1. The Incubus' Bride: A Story


    Date: 4/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    piercingly callous and vinegary voice, but a quite humbled and tuneful tenor. It feels like he is in fact whispering to me, though a commonplace whisper wouldn’t be hearable enough. His syrupy voice is a soft sigh somehow, hearable and comprehensible enough in every logic and manner. I know. I do feel blameworthy for what he is declaring now. I have overlooked and shut my eyes to his gorgeous presence for so long a time. I think he is right. It is high time we patch up and mend our bond. He was never the one who threw away the other. It was I—Tori—myself as an unquestionable alternative. Oh goodness! Where do I start now? Right now, all I feel in my heart is bottomless and extremely ache and soreness. I enthusiastically and by my own individual preference do want to feel it anyway. Once I study and revise this stuff well, I will without doubt know how to deal and handle it should it crop up surprisingly in the coming days. “Well, what would I have to do for you to pardon this slip-up of mine, Jace?” I ask him coolly and composedly. He caresses and strokes my cheek. I jolt and shiver, quavering all the worse when I feel a sexual kind of weight sprint through my blood and veins. It is almost like I am now prepared and geared up to receive him. Damn me for this! He shifts and whisks his lips seriously close towards mine. I can really feel his breath fan and punch its way direct into my face; that lovable and breathtaking scent surfacing from his mouth? It makes me crave to open ...
    mine widely too and then gulp down and capture it all in. “Just accept me back, dear. And please do engage me in most things that you do. I want to feel quite special and honored in your life; and not like I am some total outsider that you do not even know. You can call on my support and backing whenever need it, and I swear, I will for all eternity be there to back and help you out in almost anything it is that you will be facing at that particular point in time. Do you consent to this?” I only nod quietly at him, without any small sound. After this, he goes on to sweep and brush and budge his lips against mine. I only stay still and frozen up, putting on hold and breaking to pause my breath just for this jiffy while to slip by. His lips—they feel so sugary and honey and candy like. As I bite and nibble my way against them sloppily, I feel so roused and electrified and fired up by their incessant collision such that I cannot help but give in to my other feebly other and half. I have to be in charge of myself. I just have to do it. I must do it as a matter of fact. Out of the blue, Jace quits and refrains from kissing me to look and stare me straight in the eyes once more. I stare and gaze right back at him. He seems deeply pleased and contented with himself. Without a word of warning, he progresses towards me and starts kissing and licking my lips fiercely and for all I am worth this time around. I cringe and drift away from him, shuddering and quaking, but he speedily comes ...
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