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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...
The air was thick with silence and tension, the atmosphere stifling. Time seemed to crawl by, each minute feeling like an hour as they waited in tense anticipation.
The only sounds that broke the silence were Jasmine's mutterings and nervous movements, her body restless and agitated.
Jasmine approached her mom, her body pressed close and her voice low and sultry. "Mom, I can't take it anymore," she murmured, her hands skimming up her mom's arms. "I need you to help me take the edge off. Can you do that for me, please?"
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Elara's face turned red, a mixture of surprise and desire flooding through her at her daughter's words. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she looked into Jasmine's eyes.
"Sweetie," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "What do you mean? How can I help?"
Jasmine wrapped her arms around Elara's waist, pulling her closer. "You know what I need, Mom," she purred, her body pressing against her mom's. "I need you to help me relax, to make me feel good. Can you do that for me?"
Elara's breath caught in her throat, her body responding to Jasmine's touch in ways she wasn't entirely comfortable with. "Jasmine, I don't know if this is appropriate..." she muttered, even as her body betrayed her words, her arms encircling Jasmine's slender waist.
"Please, Mommy," Jasmine pleaded, her voice a low, sultry whisper in Elara's ear. "I need this. I need you. Don't deny me."
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Elara's resistance crumbled under the onslaught of Jasmine's words and touch. "Okay," she whispered, her voice shaky. "Okay, I'll help you, sweetie."
Jasmine let out a soft sigh of relief, her body sagging against Elara's for a moment before straightening up and looking into her mom's eyes. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice earnest and grateful.
Elara's arms tightened around Jasmine's waist, pulling her closer. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice still thick with desire. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, both acknowledging their lust for each other. Jasmine's eyes were welcoming her mother to consume every inch of her, her lips parted slightly, inviting what was to come. Elara leaned in and pressed her lips against Jasmine's.
