Models: Adira Allure & Kristof Cale
When Ashley finally managed to usher everybody out of the room it was like she’d gone deaf. Happy as she was with her roommates – Perri, Gabby and Kelsey all made for easy company – as it turned out there was a big downside to staying with the bride-to-be. Because barely ten minutes after arriving in their room, the entire bachelorette party had come bustling in laden with makeup and possible outfits for the night.
The hours since had been one long ‘get ready with me’ session, complete with an incessant stream of idle gossip from the likes of Lydia, Kendall and Maddie. It was the kind of stereotypically vain menagerie Ashley couldn’t stand and so she retreated to the balcony to read. At first Gabby and Kelsey joined her, which wasn’t a surprise given that the three of them had met Perri at their local book club. Eventually though they too disappeared inside. Ashley didn’t have the kind of self-confidence it took to get ready in front of so many relative strangers (most of Perri’s university friends she knew by name but had never met in person before today) so rather than join them she had curled up in the balcony armchair and continued to read.
Now they were all gone the room felt cavernously empty. Even so, signs that the girls had been here were everywhere. The vanity was littered with palettes and brushes while both beds were completely concealed beneath a slew of outfits that hadn’t made the final cut. When they first arrived Ashley had been somewhat confused to find a single room with two double beds, but by now she had shrugged it off as just another quirk of the club; after all, Club Fantasy had a reputation for being a very wild night, so she supposed it was only natural the rooms would cater for equally unconventional sleeping arrangements.
Standing amongst the aftermath of a hurricane of femininity, Ashley felt a worm of agitation wriggling in her gut. Mingling with the group would surely have been difficult for her, but deep down she still wished she could be more like them. Wished she could let her hair down the way they did, or wear something sexy without self-doubt nagging in her ear.
And tonight of all nights she was craving the chance to be admired. Ashley was six years older than Perri, and though she was excited for her friend’s impending marriage, it was nonetheless a reminder of what Ashley hadn’t yet found: somebody to adore her the way Vander adored Perri. Such amorous adoration was something she yearned for deeply, yet so far the perfect man remained elusive.
Maybe tonight’s the night you find him, a little voice whispered at the back of her mind. Ashley scoffed – she doubted it. But it can’t hurt to hope, can it? And there’s no better excuse to dress to impress.
This, at least, was an argument Ashley could not deny. Unfortunately, all the outfits she’d bought along were underwhelmingly mundane. But as luck would have it, their room offered more than just beds and a balcony.
Marching into the walk-in wardrobe, Ashley marvelled at the bounty of stunning clothes lining the rails. Elegant dresses pressed up against sleek tuxedos; cosy pyjamas rubbed shoulders with satin bathrobes; a slew of bikinis and swim shorts, which seemed odd given Club Fantasy’s notable lack of anywhere to wear them. There was a even an impressive display of wigs, which Ashley was sure Kelsey would be eager to peruse if she hadn’t already. The wardrobe was a fashionista’s paradise, and though she had heard a bunch of excuses from the other girls as to why they weren’t using any of the outfits within (Maddie had claimed everything was far too tacky, while Jessie lamented that the sheer variety was too overwhelming to process) Ashley found it hard to believe everybody had turned down the opportunity.
Their loss, she thought as she bypassed the railings and made for the shelves. It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for.
The gorgeous lingerie set was displayed proudly on a velvet-lined shelf. In Ashley’s book it didn’t even qualify as underwear: the bra had no cups, just a series of straps arranged to frame the wearer’s breasts, and there were no panties at all, just a frilly lace garter belt and a set of stockings.
‘Every sexy outfit starts with killer lingerie,’ Ashley murmured, running her fingers over the stockings. It was a sentiment she’d overheard Maddie repeat multiple times tonight – and given how hot she’d looked when the group departed Ashley figured she knew what she was talking about.
If there had been anybody around to see her Ashley would never have dreamed of trying on the lingerie. But there isn’t anybody around, pointed out that little inner voice. And maybe if you try these on now, you’ll have enough confidence to tempt a hot hunk into peeling them off later.
Ashley wasn’t sure where this deviant streak had come from all of a sudden, but she wasn’t about to argue. Practically flinging off her clothes, she slipped on the lingerie before she had a chance to second guess the decision.
