1. Synthetic Hours


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    twist on a classic, Violet thought. It was obviously only a matter of time until she was noticed, but Alyssa didn't seem to care. Brazenly, she stepped through the crowd, looking to each couple dancing. All eyes were locked on their partners'. Alyssa walked toward the stage, and looked up at the singer. She sang, but Alyssa wasn't really listening to the words. She was looking at the singer's body, remembering her face, but not from where. Violet knew that she sprang from others of Alyssa's dreams, of course, but the woman remained a mystery to Alyssa. As she sang, the woman's voice ran hot through their veins. Her hands ran over her hips, shoulders dancing with her tongue as she swayed at the knee. Alyssa smiled up at her, and she smiled back from behind her porcelain disguise. Alyssa was noticed. Her body, her nakedness. The room was hot, the air almost burning. The torches on the wall cast a flickering warm glow on the occupants. The nightingale stepped off the stage, her voice suddenly silent. With the song absent, the room was missing something, and masked figures begin closing in around Alyssa, seemingly in search of it. Suddenly, the singer seized her and kissed her. A deep, powerful kiss, the kind that knocks a person of their feet, even in a dream. Even the clock stopped in shock. Alyssa's body was dipped low to the ground as their tongues danced, held delicately aloft by the creature above her. When she was finally lifted back, she saw that the everyone had ...
    turned on each other, grasping their partners in much the same manner. Alyssa's new partner trailed fingernails over her naked back, and bit her neck, in exactly the way she likes, in exactly the place she wanted. There was a heat inside of her, burning and throbbing like fiery breath destined to escape. As her nightingale's nails slid over her vulva she gasped, biting her lip not to scream. Soon, without warning, she was laid down, upon a table. Her body, held still by the moaning throng, jumped and writhed itself. From under her mask the singer's nimble tongue dove into Alyssa's wet folds as she was pinned at wrist and ankle by others receiving similar treatment. One of her restraints screamed out as she was fucked, and kissed Alyssa to silence herself. As this blocked her view, the tongue which had been penetrating her was replaced with something longer, harder. A man was inside her now, as had not been so for such a long time. He took hold of her hips and thrust, gently at first, but it was not long before he was driving into her with great force. Another came slowly into view. He held a tall candle, and wore only a wicked smile beneath his mask. Four women held her down as she was pleasured, each of them being pleasured in turn. Two of them teased a nipple while she was raucously fucked. The man with the candle advanced, and Alyssa instinctively seized his flesh, and began stroking him. He groaned in pleasure, howling with delight as she started to suck him. When he'd had ...
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