their crosshairs. He realised he had stopped to watch the argument and was stood in the doorway to the dancefloor. Flushing with embarrassment he averted his gaze.
‘Oh… um… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to intrude,’ he stammered.
But Korra shook her head. ‘Don’t apologise because I don’t care. All I care about is getting rid of this crazy nympho. Here, you fucking have her,’ she said, shoving Kate hard towards him. ‘Good luck staying sane with her whining to fuck every second of every day.’
Unbalanced by the push, Kate stumbled into Justin’s arms with such force they almost collapsed back through the door. It was only his quick sportsman reflexes that saved them, though by the time they recovered Korra had already stormed off down the hall and was lost to view.
The next thing Justin knew, Kate was sobbing.
Bewildered by the surreal turn his night had taken, Justin did his best to comfort her.
‘Hey… it’s, uh… it’s okay… That sounded really unfair. Maybe… maybe you’re better off without her. Listen… do you, uh… are you here with anyone else?’ Kate shook her head, though her face remained buried in his chest. ‘Okay, well, are you staying here? Do you have a room you can go to?’
This time she looked up. ‘Yes. We’re sharing it, but Korra already said she didn’t want to be anywhere near me anymore. She won’t want to go back to the room, so I guess it’s just mine now.’ Unshed tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. ‘Would… would you mind walking me there?’
‘Uh, sure, if that would help. I guess it’s the least I can do for eavesdropping. Accidentally eavesdropping,’ he added hastily, ‘but still.’
Looping his arm around Kate’s shoulders, Justin steered her towards the lifts. As he did so he failed to notice the teary blonde glance back over his shoulder. Failed to notice her lock eyes with Korra, who was peering round the corner at the end of the corridor. Failed to notice the sly grin and conspiratorial wink they shared.
Justin spent both the lift journey and the slow walk back to Kate’s room simply listening. Her monologue seemed a little melodramatic, every few words interrupted by a shuddering sob and her gesticulations unnecessarily wild, but he had little to offer in the way of emotional support so he figured it was best to let her vent.
She was still going as they made their final approach to her room. ‘She thinks I’m just clingy and needy. She thinks I’m just some shallow slut who doesn’t care about anything other than sex. But she has no idea what it’s like living like this. No idea how it feels to wake up every morning and instantly need to fuck. No idea the torture of trying to push down that need, or how it always manages to creep back in no matter how hard you try to ignore it. She has no fucking idea what it’s like to be rejected by every lover you’ve ever had because none of them can keep up with you.’
As they arrived at Kate’s room, Justin couldn’t bring himself to stay silent. Here was a woman facing all the same struggles as him, and while now was clearly the wrong time to see if she could satisfy his own unyielding desires he could at least reassure her she wasn’t alone.
But it seemed Kate was already two steps ahead.
All at once Justin found himself slammed up against the door. Kate pinned him there with surprising force, and when he looked down he found the only thing sparkling in her eyes anymore was pure mischief.
‘She doesn’t understand, but you do, don’t you Justin?’
Justin blanched: thanks to her monologue he hadn’t yet had chance to introduce himself. ‘How do you know my name?’
‘Oh, I know a lot about you, pretty boy. I know you’re here with you friend for his bachelor party. I know you’ve made eyes at almost everyone in the club by now. I know you’re hoping more than anything that one of them might be your erotic equal. Oh, and I know that later on, once you find out what the club has turned you into, you’re going to spend a very long time thanking me and Korra for tricking you into all this.’
Maintaining her firm hold on Justin’s shirt Kate opened the door behind him. Though he was unable to see the room beyond he was bemused to see bright daylight flood the corridor and to hear the twitter of birdsong on the air.
With a sharp tug Kate yanked Justin closer so their brows were almost touching. ‘But for now, you’re just going to have to trust me when I tell you you’re going to fucking love this.’
Then she was kissing him, and the last thing Justin remembered before his mind was overwhelmed was the hot, wet sensation of her tongue delving between his lips.
