Ava and Michelle are trapped inside the ancient castle Valanya, a dungeon of sexual depravity and despair ruled by The Overlord. The Overlord is an evil beast whose insatiable hunger for sexual gratification is matched only by his appetite for cruelty. Michelle has been thrown to the grotesque horde, however He's taken a special interest in Ava, and his desire for her to be his personal slave and sexual pet is surely a death sentence.
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
She thought briefly of Mia and escaping this horrible place, but she knew that right now the only thing she wanted to do was eat and then let The Overlord have his way with her.
“Eat, eat,” he encouraged.
Ava continued to eat her food, barely tasting it as she imagined the thick cock that would be inside her soon enough. Her hormones were raging and she wanted to crawl out of her skin from her intense desire.
“I think you’ve had enough, cucciola mia. Come to me.”
Ava slipped out of her chair and made her way to The Overlord. He scooted his chair back and stood, quickly spinning Ava around. With one powerful movement of his arm, he swept the plates off the table and he pushed Ava down on the hardwood.
Ava was bent over, with her face pressed into the table. She was panting loudly from her arousal and she felt The Overlord move behind her.
“I like you like this,” he breathed, “Submissive and bent over my table. You want to please me, don’t you Ava?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Yes, good answer. Very good answer indeed.” He moved his rough fingers against her exposed legs. “I just can’t decide how I want to fuck you.”
Ava moaned loudly and The Overlord moved behind her, slowly pushing his hips against her and driving her wild.
“Do I want to fuck you first like this, bent over my table like a whore? Or do I want you spread across my bed with your pretty pink pussy wide and open? Or maybe I tie you up in my dungeon and fuck you while you stand?”
“Argh!” Ava cried, “Please! I don’t care! Just fuck me!”
The Overlord chuckled darkly. “Oh, sweet Ava. Your tight little pussy isn’t ready for me yet. I have to make you ripe for me, first. Otherwise it will hurt and I want you to enjoy this as much as I will.” He bent over her and ran his hands along her front, pushing her thighs apart. His hands grazed against her inner thighs and then met her underwear. He pushed them to the side and began moving his gray fingers against her.
“Yes,” she moaned as he began to stroke her pussy. With one hand he spread her open, and his other hand rubbed her up and down before making small strokes against her clit.
“I love how human females have these sweet nubs,” he whispered, toying with her clit. “Yours is so full and swollen. That lets me know how much you desire me. How much you want my monster cock in you.”
About Bree Bellucci
See more books from this Author
Published October 23, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.