‘Hey Brad,’ Wrath cooed. The sweetness of her tone was revolting on her tongue, but she wanted to lure her prey into a false sense of security before bringing his world crashing down. As she’d expected, the athletic jock was more than receptive. Crossing the room somewhat unsteadily, he beamed even as his pint sloshed over the cuff of his shirt, saturating it. There was a lustful gleam in his
As usual, the only vivacious thing about Sloth was the sordid gleam in her eye. Everything else about her person was relaxed to an almost worrying degree. She swirled the contents of her cocktail slowly, the gold glitter within shimmering as if mirroring the thick swathes of yellow-orange lights strung between the trees outside, which refracted through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows to dapple the entire room in shifting spots of
The devious smile that twisted Gluttony’s lips as she heard her soon-to-be lovers arrive home was so wide it practically tickled her ears. Just their deep voices sent shivers down her spine and she was already dripping wet at the very thought of what they’d do once they found her in the bedroom. She could hear three or four unfamiliar voices, plus one she knew, and as they approached the
Envy was reeling with sheer, mindless ecstasy. Each time she returned to the mortal realm it seemed a little more suited to her: hypersexualised celebrities strutting about inspiring insatiable jealousy into the masses with their perfect bodies and vast wealth; social media addicts perpetually wishing they were living the lives of influencers or brand ambassadors or even just friends who seemed far happier online than in reality; the endless pursuit
Strutting down the pavement, Pride wore a self-satisfied smirk as the crowds parted around him. The street was thronging with Halloween revellers – children scurrying about dressed as ghosts and zombies, twenty-something women wearing scarcely anything making their way to house parties in giggling groups, flustered parents hurrying after their kids in cheap outfits bought from the store. The air was filled with the excited buzz of their conversation, not
Elliott made his first wish as he stepped out of the house: he wished for confidence. Though he had dabbled in magic here and there before, he had half-expected the wishing perfume he’d brewed for himself wouldn’t work, but the moment the words left his mouth he felt a thrill of energy roll through him and the nerves that had been nagging at him all day evaporated instantly. He held
Lounging back on her soft pink sofa, Baroness Bubbles heard the man’s orgasm approaching through staccato moans and shallow grunts. Puffing a bubble into her gum she angled herself into his line of fire and was soon rewarded with a spray of his deliciously sticky seed. The strings of cum splattered across her face, neck and chest, slithering over her sweaty flesh like oil on water, decorating her beautiful features
Kenny did not recognise the woman who entered. She was small and slender – a waif of a thing really – with the grey of age showing in her temples. She wore a tweed jacket over a plain white blouse and plainer black trousers, her flat shoes some fifty years out of date – older than she was, he was certain of that – and though she cast him a
Carter stumbled backwards, cold dread flooding his system as the scantily clad intruder slowly advanced. ‘No, you can’t. You can’t be here. Sonny, you can’t. I… I don’t understand. How did you get in? No, what am I saying – you’re not here. I… I’m seeing things… I have to be…’ Even so, Carter continued to edge away, practically crouching with his hands held out in a defensive manner as
‘That’s right, dickhead, fuck her prude ass. No chance she’s ever getting that perfect cock in her pussy again. Oh no, only I get to feel that.’ Terri frowned as the blonde slut between her legs came up for air, ‘No, bitch, I didn’t say you could breathe, get back to work!’ Clutching her by the hair she dragged her back into her pussy, which she lapped at obediently. Lying