It was no one thing that trigger Justin’s transformation. Instead, Kate had loaded up on half a dozen different corruptive accessories, each intended to warp him into the embodiment of her fantasies. Her lipstick, her perfume, her shampoo; her fragrant body spray, her neon false nails, even her clothes which she had washed specially in the club’s laundrette. Individually none were strong enough to induce a transformation at a distance, but now, with her lips crushed against his, her nails on his skin as she pulled him in hard, and the blended fragrances filling his nostrils, their combined magic swallowed Justin whole.
Kate only released him when she heard the door close behind them, and by then he was already in the throes of corruption.
Staggering deeper into the room Justin threw back his head and howled as his chest inflated. The top three buttons of his shirt surrendered to his new tits, rocketing off across the room to expose tanned cleavage contained within a pure black bra. A heartbeat later Justin’s broad shoulders contracted with the sound of grinding bones. The narrowing was minimal, yet it was just enough for his shirt to slough off, thereby revealing a torso which was now contorted beyond recognition. Beefy arms, hairy chest and sex-honed abs had been usurped by lithe limbs and a flat stomach devoid of any body hair at all, every inch of smooth flesh burnished by the same flawless tan as his new tits.
His lower half transformed just as quickly. As a man who tended to prefer fucking his lovers up against the wall or hoisted in his arms, most of Justin’s muscle mass was in his torso. The relative slimness of his waist had allowed his dislodged shirt to fall easily to the floor, and it also meant that when his hips expanded by several inches his jeans could no longer contain them. With the sharp sound of tearing stitches the seams gave up and the whole lot joined his shirt around his ankles. Just as before, the unveiled skin was smooth and golden while the shapely ass and thighs were bound in a network of thick straps which themselves held up a set of fishnet stockings. The black of Justin’s lingerie was so deep it was less a shade than a simple absence of colour. Under the right light it did not look like material at all but rather holes cut in the very fabric of the universe – a glimpse into the void.
When he’d tossed his head back Justin’s hair had already been down to his shoulders. As such, the act had swept the brown tresses across his face and concealed it from view. Now, as he lurched away from the heap of forgotten clothes, his hair fell aside.
The woman Justin had become was intimidatingly beautiful. High cheekbones and a sharp jawline gave her features a keen edge imbued with the kind of seductive danger he’d seen in Korra. When she opened her eyes they had the razor-edged glint of a master manipulator – the sort of woman capable of entangling you in a web of your own dark desires.
From her position a little distance away, Kate allowed herself a fiendish grin. During Justin’s transformation she had slipped into something a little more enticing – which is to say she had snapped her fingers and let the room’s familiar magic do the rest. Now she stood in a set of delicate lace lingerie accented with strips and bows of pale yellow. The bra cups were sheer while the panties were no more than a frilly strap around her waist beneath which her little she-cock was fully exposed. Like Justin her legs were wrapped in stockings; unlike Justin hers were gleaming nylon rather than fishnets. Only her smartwatch and bracelet had survived. The latter had sentimental value, having been purchased on her and Korra’s first post-transformation date, while the former was used to compete with her girlfriend on who could burn the most calories fucking.
And now they were both prepared, it was time for the fun to begin.
‘Hey Jade.’
The words sliced through Jade’s disorientation. Her eyes fell to the blonde and drank in her appearance. For those first few seconds the pale-skinned beauty was a familiar stranger – a face Jade knew but could not name. There were no thoughts in her head yet, no replacement for Justin’s erased psyche, so when she moved it was purely the instinct of her new body guiding her.
Closing the distance between them Jade wrapped her hands around the blonde’s neck – not tight, but enough to make clear who was in charge – and she leaned in so her aquiline features filled the other woman’s view. As she pressed herself closer the blonde’s hand found her ass.
