Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors

... sensations of his demonic hardness entering her throbbing, wet hole. Expecting pain, anguish, despair, and humiliation, all the woman could do was gasp in erotic delight. Choronzon’s cock didn’t fuck her; it consumed her soul, ate her heart, and replaced her fractured essence with joy, power, and pleasure. Her insanity morphed into bliss, the netherworld around her melting into nothingness, the only tangible thing, countless tongues caressing her nerves from the inside out.

She sought her clit, finding herself incorporeal, but focusing on the sensation of her clit being pounded, tugged, and pummeled created butterflies of Eros, and they danced over the mist that used to be her mortal coil, plunging her consciousness into a hot, wet, sensual mass of ecstasy, pleasure, and eroticism that defied words or description. His demon-cock expanded, filling her molten chasm as the knurls and hide-like texture of his mammoth appendage rubbed against places that sent starbursts of orgasmic bliss, unlike any sensations she’d ever experienced, shooting outward and through her, erotic joy beaming through Heaven, Hell, and infinity.

A sensual, external heat blanketed her writhing body in rapture as his hardness plunged inside of her. His cock writhed, reverberated, and plunged, not a lump of hard, sexy flesh, but a whirring, cascading, demonic entity, exploring her innards, carving out doubt, fear, and madness, leaving strength and horny abandon in its wake. Infinite universes were ...

... born with each thrust, galaxies exploding, spraying their carnal bliss into the far reaches of reality.

Flickering in and out of material existence, Freya felt with more than her body; her soul erupted into spasms of horny lust, passion flowing from her, melding with the core motes of reality. Suddenly feeling material, the warmth of creation possessing her, consuming her will, all thoughts, and transmogrifying into a demon-cock-driven assault of pleasure without retreat or surrender. Gods, angels, and demons, all in erotic union, frolicked through her mind, Freya’s ears hearing ethereal choirs of lust-induced chanting as their music.

Slamming her passion-reddened ass back onto his thrusting member, Freya screamed in passion, her hands materializing, a force of sheer will, mind over reality, grabbing her taut nipples and tugging on them until the force of her impassioned craze left them swollen, jutting into the floor as she screamed in passion, moaning for Choronzon to fuck her harder.

“Focus on the flame, my lusty child. ‘Tis your world to bend and shape to your desires.”

As the universe reversed its course, contracting itself into a primal seed, Freya felt the energy of the multiverse well up inside her loins, explosions of ecstatic thunder shaking her soul. Then, the demon’s cock became part of her realm, under her control as the universe reassembled itself, cosmic beams of life, lust, desire, and passion shooting outward. The magic of existence set nuclear fire ...