Ashley never did find out if the raunchy underwear made her feel sexy, for the moment she clipped the last garter into place she was struck by a surge of breathtaking arousal. It rose alarmingly fast, a river of pleasure that broke its banks and swamped her consciousness in a single heartbeat. Her mind was immediately dragged beneath the surface, though as she slumped to the floor her hand instinctively fell to her groin in an attempt to channel her ecstasy.
But her efforts were in vain, and as she sat with her back against the wall all she could do was writhe and giggle as her transformation eroded her very reality.
Had anybody walked in on her then, it would have looked like Ashley was deflating. Ashley was not fat, but her plump tits and broad hips gave her a very full physique. Now though her sweeping curves smoothed into a much lither figure that nonetheless remained nubile and tight despite the dramatic loss of body weight. Thanks to her skimpy lingerie there was an unimpeded view as her breasts more than halved in size to better fit the straps of her bra, and with her pussy similarly exposed there was nothing to conceal the small patch of trimmed pubic hair that arose to crown her tight sex.
By the time the transformation encroached upon Ashley’s face her arousal had reached such a level that the moans snagged in her throat. Her neat ginger bob bleached and lengthened, unspooling into silky currents: brown at the roots, blonde at the tips and undulating softly halfway down her spine. Between these golden curtains her features were rearranged into an unfamiliar visage, though the changes didn’t make her any more or less pretty – they simply granted her beauty of a different type. Before tonight Ashley’s face was one of soft edges and innocence. Now her features had a sultry aura with eyes deep enough to drown in and a bewitching smile complemented by shallow dimples.
And like any recipient of Club Fantasy’s magical touch, no detail was left unattended. Indeed, as her transformation began to ebb Ashley’s new body was swarmed by a host of minor details. The freckles on her cheeks and forearms blinked out of existence; her clavicles became a fraction more prominent; the pale patch of shoulder skin where she’d had a tattoo removed faded away, while a couple of new designs arose elsewhere. In fact, the only thing left untouched was the blue bracelet around her left wrist – for that had a significance even the club was unwilling to touch.
No sooner had Adira’s transformation settled than the impish blonde sprang to her feet and hurried into the bedroom, eager to admire the pretty lingerie she’d just found.
If not for her transformation, Adira would have been alarmed to find that the room beyond the walk-in wardrobe was not the same she had left just a few minutes earlier. One of the beds had gone missing, the carpet had become laminate, and the space was illuminated by a bejewelled chandelier rotating lazily overhead. Not that the extra light was even necessary, for bright sunshine shafted through the windows, which themselves offered a beautiful sea view.
But with no memory of Club Fantasy left to alarm her, Adira didn’t notice a thing.
Hurrying over to a full body mirror standing in one corner she took the opportunity to savour her stunning figure from every angle. The risqué lingerie was turning her on so much she had to squeeze her thighs together to stop herself squirming.
‘Oh, he’s not going to be able to keep his hands off me,’ she grinned at her reflection.
Pivoting back around, Adira made to head back into the wardrobe. Sure, her underwear looked hot, but she should probably put on something a little more modest so her man could unwrap his surprise.
Before she could take a step, a gentle groan sounded from the adjacent room.
A little voice popped into her head. Or you could just cut to the chase, it suggested. He might enjoy stripping you, but if you show up like this he’ll be so horny he won’t know what to do with himself.
Adira didn’t need telling twice: if there was one thing she’d learned over the years it was to always listen to her inner slut. So without a second thought she slunk from the bedroom, her newly minted mind already swirling with depraved desires…
In many ways, Kenzo wasn’t all that different to Ashley. Like her he had elected to linger in his room while the others headed down to the club; like her he lacked the confidence to mingle. But they did have one key difference: while Ashley was relatively content with her lot in life, Kenzo yearned for so much more.
Unfortunately, that yearning made jealousy a constant companion. Any time spent socialising inevitably forced Kenzo into contact with people living the kind of life he wished he could. Confident, chatty, attractive people who could hold a conversation as easily as they could tempt somebody to bed. Exposure to such and individuals always seeded weeds of envy in his gut, so to avoid this Kenzo had learned to keep others at a distance. As such, even though Vander had tried to talk him into joining the shared accommodation, Kenzo had stubbornly assured his old university friend he would be better off rooming alone.