‘Hey Kate,’ Jade hissed. Her lips formed the name without her telling them too, then all at once she knew exactly who this little slut was: her fuck buddy. Not to mention the only deviant Jade had ever met who could keep up with her raging libido.
‘You seem… excited to see me,’ Kate said, her voice shallow and shaky with arousal. She glanced down at Jade’s crotch where the pouch of her underwear was beginning to swell.
‘Always,’ Jade purred.
Jade’s memories were slotting together in fits and starts. Much of her mind remained blank, a jigsaw puzzle whose pieces had not yet been put in place. But this did not bother her. Because shred of knowledge that had returned was the fact that selective amnesia was not uncommon for her. On the contrary, whenever her arousal rose and the red mist descended her mind would fragment. Large swaths would tumble into her subconscious and what remained would hyperfocus on the erotic task at hand.
And right now that task was reminding Kate exactly where she belonged.
Coiling her hands a fraction tighter around the slut’s neck Jade’s fingers slotted between one another. Nine out of ten were tipped by manicured white talons embellished with little gems or strands of gold nail paint, but the middle finger of her right hand was left plain. Though it disrupted the uniformity it was a detail Jade always kept the same: all the better for fingering Kate’s hole with.
Jade smiled as the increased tightness rose a flush on Kate’s cheeks. Somehow it made her look even more innocent, especially when her big eyes widened even further, and Jade felt a thrill of power zip through her. If Kate, with her cherubic face and lacy lingerie, was an angel, then Jade was surely the demon tasked with tempting her to sin.
That thrill bought with it another rush of lust so strong it reduced Jade’s legs to putty.
‘Shit,’ she breathed, dropping heavily into the brown leather chair behind her and setting the thin white curtains fluttering.
Kate’s expression was edged with concern as she settled down on Jade’s knee. ‘Everything okay, gorgeous?’
Needy for something to ground herself Jade seized Kate without thinking. One hand clamped down on the blonde’s thigh and squeezed until her knuckles trembled; the other looped around her back and closed over her breast while simultaneously using the embrace to pull Kate in closer.
‘Yes, of course, it’s just… you have no idea how fucking horny I am right now.’
Part of Kate wanted to reply with a sarcastic quip. After all, she knew exactly how horny Jade was, for the combined magic of Kate’s corruptive accessories had infused the new woman with the exact same all-consuming desire that enshrouded Kate herself every second of every day.
But despite their mirrored libido, when Kate looked into Jade’s eyes she sensed something unhinged lurking within. Deviant as she was, Kate had learned to control her carnal hunger, to use it as fuel to seduce or manipulate her lovers into eagerly satisfying her needs. But in Jade that restraint was entirely absent. There was something primal in her gaze, something monstrously amoral held in check by the thinnest veil of humanity, like a raging tigress constrained by a leash of string. Even her dark lingerie now looked innocent in comparison; for a true glimpse of the void one just had to look into Jade’s eyes.
Fortunately, they were in the perfect place for Jade to unleash her inner demoness.
Fantasy Manor’s cabin looked rather different from the first time Kate had been here. Back then, when she and Korra had first been transformed, the furniture was covered with dustsheets, the lights were all bare bulbs, and the décor was limited to the figurines lining one wall which had triggered their transformations in the first place. With the help of Lena and Demi, the trans lovers had redesigned the cabin into a den of sin which had seen a host of sapphic orgies throughout their week at the manor, though in the time since the layout had gradually shifted back to how they had first found it. Still, both Kate and Korra had a deep-rooted fondness for the cabin and so whenever they visited Club Fantasy – which was a regular occurrence – no matter which room they stayed in the door always led them back to the site of their rebirth. Now that it had regular visitors, the furniture remained uncovered, the lampshades had been reinstated, and though the wall of figurines remained the cabin’s decorative centrepiece the place was also bedecked with houseplants, rugs, and a plethora of framed photographs depicting many other members of the Fantasy Family in various states of undress.
