Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors - Sex Stories

Parallel Mirrors: Infinity Mirrors

... to her cunt, her breasts heaving, each thrust and pump sending sparks of delight shooting into space, Her will, desire, and passion became catalysts of reality, her stunted, fractured psyche forming the worlds.

His huge, throbbing cock plunged into her, the demon’s loins smashing against her undulating ass as she writhed in bliss. His turgid shaft was a mammoth lance, plunging into her wetness. Then, the knurls of his knotted, demonic member caressed her innards, making her eyes fail to see, her mouth unable to speak. Those textured ridges then became gibbering mouths, playfully nibbling on her erogenous zones, pulling her sensitive flesh into sculptures of profane, joyous lust.

As he thrust into her, his length so deep that her innards slammed against each other, his girth so swollen that his pumping threatened to tear her apart, he held it there, his cock expanding and contracting, both in length and girth, until it felt like she was spinning through the ether, impaled on a gyrating, twisting, pumping shaft as he held her against his fiery body.

Then, all was gone. Freya, held by her demonic patron, called both John Dee and Choronzon, was no longer a physical creature; only sexual energy, horny rapture, and erotic bliss remained. She was no longer being fucked. The two creatures, one mortal woman kissed by the gods, and the demon, melded into a singular entity. Their thoughts, emotions, and feelings became one. Freya could feel herself fucking herself, likewise ...

... feeling how he felt, what he thought. It was sensory overload, and the unreal sensation pulled her fragmented, lunatic mind back to wholeness. Permeating all was the feeling of being submerged in the joyousness of sex, the brutal fucking possessing her.

She felt his love for her, cold and fierce, just like his heart. Beating strongly, Dee’s heart pumped with her, the life force of their blood intermingling in the unholy union. Feeling his strength, his detached coldness, she countered with the warmth of her mortal soul, her beating heart, and her wounded mind. Then, they were once more in the center of the mirror’s ring, his large, still-hard cock owning her heart and immortal soul.

“I surrender to the madness. Never stop fucking me like that.”

Screaming louder, mirrors of possible realities shattering behind her, flames flickering to nothingness, stunted and snuffed into blackness, Freya’s newly-manifested fingers found her clit, her frenzied masturbation adding sexy harmonics to his demonic music as he fucked her into a literal oblivion. Impaled upon his writhing, fluid cock, fucked better, deeper, and harder than she had ever thought possible, Freya’s essence splintered further, and she lost herself, her identity, under his powerful vigor. The demonic John Dee, having pursued her relentlessly through hundreds of alternate worlds, had finally closed the circle. She was his chosen one; Freya finally understood that.

Empowered, all worries over sanity or if magick ...