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The Incubus' Bride
Date: 2/19/2016, Categories: Fiction, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com
I can see her, but she cannot see me. She is wearing those sexy and tight and revealing leggings of hers, and a nice, charming, and eye-dazzling bra that fits and shape her breasts SO finely and superbly. Yeah. I want to lie down to bed with her right this moment. I want to take her right straight into my arms and wield and embrace and canoodle her. I want to experiment everything sexual and lust-appetizing with her. I want sex so, so bad……….. As I crawl down the walls that I had scaled up not a while past so that I can step and stand upright on the floor, she breathes in and out heavily and recklessly fast. She is afraid. I can smell it…..I can sense it. She now knows that I am not human and for that she is terrified that I might kill her. No, of course! I am not definitely going to do that. I am not going to kill her. I love her….the last time I slept with her, it was so mind-shattering and mind-wrecking at the same time. As long as the sex and lust between us stays fierce and ferally wild, things are meant to last longer than usual for the both of us. I won’t kill her because of this immense and mammoth lust that I have and do feel deep inside for her. “Aldrich. Are you still crawling on those walls?” She asks in a nervous and quivering voice. I touch and embrace her into my arms from behind and she shudders and quivers the moment I do so. I kiss her hair steadily and affectionately, caressing her shoulders and arms with my stabled, touchy-feely hands, and then go on to ...