I enjoy writing about Lucian, but am struggling to decide which category to put my story into! I have opted for Erotic Horror once again, but I am interested whether you, the reader, agrees with me? If you think it should be in a different category, please tell me!
The story once again features a bit of everything - my fascination for shiny clothing such as vinyl/pvc or latex, a bit of bondage, anal and lots of hot sex. Thank you for all your positive votes. Please continue to vote highly if you enjoy this chapter. It is very encouraging to get an 'H' on a story! If readers enjoy Lucian's exploits, I shall continue to write more. So rewarding to see people are enjoying what I am writing, thank you :)
Lucian, the man is sexy and gorgeous, but when he transitions into the Devil, he is vicious and evil and highly sexual in his perverted way. If you have enjoyed my previous chapters, I hope you continue to enjoy his temptations in this one, but please read no further if you do not like, nor approve of rough, hard core sex. This is not a nice love story!
My following story is purely a work of sexual fantasy and is complete fiction. The names of my characters are all fictitious and do not represent anyone living or deceased.
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Lucian had been in his study since returning, absorbing himself in his work, trying to take his mind off sex. He desperately wanted Camille, but she was determined to wait until the evening. He didn't realise how much he had missed his innocent young wife until he saw her again. When it came to sex, the twins were incredible, but their manufactured fakeness couldn't begin to hold a candle to his stunning, all natural wife. They had been quite simply, nothing more than a fantastic fuck for the weekend.
Camille had arranged for a light meal to be prepared for them that evening, and now the staff had all left, leaving the two of them completely alone for the weekend.
She was excited. Her piercings were tingling, she desperately wanted Lucian. She had already decided which outfit to wear, and carefully removed it from her new 'fetish wardrobe'. Firstly she took the thigh high, black shiny boots, gently pulling them on and zipping them up. Underwear or no? She stood in front of the mirror, naked apart from the boots. No. Definitely nothing she thought.
She took hold of the soft shiny black skirt and carefully stepped into it, fastening the rear zipper as she stretched the tight hugging pvc over her ass. Then the top. She pushed her arms into the long sleeves, enjoying the way the feather trim around the cuffs tickled her. Lucian would enjoy that on his cock she thought to herself. She fastened the couple of clips at the front, and pushed her large boobs together so that ample cleavage was on show. She stared at herself in the mirror. Very sexy. And as she ran her hands over the soft shiny material, she could feel she was already dripping. Not quite finished though, she took out one of the leather collars her mother had chosen and fastened it around her neck, the large silver ring at the front glinting in the lamp light. She was now ready for her husband.
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Lucian was in the kitchen opening a bottle of champagne. When Camille strutted into the room in her sky scraper boots; he stopped what he was doing and just stared.
"Come here." He instructed. She walked towards him and he grabbed the ring on her collar and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, then gently and erotically licked around her lips, all the time staring into her beautiful deep blue eyes. Eyes that now said 'fuck me, I want you'. He ran his hands over her soft vinyl outfit. She was beyond sexy, but there was something more. Something far deeper. He could feel the magic running through her. He knew her sexy outfit didn't reveal the whole story. She was hiding something.
She pulled away from him. "Where's that glass of champagne?" She asked. Determined to make him wait. Determined to make him crazy with lust for her.
"It can wait. I want you." He said.
"No, not yet. I want to celebrate you're back home to me. Not fucking any other whores or sluts. I want you desperate for me. Only me. On your knees for me."
What the hell had got into her? Where had all this sudden bravado come from. His cock was throbbing. She was teasing him. He smiled, he was loving it.
He poured them both a glass of champagne. She dipped in her finger and gently put it to his lips. He licked and sucked it erotically, before giving her his finger to taste. She sucked and licked while he pulled her closer to him. He could feel her enormous tits brushing against him and his cock grew harder. He really wanted to rip open that sexy shiny top to get to her.
She took a mouthful of champagne then started to kiss him, letting him share the tingling bubbles on his tongue. They both swallowed it down, then kissed desperately, needily, tongues sliding against each other's. She pulled away.
"Time for dinner." Camille announced.
"No way. I couldn't even sit at the table like this." He said, taking her hand and stroking his huge bulging prick. "Stop taunting me. There's something you're not telling me. Why the sudden change? You've become a sex goddess overnight, but I'm loving this new you." He said as he grabbed hold of her and kissed her hard again.
"No more nonsense now. I want you, I need you and I'm going to fuck you." And with that he took her by the hand and led her to the dungeon.
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Lucian unlocked the large creaking door and switched on the low lighting. Camille remembered the last time he had brought her here and wondered if he would tie her up again. She felt wet at the prospect.
He stood her by a circular leather bed, then started to undress, all the time his dark hypnotic eyes looking into her beautiful blue ones. She groaned at the sight of her delicious naked man. His extraordinarily, out of this world, handsome face. The overnight growth of dark stubble on his strong cheekbones and jaw. His muscular frame and lightly tanned rigid torso. And of course his huge prick which always made her gasp. Thick, long and firmly rigid. All man, and she wanted that manhood inside her. Now.
She bent down and carefully crouched on her towering heels, taking his huge member in her hands. She ran them up and down, letting him feel the soft pvc and feathers on his cock. He groaned. "Take me in your mouth Camille." He begged.
She lapped around his shiny head, pushing her tongue into his hole, then licking and kissing gently. She caressed with her fingers, spitting on him, her fingers forming a ring as she stroked him up and down. And then she took hold of him in her mouth. He gasped as she pushed back and forth on him. He held her head and rammed in and out of her mouth, harder and harder as she gagged. And then he pulled her up by the ring on her collar.
"So you have missed me have you?"
