Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors

... torture.

Between the flaming, brass bowls, an ornate, gilded throne stood, looking ancient and regal. He sat on the plush, red velvet cushions, his skin gray and mottled. Curving horns jutted from his demonic head, spiraling into themselves, and his lips were a ghastly charcoal color, his eyes like a serpent’s, lemon-yellow instead of whites. His fierce, cruel visage remained, only the guise of humanity had been shed, showing his demonic, true form.

“I’m tired of running, mentally broken, and just want it to end, John, Dee,” Freya boldly stated, her voice sounding aroused and confident. “Destroy me. I’m tired of running and can’t tell what is real.”

“Foolish mortal,” he mused, his sneer showing needle-like fangs, the talons on his muscular fingers clacking on the carved wooden arms of the throne. “Why dost thee forsake my gift, my child?”

“Gift? Madness, having no place, always running, unable to have a normal life is what you call a gift?”

“As I am your patron, in spirit, the Mother Earth your balancing counter, I bestowed my powers unto you. Your endless flight was not away from danger but into it. I shall teach you control, my mortal child.”

His cock, long, thick, and demonically beautiful, instantly sprang to hardness, sending erotic jolts through Freya’s core. It was knurled, curving upward, and it pulsed with the rhythm of creation, life, pain, anguish, ecstasy, and delight, all bliss and rapture concentrated within it. As if compelled through primal, ...

... guttural instinct, Freya could only nod, her hands caressing her pert breasts on their own accord. Dropping to her knees, tears finally flowing as she realized that her magick was, indeed, madness, she pointed her shapely ass toward his erection, wiggling her hips in reluctant invitation.

John Dee—Choronzon—stood, his equestrian hooves clacking on the rutted, pitted surface of this netherworld, and took his position behind her. “Awash in the fires of the abyss and anointed with the powers of Earth’s creation, take my magical seed inside of you and unlock the control of your gifts.”

Freya’s entire body quivered and undulated in a mix of endless terror and cosmic bliss.

“Concentrate, my child of ritual. Focus on your pleasure. Forget reality; you create it in your sexual release. Focus on the world of your desires, your thoughts, and receive.”

Freya’s horrific trepidation reached new heights, her mind fracturing into dust motes, overcome with fear. Still, unable to do anything, her body refused to move as if she were under some spell forbidding movement. She awaited the agonizing torture of being taken by the demon, John Dee. Screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice sounding distant, never echoing, her mind, soul, heart, and physical body combined into a singularity, a mote of madness borne of lusty passion, the last, desperate wail of the damned.

Despite her mental preparation for the torture that she was positive would ensure, Freya was unprepared for the ...