In here there was nobody to interrupt them and nothing to stop them exploring their deepest, dirtiest desires. Anticipatory excitement tingled on Kate’s nape: this was going to be fun.
‘Well, if you really are that horny, maybe I should help you take the edge off.’
From the moment Kate’s lips closed around her womanhood, Jade felt her erotic batteries begin to charge. She was already horny beyond all reason, but so far that arousal had been wanton and nebulous, a formless mass which saturated her consciousness but dissolved away the moment she tried to grasp it. Now though, with her cock in Kate’s fingers and lips, her growing erection symbolised the solidification of this hedonistic energy. Jade could feel it being drawn into her core, into her soul, and the more it accumulated the more powerful she felt.
That wasn’t to say it was a quick process. Jade’s limbs were still too weak to be trusted, and though she wanted desperately to fuck the needy slut’s face Jade could tell that doing so would shatter the fragile framework around her lust and put her right back where she started.
For now she could only sit there and let Kate feed. Could only watch and listen as she bobbed her head and filled the air with wet slurping sounds, cheeks caving in as she sucked hard. But soon… soon there would be nothing to stop Jade unleashing the beast inside.
Kate, meanwhile, was actively looking forward to that moment.
She and Korra were by no means exclusive. While they were practically joined at the hip outside of the bedroom, in private they just as often played apart as they did together, their relationship entirely open. Time and time again Kate had lured unsuspecting hookups back to this very cabin and corrupted them by one method or another, the sight of their carnal transformations more addictive to her than any drug. Yet it was very rare for any of those individuals to be inducted into the Fantasy Family – they simply awoke the next morning back in their own beds, their memories of the night before so hazy it was impossible to distinguish dreams from reality.
Of course, Phoenix had told everybody about Vander and Perri. It was why so many members of the Fantasy Family were at the club tonight, each of them keen to have a hand in corrupting these new initiates. And though Korra was far more interested in showing newbies the ropes than transforming them in the first place, she’d agreed to help Kate trick one back to their cabin.
As usual, the magic of the club had drawn in the perfect victim. After all, who better for Justin to become entangled with than one of Fantasy Manor’s most inexhaustible deviants? Who better to show him he didn’t have to resent his own libido anymore? That there were people out there who could not only accept it, but match it?
And though Jade couldn’t currently remember why Kate’s sluttiness made her feel so deeply understood, she was keen to keep their depravity going as long as possible. Fortunately, her batteries were now fully charged.
Diving down suddenly she tangled her fingers through Kate’s hair and wrenched her roughly back. Her dominant streak flared and a devilish smile slashed her features. ‘I think it’s time we took this elsewhere, slut,’ she hissed.
And so they did.
By the time they made it to the bedroom both their bras had succumbed to groping hands. Like the rest of the cabin it was better furnished than during Kate’s first visit, the bed now sporting sheets and pillows and flanked by bedside tables atop which sat little lamps.
But she barely had time to see any of this before Jade had pulled her onto the bed and forced her twitching dick between Kate’s precum-smeared lips.
Jade’s passivity had been abandoned along with her bra. Rather than sit back and let Kate do the work she maintained a firm grip on the woman’s head, holding her in position so she could drive her hips up hard.
Most of Kate’s view was dominated by Jade’s tensed abs and bobbing tits, though with her lids fluttering and her vision blurred by the constant thrusting even this was difficult to see clearly. On the rare occasion she did manage to steady her focus, Kate found Jade peering down at her with something between a smirk and a sneer.
‘You know, I really I don’t understand it, bitch. Somehow I’ve managed to forget just how fucking good it feels using this nice, tight throat as my sex toy. Don’t ask me why, but this feels like the first time I’ve ever done this to you. Still, I’m sure a good little sex doll like you won’t have a problem with me jogging my memory, will you?’
Kate began to pull away to respond, but Jade tugged her sharply down and sheathed herself so deep Kate was kissing her crotch.
