Lorna wakes up, naked, with only a scrap of white cloth to cover herself. She finds herself in the clutches of three wickedly handsome incubi, who are overcome with lust for her. In order to discover their secrets, Lorna will have to spend a night with each of them. Three nights; three dreams - three of her own desires. More
Three nights; three dreams. Three devilish men, three dark fantasies…
Lorna wakes up, naked, with only a scrap of white cloth to cover herself. She has no idea where she is or how she got here, only knows she is in a vast manor that she can’t identify. She walks the halls, barely dressed, calling out for anyone, but she seems to be alone.
But only seems to be.
Lorna finds herself in the clutches of three wickedly handsome incubi, who are overcome with desire for her. In order to discover their secrets, Lorna will have to spend the night with each of them – despite how they frighten her. Three nights; three dreams. She will have to play their games, and pray that she comes out of them with her sanity. As she delves further into their desires – and those of her own subconscious – she may discover that her need to escape may not be as important as getting her fill.
Warning: This story is FOR ADULTS ONLY! Contains scenes of explicit sex between a young woman and three different men. BDSM elements, as well as a foursome scene. Also contains strong language, mild violence and blood, and some terror elements.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, taking her hands in his, carefully urging her fingers to release the cloth that she had been gripping so tightly. She did as he wanted; she let go.
Once he had gotten it away from her, he parted it slowly, exposing her breasts – ample and round, untasted. She stood there and allowed him to undress her, her breath quick as he stayed locked on her eyes. She had never been so exposed before a stranger, and her nipples tightened to hard points when the air touched them. When he looked down at them, tracing her curves and her arousal, she felt a flush of fear followed by a jolt of excitement.
What was he thinking about her as he looked at her untouched body? She felt suddenly insecure and yet more thrilled than she had in her life.
Her arms were still trying to cover herself, but he eased them to her sides and eventually they gave up. He looked to her eyes again, slipping the cloth down her back and over the swell of her behind, where it tickled her so softly, and in that manner he relieved her of the minuscule covering.
Lorna stood there before him, every part of her exposed, from the curves of her breasts to her taut stomach, to the patch of dark blond hair at her abdomen. He didn’t say anything at first, but touched her with one finger, sliding it down the pretty line from her ribcage to her navel, his nail dragging across her skin and sending tingles rippling through her.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her, touching the sides of her waist and then sliding his fingers toward her back, gripping lightly to truly feel her flesh.
What could she say? He pressed his hand against the small of her back, letting his fingers creep down across her ass, and he pulled her closer against him, their hips touching. He shifted against her, and though his pants were still secured, she gasped when she felt his hardened penis press into her.