⚠️ WARNING:
THIS STORY INCLUDES SUBJECT OF ABORTION/MISCARRIAGE, SUICIDE, DEMONS, AND SPIRITUAL POSSESSION. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THOSE SUBJECTS, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!⚠️
Many never take into account what it's like to be truly haunt...
As the evening sky radiated in hues of citrine orange and dragon fruit pink, Renée led Chloe to the master bedroom.
Chloe gawked at the luxury the space held. Walls of limestone held simple yet elegant paintings by the fireplace that was adjacent to the low-rise, king-sized bed. A gleaming window stood behind it, while the open window leading to the balcony was a few feet ahead of it.
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"This house is so beautiful..." Chloe said in awe, "...I almost feel unworthy to be here..."
"On the contrary, darling..." Renée uttered, "...there's no other person fit to be here than you..."
Chloe blushed as she turned to face Renée, melting at the feeling of Michael's lips dancing against the skin of her neck.
"We want you to feel as comfortable and free in this moment as possible..." he husked, squeezing her curves before bringing Renée in to trap the dread-headed woman in between them, "...feel everything...escape in the ecstasy..."
Chloe all but melted at the otherworldly warmth the couple emanated as they indulged themselves. She turned her head some just in time to meet Michael's lips in a hungry kiss, their tongues immediately performing a dance with one another.
Renée used the opportunity to nibble on the woman's neck, smoothly stripping her out of her clothes until she was in nothing but her bra and panties.
Before long, the ebony brought Chloe on the bed, prompting the girl to sit against her front. With predatory eyes, Michael slithered his way onto the bed, his lips inches away from Chloe's clothed pussy.
"I just know you're as sweet as you sound..." he husked, using the pad of his middle finger to gently rub her clit to see that cute little wet spot form, "...mmmm, there you go, beautiful...that feel good?"
"Mhmmm..." Chloe moaned, leaning into the affection Renée gave her through soft love bites to her nape, "...I'm sorry if I seem desperate...it's been a while..."
"Oh, you have nothing to apologize for, love..." Renée cooed, caressing the dread-headed woman's breasts, "...we want to make you feel loved...wanted...fuck, you're so wanted..."
The next thing Chloe felt was Michael's tongue on her pussy. It caressed her southern heat with such reverence as he groaned against her, encapsulating her clefts with his full lips. Chloe mewled at the sensation as she watched him, Renée's teasing ministrations only fueling her fire.
"How does she taste, babe?" the Brit asked.
"Like heaven..." Michael husked, his dark eyes gleaming up at her before beckoning her to join him.