‘I didn’t say you could stop,’ she snapped. ‘I don’t need you to speak, I just you to nod and obey. Do I make myself clear?’
Kate nodded frantically, the motion shifting Jade’s rod within her throat and making them both groan.
From there Jade simply enjoyed her power. The longer things continued the more natural it felt to take control, to fuck Kate’s face until the drool ran thick down her shaft, to savour her muffled groans. In between belittling tirades and the occasional burst of humiliating laughter whenever edges of cockdumb mania drained the lucidity from Kate’s face, Jade took to groping herself, particularly her pierced nipples which stood out hard as her tits ached with arousal. Finally having something to channel the savage sluttiness within, the irresistible trans Domme eagerly pushed her lover deeper and deeper into a state of mindless obedience.
When Kate was eventually permitted respite she was in a daze.
For several minutes her lids refused to stop fluttering and she panted hard, tongue lolling as breath came in great gasping gulps. Coherent thought was a distant concept yet her hands continued to pump Jade’s cock thanks to the Domme’s verbal conditioning: she had ordered Kate not to stop pleasuring her until she said otherwise, and with that order still lodged in her brain Kate was apparently incapable of disobeying.
The petite blonde’s senses returned in the same fragmented fashion as Jade’s memories, but at length she found herself looking up at her corrupt creation and wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew.
Korra was rarely this dominant. She was the kind of woman who preferred fucking with your mind instead of your body and there were many nights where Kate had started to wonder what was real while Korra’s words burrowed into her brain. Sometimes Kate found herself tumbling into subspace without Korra ever having laid a finger on her, opting instead to break her girlfriend through verbal triggers and endless subjection to toys of all varieties.
Jade, on the other hand, was purely physical. Though she clearly relished the chance to verbally degrade her prey, the forceful manipulation of Kate’s body was evidently her primary craving.
Then again, Kate supposed she should have expected this. The barely suppressed yearning in Justin’s eyes when he looked at them, even when he was apologising; the way his fingers had twitched when his gaze fell to Korra’s ass; the tightness in his voice when he’d agreed to accompany her back to her room as he forced himself not to try and tempt her into inviting him in. Everything about Justin made it painfully obvious he was a man tormented by his own sex drive.
And thanks to Kate, any inhibitions which had once kept Justin’s libido in check had been savagely stripped away. What was left behind was a woman with all of his degeneracy but none of his decency. Jade truly was Justin’s inner void – his voracious need for depravity given physical form – and all Kate could do now was savour their descent into that darkness.
For lesser sluts this realisation would have been intimidating. For Kate, it was invigorating.
But while her thoughts danced with ideas of where their hedonism might lead, Jade was already two steps ahead.
With Kate’s mind elsewhere it was almost too easy for Jade to surge forwards and flip her onto her back.
Her psyche now whole once more, Jade’s memories of the cabin had all slotted into place. Memories of her first time here after hooking up with Kate after a wild night clubbing; memories of them visiting regularly to spend the weekend sucking, fucking and doing little else besides. And most importantly, memories of where they kept the lube.
Before Kate had chance to regain her bearings, Jade snatched the lube out of the bedside table drawer and squirted it liberally over her shaft. Another spurt over Kate’s winking ass and then the head of Jade’s cock was parting Kate’s anal muscles and venturing inside.
Kate’s disorientation was banished immediately. Her gaze zipped to Jade’s smirking face and her face donned the wide-eyed, lips-parted expression of a woman standing on the precipice of a leap of faith. Seizing the lube bottle from the bedsheets she gripped it more as a means of grounding herself in reality rather than with any intention of using it. They both knew this was the point of no return – if they broke this seal there was no telling how far they would go. Her breath coming in little huffs, Kate tried to process whether or not taking the plunge was a good idea.
So Jade made the choice for them both.
Bucking her hips forward she embedded herself in Kate’s ass to the base. ‘Fuck yes,’ she growled, top lip curling in a grimace of lust. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’ Each word was punctuated by a powerful thrust that knocked the air from Kate’s lungs. ‘Your ass is so fucking tight, slut. Or should I say my ass. Because it belongs to me now. All of you belongs to me.’
