Sinners' Kingdom #1: The Book of Lust (Complete)

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Once upon a time, I saw someone fill up a large mold with epoxy resin. He poured and poured and poured, and the clear, viscous liquid filled up every corner and crevice. Then he left it to dry. Hours later, he came back, and the liquid resin was now solid, perfectly smooth and fitted into the mold like there was no separation.

That was what I felt like. Hardened epoxy resin. I was just a face and a skin suit, and underneath, I was solid plastic inside — no, solid steel. There were no longer muscles to move and pull, no way for me to bend my joints that had become inflexible as tree trunks.

But God, everything was just as sensitive as before. The force paralyzing my body had done nothing to dull my senses, and when the shadowy figure slid between my knees, the roughness of his finger pads tracing along my inner thigh made me gasp and twitch.

His touch was too warm already, and it was only getting hotter. And he came closer, and closer, and closer...

A head of tousled white hair came into view. It hadn't been that color before. It was as if stepping out of the darkness was filling him with new hues, like a painter adding fresh strokes to a burgeoning painting. His eyes, though, were still red half-slits, staring at me with undeniable heat as they locked on my face. The tip of his tongue came out to lick at his lips, and oh, God — it changed shape, the tapered tip turning into a forked tongue that curled sinuously against itself.

"I've been waiting so long for you," he sighed. "You're more irresistible every time we meet."

Go away, I tried to order. I could do this. Even if I couldn't speak, I could make him go away with sheer willpower. My grandmother had tried to teach me when I was young that nearly all magic was in the mind. Even if I had thrown away all ties to her world long ago, surely her lessons wouldn't fail me now. Go away. You're not welcome here. Leave.

"When you look at me that way, it only makes me need you more." A low, rumbling sound like a cross between a purr and a growl filled the room as he taunted me with wandering fingers all over and around my bare thighs. Where the hell had my pants gone! At least I still had my underwear, but shit, if he could vanish one article of clothing, then what difference did another make?

"Don't look away. I want you to see me when I make you come."

Oh, God. If this dream was going to let me go, now was the perfect time. As soon as I awoke, I would repent of all my stubbornness and immediately search for the closest witch who would help me get rid of this curse. I had promised I would wash my hands of the supernatural, but my mother and grandmother would forgive me for that much. I couldn't just go around with a sex curse haunting me every night. Not if I wanted to escape unscathed, which was becoming a slimmer and slimmer possibility with every inch he crawled closer.

"Open your eyes."

The power in his silken voice forced me to obey, and there he was, settled perfectly between my thighs with his heavy cock at the ready. His large, warm hands wrapped around the inside of my knees and forced them to fall wider open. My body that defied me so staunchly moved according to his wishes like he owned it, and he chuckled when I sucked in a gasping, shaking breath.

"The less you fight it, the more you can enjoy it... But I'll make it good for you either way. You'll learn to crave me... You'll learn to need me inside you, every day, every night. Good girl, don't you want to feel good?"

"Ah!"

The smallest sound escaped from my throat when he rubbed his cock against me. My panties were still on, but the dampness sinking through them to touch me promised they wouldn't stay that way for long. Him... his pre-come. He was rubbing it against me through the little slip of cotton that separated us. The heat of his length was as hard as iron, and he groaned with each stroke that grew stronger, harder.

"First," he whispered, "with my hands. I need to make you ready for me, or I'll tear you open."

The pressure eased off, and the slightest chill breezed between my thighs. The dampness grew cool, making me shiver.

Punch him, I ordered my body. Kick off this creep and tell him to wet his dick somewhere else.

But it was no use. Not only because I was paralyzed and helpless, not only because he would be too strong for me to fight anyway, but also because...

I was getting wet.

His touches, his voice, the power in his body that so overwhelmed mine — it made my body respond obediently.

And when he dragged my panties down my thighs and tossed them away, he found exactly what he wanted.

"Your mind tells you no, but your body is honest, isn't it?" he whispered. Long, warm fingers trailed up from my inner thigh to dance closer and closer... "I can't wait to feel this pussy squeezing me, love. My cock. My tongue. My..."

My body bucked with the smallest of movements, a quiet whimper escaping my throat.

"... Fingers."

One slid between my damp lips — and entered me.