Not that solitude was much better. The side effect of avoiding jealousy by avoiding people was that it left him with only his thoughts for company. Back home he had enough distractions for this to be tolerable. But tonight was a different matter. Tonight he was expected to spend hours in a club thronging with people; tonight he had to pretend he wouldn’t give anything to live a day in their shoes. Frankly he didn’t even care whose shoes anymore: a dumb bull, a vain bitch, a roguish womaniser. Anything but more of this oppressive longing.
If he didn’t show up downstairs soon he knew Vander would come looking for him. But he still had a little longer before his absence became suspicious, and as luck would have it his accommodation came equipped with a complementary decanter of whiskey.
On the house, said the small card propped against the squat crystal bottle.
Keen to take the edge off his nerves before he made an appearance downstairs, Kenzo was already on his second glass. Gazing blankly into the swirling liquid, he sipped slowly from a twinkling glass tumbler as he slumped in the armchair beside his bed.
When his transformation took effect it did so gradually, as if cautious not to startle him. The initial changes were subtle: hair shifting from light brown to dark while shooting through with flecks of white; slender fingers growing fractionally thicker; the veins of his forearms rising more prominently to the surface.
Still, the more whiskey he drank the more magic seeped through his tissues – and the more significant the changes became.
Even with his slouched posture it was clear Kenzo was growing significantly taller. Bones creaked and joints popped as his limbs and spine extended, while extra layers of musculature settled into place to match his new proportions. A dark stubble beard bristled into being across his lower jaw even as his facial features shifted into more rugged lines. Soon enough his pale, wide-eyed expression was replaced by a handsome charm edged with shades of roguishness – the kind of face that could somehow be honest, deceptive and seductive all at once.
Yet throughout it all, Kenzo didn’t notice a thing. From the very first drop the whiskey’s magic began to infuse a pleasant fog through his thoughts, ensuring that by the time the main transformation kicked in Kenzo’s mind was no longer attached to his body. And wherever it drifted to, it never came back. Because while Kenzo’s psyche remained lost in the ether a new persona rose to take his place.
Hauling himself out of the armchair Kristof sauntered unsteadily out of the bedroom, whiskey glass still in hand. Though his intention was to head onto the balcony he never made it that far. Just a few steps into the next room his head began to swim and he was forced to drop heavily onto the blue velour sofa, groaning gently as he did so. With his former memories washed away, the fact that this room was all wrong – that neither the sofa nor the balcony had existed just a few minutes earlier, and that the sun was now high in the sky rather than dipping towards the horizon – was lost on Kristof. With a hand against his face, it was all he could do to try and order his whiskey-muddled thoughts into a sensible order.
Just then, Kristof sensed movement through the gaps in his fingers. He frowned: he’d thought he was alone. But the sight that greeted him when he raised his hand sliced through his jumbled mind like a samurai blade and all at once everything came rushing back.
‘Hey hot stuff,’ Adira smiled.
His hookup’s lingerie left nothing to the imagination. Her tits and pussy bare, her legs hugged by shiny stockings, and her expression bright with mischief, she looked so hot Kristof had to blink several times to be sure he wasn’t dreaming. Despite the dramatic changes to his body, Kenzo’s transformation had done nothing to his clothes aside from expand them to fit Kristof’s broader frame, and now the crotch of his trousers began to rise.
Unable to find his voice, Kristof’s mouth hinged open and closed uselessly.
Slinking closer, Adira’s smile grew wider. ‘What’s the matter, babe? Lost for words? That’s odd – as I recall you were very vocal last night.’
It was blatantly obvious Adira was loving Kristof’s flustered state. Her eyes glittered with fiendish amusement as his eyes drank in her nubile figure, shifting erratically from her legs to her tits to her pussy to her face as he struggled to decide which was most enticing. Evidently keen to exploit his building arousal she approached him slowly, drawing out every step so that the closer she came the harder his heart thundered in anticipation of what would happen when she finally reached him.
‘I… I didn’t realise you were still here. I woke up and I… I thought you’d gone.’