The change that overcame Kate’s face once Jade began to properly fuck her was deliciously slow. For a minute or so her expression remained frozen somewhere between shock and desire, yet with each thrust a little of that ice was shattered. First her eyes began to slide gradually up. After that her brows steadily knitted together. And then, little by little, a delirious grin crept across her face as her head tipped back over the edge of the bed.
Giggles frothed on her tongue. Intermittent blows to her P-spot set her dicklet twitching. Her hands went slack, the lube bottle clattering to the laminate floor as a result. Kate was in heaven.
And Jade wasn’t far behind.
With Kate skewered on the end of her cock Jade finally had an outlet for the tempestuous lust roiling in her core.
Leaning down she slipped a hand behind Kate’s head. Though she had intended to pull the blonde in closer, her touch was enough for Kate to notice how near Jade’s face was – a gap she closed with a needy groan. Their lips locked, heat blossoming across their faces as their tongues danced and swirled. Jade savoured the taste of Kate’s moans, each made all the sweeter by the knowledge it was Jade’s own pumping cock fucking them from her lungs.
‘You’re so hot,’ Kate whined. Flooded with pleasure she was unable to open her eyes long enough to focus on her lover.
Of course, Jade was keen to overstimulate her toy even further. Flicking her dark hair to one side she dipped down to run her tongue along the side of Kate’s neck. The trail was slow and sensuous, ending at the tender patch of skin just below her ear.
‘Tell me something I don’t know,’ she purred before assaulting Kate’s neck with a barrage of suckling kisses which immediately began bruising into lovebites.
Even through her delirium Kate could not help but giggle. ‘Well, since you asked, your real name is–’
Without warning a devastating wave of ecstasy tore through Kate’s soul. Her arms flew up to hook around Jade’s back, yanking her down and embracing her so tight she could feel Jade’s nipple piercings digging into her skin. Her piercing scream ricocheted around the room then on through the cabin, and it was over a minute before she stopped gasping. Throughout that time Jade simply continued to thrust, her grin wicked as Kate struggled to recover her senses.
Any ordinary person would have brushed the sensation aside as a side effect of their own arousal, but Kate wasn’t so easily fooled. She knew magic when she felt it. She also knew that both the manor and the club were keen on keeping the truth about those it transformed hidden until the opportune moment – a truth which Kate had been about to reveal before its time. The magic’s message was clear: don’t ruin the fun.
Kate didn’t dare imagine what depraved, mind-melting punishment she might be subjected to if she tried to break the rules a second time. Luckily for her, Jade had already moved on.
‘Holy shit, I could fuck this ass forever. I thought your throat was good, but this is even better. Then again,’ she smirked, ‘there’s always room for improvement.’
When she sank into Kate from behind Jade’s world finally made sense. There were more dominant positions to fuck in but something about taking Kate doggystyle offered the perfect marriage of carnality and control. Gripping Kate’s shoulder to keep her in position Jade drove in until the blonde’s ass was crushing up against her crotch. Before she even gave her first thrust Jade knew they would remain in this position for a long, long time – her hands hooked around Kate’s hips, the crack of groin against ass echoing like gunfire, their bodies parting and colliding over and over and over again. The only thing that could have improved it was a mirror on the wall so Kate could see what a slut she truly was.
Still, Jade’s words were as corruptive as any reflection.
‘Do you want to know what you are, cunt? You’re just a dumb little whore who’ll do anything for my cock. You’re a skank. A tramp. There’s nothing behind that pretty face, is there? Nothing but the need to be used like the slut you are. All you ever dream about is choking on cock, drowning in cum. Well I’m here to make those dreams come true. But I can’t promise you’ll still be sane after I do.’
And with that she began to thrust once more.
