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Caution : A warning before you continue further. This story is a dark fantasy; it contains scenes that graphically depict sex with multiple partners, sex with demons, incest and anal sex. If any or all of these things are not to your taste then...
Alice's face twisted with shame and anger, but she couldn't deny the truth. Her hatred wasn't strong enough to push back what she wanted, what her daughter experienced with him that turned them into this state where they lost their blood relation and were ready to choose any way to live together...
Her ecstasy was going far beyond human relationships in she was, her lust was at its peak...she wanted to agree with the demon's statement but she also didn't wanna be that vulnerable in front of her husband..she didn't wanna lose her respect in his eye.... she'll struggle..she mumbles...
But..can she?....if anyone on this earth has the guts to control his lust, anger, and greed, isn't he or she considered a novel or some kind of god or saint ??
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She was looking at her husband and her daughters, thinking about where she got stuck because of her daughter's stupidity..... On the other hand, she just can't totally blame her daughter for this, even her urges wanted the same things...she wanted to experience...she wanted to feel craziness that's beyond human...she was fighting between her lust and blood relation..her inner fight was more fragile than her current situation.....
She couldn't stop her tears.....the only word that came out of her mind....just leave...uss.....
Alex watched helplessly, his face twisted in anger and humiliation. He wanted to scream, to shout, to do anything to stop what was happening, but the demon's hold on him was too strong.
In their helplessness, they were praying for death... No wonder that death was a far better solution than being in this situation...
The demon continued his torment, his hands exploring the wife's body with increasing audacity. "Don't fight it, dear," he whispered, his voice a taunting murmur. "You know you want this."
Alice's situation was between the devil and the dead blue sea. Her body wanted to satisfy its lust and her mind wanted to save her pride, her dignity in front of her husband...
her body tensed, her mind torn between her loyalty to her husband and the wicked allure of the demon. She tried to push him away, but her efforts were feeble and half-hearted.
What on earth I'm doing..I couldn't resist his presence...why my body is responding to his touch, Oh! My poor husband.... trust me... it's not in my control.....trust..me... I'm not betraying you...I just can't control......no..... matter....how many times I try I just can't help it..... just kill me...I don't wanna be his pawn..... Please!! Leave mee!!!! Alice was crying, sobbing, her facial expression and her body's act weren't the same...her husband couldn't understand if she should believe her words or what she was doing with him...
Her husband watched in horror as his wife responded to the demon's touch, her body leaning into him, her eyes closed in submission. He tried to call out to her, but the demon silenced him with a wave of his hand.
The wife's hands came up to the demon's chest, her fingers tracing the muscles through his shirt. She felt a shameful thrill at the feel of his body under her touch, her resistance crumbling with every moment.