Adira was close now. Close enough that he could see the delicate stitching of her garter belt and sunlight playing on individual strands of hair. Kristof’s breath caught as she bent down abruptly, her face suddenly filling his view.
Agonisingly slowly she raised a hand to his chin. ‘Now why would I do that? I’m not finished with you yet, handsome. I was just getting ready for round two.’
When she kissed him Kristof’s thoughts became a blur of longing. He hadn’t thought it possible that he could want Adira more than he had last night, but that yearning for her – for her lips, her touch, her body – was now so strong it threatened to suffocate him. Suddenly charged with lust, he kissed her back hard, one hand settling across her back to hold her close as the other found her nape.
Little did Kristof realise he was playing right into Adira’s hands. The kiss was just a distraction – something to stop him noticing her hands fumbling with his trousers. By the time he realised she had released his cock it was already too late, for there was only a fraction of a second to anticipate what came next. Then she had broken off their kiss, pushed one of his legs to the back of the sofa, and wrapped her perfect lips around his shaft.
Kristof’s world melted. The pleasure that emanated from her gliding lips and swirling tongue was somehow devastating and comforting all it once. The intensity put fireworks and bombs to shame, powerful enough to leave him reeling, yet the way it spread slowly out from his groin, through his torso and on to his extremities was reminiscent of the blossoming warmth of a hot chocolate on a cold winter’s evening.
When he looked down he found her eyes fixed on him. Her hair was flipped to one side, tangled over one shoulder while the other was left bare, and he could just about see her tits swaying softly as she bobbed her head. Further down her plump ass jiggled in a similar fashion, but soon everything beyond Adira’s face was lost in a haze as his vision blurred at the edges.
She was amazing at this. Better than any woman he’d ever slept with. And as she continued to sweep up and down his manhood Kristof’s mind was transported to last night – the night he’d hooked up with the hottest minx he’d ever laid eyes on.
He first spotted her when he arrived at Fantasy Resort. Though the reception was unmanned there was an envelope containing his keycard waiting on the front desk, and as he lugged his case through the grounds he’d caught sight of Adira lounging on the balcony of her villa. Basking in the sunshine Adira had looked almost agonisingly hot. Her stunning body was accentuated by a pale pink bikini and a broad floppy hat shaded her face as she read what looked from the cover to be a very steamy novel.
But it was only when their paths crossed in a bar later that night that Kristof realised how incredibly beautiful she was too. Dressed in a figure-hugging sequined cocktail dress, she shimmered under the warm lights – yet it was her smile that dazzled him most of all.
Once they started talking, Kristof was stunned to discover Adira was single. Somewhat guiltily he confessed that he’d assumed she was here with her partner, but that only made her laugh.
‘As it happens, my last man wasn’t a very good influence. Always made me feel self-conscious and mundane and unwanted. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt adored.’ Clearly some of those nerves still persisted, for as she spoke her eyes turned down to the bar and she fiddled anxiously with a lock of hair. ‘But not anymore. Now I’m free as a bird, and…’
‘And?’ Kristof prompted when she fell silent.
Adira blushed, but her lips plucked at the corners. ‘Well, like I said, I’ve not felt wanted in a long time. But there’s no time like the present, right?’ To Kristof’s astonishment she rested her hand on his and the question in her eyes was clear as fresh ice.
Kristof had come to Fantasy Resort in pursuit of some well-earned relaxation. His job kept him constantly busy and stressed, and if not staved off with regular breaks that stress would eat him alive. But his work-intensive lifestyle was also one of isolation – it was hard to hold down a relationship when spare time was an indulgence rather than a certainty – and that was something he hadn’t expected Fantasy Resort to alleviate. Yet here was Adira, offering to remedy the loneliness that had plagued him for years.
Even if it was only for a night, it was an offer Kristof could not resist. Then again, based on the sordid slurping currently filling the room, it seemed Adira was not content to let him off that easily.
By now her desire was beginning to get the best of her. Already her eyes were glazed with lust and though her vivacious pace was slathering his cock in saliva she made sure not to waste a drop of the precum leaking onto her tongue.