Subspace was a familiar friend for Kate, but right now it was approaching far faster than ever before. Already her thoughts were blurring at the edges, succumbing to the blissful blankness, and Jade’s degrading words were evidently intended to accelerate the process. Because while Korra loved nothing more than taking her time and drawing Kate into submission agonisingly slowly, Jade lacked that patience. She wanted Kate as her cockdumb cumdump, and she wanted it now.
But before the emptiness took over Kate had something to ask.
‘What about you? Do you know what you are?’
Slowing her pace Jade raised an eyebrow. ‘Enlighten me.’
‘This. This is what you are. No masks, no restraints, no pretending. Just lust without inhibition. I think this is who you’ve always been deep down. You just needed the right person to help you set it all free. Someone you can belong with.’
If Jade had retained Justin’s memories she would have understood why Kate’s words hit so hard. In that moment she realised she’d never felt more seen nor more understood by anybody, lover or otherwise. Jade’s list of sexual conquests was far too long for her to keep track of anymore, yet this impish blonde had crept into her soul where all the others had failed. And with those few short sentences Kate had managed to steal her way into Jade’s heart like nobody else before her.
Not that Jade had any intention of letting her know that.
‘Is that so? Well, if you think you can read me so well, how about we put that to the test? Let’s see how insightful you after I fuck every last IQ point from that ditzy brain of yours. I doubt it will take very long – there’s not much to get rid of in the first place.’
Sliding her hand from Kate’s shoulder to her ass, Jade made it look as if she was about to speed up again. She was rewarded by an acceleration in Kate’s breathing. But rather than physically fuck her into submission, Jade drove her over the edge into subspace with words instead.
Darting forwards she yanked on Kate’s shoulder with her free hand and moved as if to kiss her. Instead, with their lips feathering over one another she made a single sultry promise.
‘I’m going to dismantle your world, kitten.’
A year earlier, Kate and Korra had consummated their deviant new bond in the same position, in the same room, in the same cabin. And now Jade had joined her in the throes of magical hedonism. Later, when the truth finally came to light, they would both see the deviant beauty in this cycle of corruption. But in that moment, with Jade embracing the amoral void inside and Kate in freefall through eternal subspace, neither of them paid any heed as history repeated itself…
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Another chapter, another scene that turned out very differently than planned. This time the model I originally had in mind for the scene was Jessy Dubai, but as with other chapters I was unable to find a gallery I felt worked for her. Still, when I stumbled on this scene while looking through galleries for other trans female models on my list, it was an instant yes from me.
Quite frankly, Kate Zoha is one of those models who I feel simply doesn’t miss. Though many models have scenes that I am less interested in than others, I could gladly watch pretty much any scene of Zoha’s, and so the idea of bringing her character back was one I simply couldn’t pass up. Add to that the fact this scene was set in the same location as her previous appearance, thereby allowing me to maintain continuity between the two stories, and that it gave me the chance to bring in Jade Venus as a model, who is similarly fantastic, and there was no way I was leaving this one unused.
Having said that, now might be a good time to highlight that I do still really want to include Jessy Dubai in a future story. The same goes for Austin Young and Canela Skin too. Just because I couldn’t find a gallery that clicked for me this time around, doesn’t mean I plan to stop looking. Whether or not I do further Fantasy Universes series in the future is up in the air, but I have done Club Fantasy standalone stories before and would gladly do them again. Plus there’s the possibility of me focusing on any one of those models in a different ongoing series, such as the Witches. All of which is to say that if you are a fan of any of the models I’ve mentioned here, I am still very much interested in weaving them into this world somewhere down the line. I’m just waiting for the right time to do so.
Image galleries: https://shemalestardb.com/galls/kate-zoha-nervously-enters-studio-there-for/156789/
https://shemalestardb.com/galls/get-ready-for-today-s-update-this-one-is/158819/
https://shemalestardb.com/galls/get-ready-for-latest-tgirls-porn-episode/148432/
