Persephone in Winter - Chapter 10/11 - Sex Stories

Persephone in Winter - Chapter 10/11

... moaned quietly as her vision became more real to her, now narrated by her own inner voice. 'All those men - all those perfect men - all of them for me. So many of them - big, hard, throbbing - so much sex - all for me - for me - all for me...' Her body burned for them. Every nerve screamed for their touch. If only the bonds about her wrists would pull tighter, raise her off the floor, suspend her before them, her legs helplessly open, inviting invasion. She would let every last one of them have her to find what she needed, to be fucked brutally by the largest and most powerful of them, taking her body relentlessly, without feeling, fueled only by instinct-driven lust. Now and then, part of a face would appear - an eye, a nose, full lips, a square jaw - but just as it began to resemble a man who was known to her, it vanished again in shadow, teasing her with its familiarity, promising her nothing but sex, the jutting cock always in full view. Then, for an instant, she saw Steven's face, first in shadow, then in the shifting ambers and golds of the firelight. She blinked, trying to focus, at first sure that his face was a vision like all the others. But the others were gone now, chased away by returning reality, shrinking and fading into the darkness. Steven stood just inside the heavy door, eyes adjusting to the dim light, staring in disbelief at the wooden scaffold where Elyse hung by her wrists, her naked body gleaming with sweat, writhing and moaning beside her master. ...

... Simon stood close to her, his lean, muscular torso ablaze with light against the black depths of the room. He was naked as well, his cock still brutally hard, jutting proudly upward, glistening with her juices. Elyse cried out, suddenly limp against her restraints, shrinking back in horror, now certain that it was truly Steven's eyes that were fixed on her. Simon turned toward Steven in a flash, his eyes red burning embers, piercing Steven with lances of anger that paralyzed him. Steven froze, overwhelmed by the impossible scene upon the darkened stage. Like some bizarre Faustian nightmare played out before him, Elyse and Simon looked down at him, her Persephone shamed by his presence, his Hades enraged by it. Until that moment, Steven had never pictured them together; his mind wouldn't allow it. In the past it had been off-limits, a place where he refused to let his imagination wander. The reality of it robbed him of every trace of confidence and resolve. Steven broke free of Simon's stare, turned away, and fled. The walls of the hallway, the grand stairway and balcony overhead, the very substance of the mansion melted away as Steven made his escape. He ran blindly, allowing instinct to guide him through the wide doors and over the brilliantly lit portico, until he closed his hand around the handle of the car door, opened it and dropped into the seat. The engine started instantly, and before he could regain his senses, the car was speeding along the winding drive, through the ...