‘Fuck, you taste even better than last night,’ she purred, jerking him off as she spoke. With every stroke she rotated her hand, the motion making Kristof’s eyes flutter. ‘And if you taste better, then it stands to reason that you’ll feel better too.’
Kristof wanted so desperately to fuck her then. He wanted to drive her down onto her back and pound her into the sofa until neither of them could remember their own names. But even after she pulled away the lingering sensation of Adira’s lips continued to send aftershocks through his system. Weakened, he was unable to rise up – every time he tried a new surge would cripple him all over again.
Instead he could only watch as Adira tugged off his trousers and pivoted away from him. Sliding her feet beneath his thighs she aligned her sex with his. Then, to Kristof’s surprise, she chuckled.
‘What is it?’ he asked, his voice tight with longing. Her pussy was so close that being denied it for even a second was torture.
Though he couldn’t see her face, her smile was audible. ‘I’m just relieved, that’s all. You really don’t know how much I’ve missed feeling this naughty.’
Adira lowered her hips slowly, savouring every contour of Kristof’s cock. She moved so gradually it felt like she might never reach the base – that they would be eternally locked in this same position – and the more of his shaft that slid inside the broader her smile became.
‘Fuck,’ Kristof groaned. He couldn’t think of anything else to say. Adira had unbuttoned his shirt while she went down on him and now his bare chest rose and fell in deep, shuddering breaths. ‘Fuck.’
After what felt like an eternity, Adira’s ass finally reached his crotch. Yet rather than hold herself there or begin wildly bouncing, she did something that took Kristof completely off guard: she simply began to rise up again just as slowly. And so she continued, riding him at a pace so gradual it could barely be called riding at all, stretching out every second of pleasure until time itself seemed to lose all meaning.
For Kristof it was euphoric torture. Half of him wanted this to go on forever. The other half was driven mad with anticipation, constantly wondering when Adira’s restraint would break and she would work his manhood with all the insatiable neediness she had last night. But somehow her composure remained resolute, and though her voice was light and breathy when she spoke it was also thick with satisfaction.
‘I’ve dreamed of feeling this hot for so long I’d started to worry that it could never be as good as I’d imagined. And I was right, it’s not – it’s better.’
Once again Kristof’s thoughts drifted back to last night. Most of their hedonistic entanglement was a blur. After returning to Kristof’s villa they had collapsed into bed and not risen from the sheets for several hours. Amongst the shameless sensuality he could recall periods of slower desire in which they kissed softly and traced fingers delicately over one another’s bodies. But these were fleeting moments invariably followed by lengthy bouts of rejuvenated erotic energy. Despite the haziness of his memories, Kristof knew it was unquestionably the hottest night of his life.
So when he’d awoken to find himself alone in the bed a twist of emotions cut through him. On the one hand, part of him had assumed their paths would not cross for long; on the other, he had never craved somebody the way he did Adira, and her infectiously passionate company had completely eradicated his loneliness. His thoughts scattered, all he’d been able to do was slip on his discarded shirt and trousers and pour himself a glass of whiskey.
Now, as he slumped amongst the cushions, it seemed impossible that he’d failed to hear Adira rifling through the walk-in wardrobe. Then again, given how potent the whiskey was he hadn’t been in the most alert state of mind.
Fortunately, Adira’s surprise reappearance had chased away that haze, and now he had the overwhelming urge to satisfy her deepest desires. She could have left, but instead she chose to make lust with him again. And that was the kind of choice that deserved a very intimate thank you.
Adira jumped when Kristof suddenly seized her wrists. ‘What are you–?’ she began. But her question was cut off as he pulled her arms backwards and began to thrust up hard.
With his firm grip pulling her against his crotch she was unable to squirm away as his incredible cock impaled her deep. Until now the pleasure of his dick inside her had been a gentle warmth emanating in slow blossoms through her core. But the abrupt change of pace transformed that pleasure into intense ecstasy – a bright, burning desire that coiled through her insides. Within seconds her brow was slick with perspiration and her face was a mask of slutty bliss. Her tits started to bounce in time with his thrusts; her breath was driven out of her in shallow gasps.
‘Fuck yes,’ Kristof growled, his eyes fixed on her rippling ass. ‘You didn’t think you could tease me forever did you? Surely you knew riding me slow like that would only make me want to fuck you harder?’
