1. The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 3: The Tattoo Artist


    Date: 5/30/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Female/Female, Incest, Male/Female, Mind Control, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    as I buried all the way into her, nudging the bottom of her cunt. “Such delights the flesh offers,” she purred, her cunt tightening and relaxing about my dick. Sweat broke out across my forehead as her cunt worked my cock like a milkmaid worked the udder of a cow. Soft, delicate, wonderful. I tried to ignore the growing fire in my balls as I switched on my tattoo gun and lowered it to her left breast. “Oh, yes!” she groaned as the needle darted into her flesh, impregnating her skin with starry silver. Blood beaded red against her pale skin. Her cunt squeezed harder on me. “Such wonderful sensations!” I drew the star, sweeping across the slight curves of her budding mound, her nipple standing hard. She shivered when my wrist brushed it as I drew the star. Her cunt never stopped milking me, the pleasure surging through me in powerful waves. “Thank you, Goddess,” I groaned, the star half-complete. My balls were boiling; I couldn't take her sweet embrace any loner. “Give me your worship,” she gasped, her delicious pussy working harder at my cock. “Bathe me in your adoration!” With a grunt, my spunk flooded her holy place. She gasped and squirmed on the chair, her tiny breasts shaking and jiggling and her silver eyes squeezing shut. Every muscle in my body tensed as my release exploded into my Goddess. Squirt after squirt flooded her until her cunt had sucked me dry. And she kept working me; I didn't go soft. “Your task is but half-complete,” she purred, reaching up to finger my ...
    nipple. Then she pinched and pain shot through me. “Sorry, my Goddess!” I gasped. By the time I finished the tattoo, the pressure in my balls was about to explode as her her pussy relentlessly worked my cock. I reached out and grabbed the long, silver needle. I didn't need to sterilize it. She was a Goddess, how could she get sick? “Oh, yes,” she groaned in anticipation, her silver eyes fluttering as I pinched her left nipple, making sure it was hard and erect. “Such wonderful delights!” I pressed the needle against her pink nub and shoved it through. The effect was electric. Her back arched as she cried out in pain and pleasure. Her cunt spasmed wildly about my cock, frantic for more cum. “Such wonders!” she screamed as she trembled, her nipple pierced by the needle, her breast shaking and quivering. Another wonderful release burst from me, giving my Goddess more proof of my adoration. Her eyes shot open, glowing silver, and she stared right into my eyes, and then beyond me into the depths of my soul, and spoke: You lie bleeding and gasping stuck from behind dying in a room made of stone and a door made of iron, As your guard watches on, bribed to not lift a finger, you die betrayed by your friend over a pack of cigarettes. It was hard to focus on her words as his balls emptied into her wonderful cunt. I pulled the needle out, red with her blood, and grabbed one of the piercings, unscrewing the ball cap and shoving it through the hole I made. She shuddered as the piercing ...
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