Rotating her wrists in his grasp, Adira wrapped her own fingers around his forearms. ‘Of course I did, baby,’ she smirked. ‘I was banking on it. I wanted it.’
Now it was Kristof’s turn to smirk. ‘In that case, allow me to oblige. After all, whatever the lady wants, the lady gets.’
Just as it had the night before, their passion rapidly descended into a sordid symphony of colliding flesh, incoherent groans, and words of filthy encouragement.
Addicted to the sight of her jiggling cheeks, Kristof continued pounding her from below until her ass was flushed bright red from the repetitive blows. Though his stamina was impressive, eventually his forceful rhythm became too difficult to maintain, at which point Adira pivoted around to ride him cowgirl, his hands rising to grasp her flanks as she bucked and rolled and circled her hips with seemingly inexhaustible energy. Yet this position straddling his waist ensured that he was buried into her up to the base, and the sensation of taking him so deep soon scrambled Adira’s thoughts. From his vantage point Kristof was able to watch her gorgeous face transition from impish glee to drooling nymphomania, and he could not help but grin as cocklust visibly commanded her every motion.
By the time Kristof opted to take charge once again, Adira’s arms had gone limp, her head had lolled back, and her hips were pitching back and forth in an instinctive rhythm as her blank expression and fluttering lids made it clear all her rational thought had been leeched away. This vacancy made it all too easy to manhandle her, and she made no attempt to resist when he bent her over the back of the sofa to take her from behind. The sordid clap of their hips making contact was even louder in this position and as it echoed through the villa Kristof eyed his prize with deviant delight.
After a while she opened her mouth to speak, but Kristof shattered her words into an orgasmic cry by driving in especially hard. Her further attempts were met with the same erotic treatment as he used her own pleasure to gag her. The thrill of power drew a devilish grin over Kristof’s handsome features, though they both knew they didn’t need words to communicate their lust. Indeed, when Adira eventually gave up on speech and turned to face him the gleam of yearning desire in her eyes mirrored Kristof’s emotions perfectly.
Ultimately, neither of them knew how long this raunchy rendezvous would last. They might part ways within the hour or spend all week in a frenzy of passion. All they knew is neither of them wanted it to end.
It was some time later when Kristof found himself sprawled on the sofa with his head between Adira’s thighs. She was laid on her back, one leg raised on his shoulder, and while he pinned her hip down with one hand the other had two digits buried knuckle deep in her slick cunt. His tongue lapped hungrily at her folds, unable to satiate the desperate thirst for her pussy nectar that had suddenly opened up inside him.
‘How do you do this to me?’ he asked, the words tumbling out as he came up briefly for air. ‘How do you make me crave you so much? The longer I’m near you, the less I can imagine giving up your touch. It’s like you’re rewriting my mind.’
Wallowing in the pleasure of his pumping fingers, Adira’s eyes were closed when she replied. ‘Do you believe in magic?’
‘No,’ Kristof said, oblivious to the irony of his statement.
‘Maybe you should,’ she smiled.
The story Adira told then was the only remnant of Ashley that had survived her transformation. Though the experience had blended seamlessly into the new woman’s memories, in truth every detail had happened to Ashley just a week earlier.
‘I’ve always loved having my fortune told, but the last time I went was special. The fortune teller had this little backstreet shop – Morgana’s Magickerie – and it was all full of vials and herb bundles and spell books. I must have walked past the place a thousand times and I swear I’ve never seen it, but when I asked if she’d opened recently she just smiled and told me her shop likes to wander, whatever that means. She was so sweet and warm, and since I was the only one there she offered to give me a free reading.’
By now Kristof had stopped feeding on her sex, though he still eased his fingers slowly in and out. Opening her eyes, Adira caught his gaze.
‘Morgana said I was lucky. She said a great change was approaching and that I would soon experience the touch of real magic. That after the change I wouldn’t need to dream anymore, because reality would be everything I’d ever longed for. And she said she wanted me to have this.’ Raising her left hand, she admired the striped blue bracelet as if it were treasure. ‘According to her, it’s enchanted. It exudes a kind of temptation. Nothing too powerful – people don’t fall to their knees to worship me – but once I make love to somebody the bracelet sets to work. It strengthens our connection, entwines our souls until our desires meld into one.’ Returning her attention to Kristof she raised an eyebrow in amusement. ‘Apparently if I wear it long enough around my lover, we’ll become so close we’ll actually be able to switch bodies altogether. But I’m not sure I believe it’s quite that powerful.’
Kristof didn’t reply straight away. Instead he eased his fingers out before shifting slowly into position behind her so his powerful chest was pressed against her back. Rolling her onto her side he snaked his hands around to cup her breasts while the head of his cock nestled in the folds of her sex.
When he spoke his voice was close in her ear, warm breath playing across her neck and shoulders. ‘Neither do I, beautiful. At least, not right now. But one thing I do know is that last night I met a woman who can turn me on in ways I can’t put into words. I don’t know whether our meeting was fate, or magic, or just dumb luck, but I would give anything to keep falling further under her spell. So if that fortune teller says your dreams are due to become reality, then let me be the one to help bring them to life. Make a believer out of me.’
Gently pressing her tits into his palms, Adira raised one leg and shifted her hips closer against him. ‘Get that dick in me and I’ll show you real magic.’
Kristof didn’t need a second invitation. Using his hold on her torso as leverage he plunged in deep once more, the new position delivering fresh sensations to his groaning beau. And as they both eagerly succumbed to their mutual yearning for one another, Adira thought she felt the bracelet warm just a little, as if charged by their shameless depravity. She smiled, wondering if Morgana would be pleased that the fortune she’d foretold had come true.
But then Kristof hit her G-spot, her eyes rolled back in her skull, and her thoughts were scattered by a single word that would replay in her mind for hours to come: more, more, more…
Thanks for reading!
Adira Allure has been on my list of models to include in a Fantasy Universe series since at least Fantasy Resort, however one of the main reasons why it has taken so long to actually showcase her work is that I’ve often struggled to figure out what ‘version’ of her I should use, so to speak. Specifically, whether I should use a scene from before or after her breast enlargement.
If you’re reading my work I can only assume you have been exposed to plenty of porn, and therefore you’re no doubt aware that while many models in the industry are devoted to remaining natural, body augmentations are also commonplace and perhaps none more so than breast enhancements. Personally I feel that these are hit and miss in the sense that while some models pull off enlargements very well, in others the results don’t always suit them, at least in my opinion. And while this is undoubtedly a subjective opinion which others may justifiably disagree with (not least the models, whose opinion is ultimately the only one that matters), when I’m writing my stories my motivation is fuelled in large part by how attracted I am to the model therein. In Allure’s case, however, she is one of the few models where I feel that her surgery didn’t go one way or the other – she was smoking hot before, and she’s just as hot now. Which was a double-edged sword, because on the one hand it gave me basically her entire portfolio of work to draw from when selecting a gallery to use, but on the other hand meant I could not trim down the list of options based on which ‘version’ of her I was more attracted to.
In the end though, I am really pleased with the gallery I chose for her chapter. I think the scene in general is incredibly passionate, and though the galleries for it didn’t include a huge range of images, near enough every single one of those that were included was hot as fuck. I have no doubt that Allure will pop up in future stories on my blog, so if you enjoyed this then be sure to keep your eye out for those as and when they come along.
Also, for the eagle-eyed amongst my readers I can confirm that yes, this chapter does officially root my The Witches stories in the same world as Fantasy Universe. I have said before that I really like the idea of my stories almost all being set in the same world (albeit with some exceptions, such as Latex World Order, which is more of an alternate universe type deal). And while I didn’t go into any particular Club Fantasy chapter with the intention of using it as a link to other storylines, I was nonetheless happy to explore that idea when the opportunity arose.
That being said, don’t expect any crossovers between the narratives any time soon. It’s never something I would rule out completely (and if you have any requests for crossovers you would like to see then absolutely leave them in the comments), though for the most part I currently prefer limiting things to occasional references. Kind of like easter eggs for those who’ve read my other works, I guess. I will say that one upcoming chapter breaks this rule by including a much more solid link between Club Fantasy and a different existing storyline, but I won’t spoil that here. You’ll just have to keep on reading to find out what I mean!
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