🔥 Summoned for Sin — A Multiple Choice Fantasy |Part 3| (Patreon)

Winning choice ↴

-Resist. Push against her thighs, try and throw her off – show her she doesn't get to claim you so easily.

Her hands tighten on your joggers—and you push.

Hard.

She laughs, sharp and breathless, as your bodies wrestle in a sudden clash of motion. You twist your hips, throw your weight sideways, and for a moment—just a second—she slips.

You both go crashing to the floor.

She lands on her back with a thud, and you scramble to get up—maybe to escape, maybe to fight—but her legs are already around your waist again, her heels locking behind your back.

She flips you with terrifying ease.

Now you’re the one on the cold floor, breath knocked from your lungs, her thighs straddling you, pinning you harder than before. Her hand slams to your chest—then slides upward.

To your throat.

Her palm presses there, firm. Not choking, not fully… just enough. Just enough to remind you who’s in control. Her claws curl lightly into the sides of your neck, and her golden eyes blaze as she leans in over you.

The smirk is gone.What’s on her face now is hunger. Dark hunger.

She tilts her head, studying you like prey still squirming under the knife. And she loves it.

‘You’re still trying…’ she murmurs, tightening her grip slightly, just enough to make your breath catch. Her thighs flex around your hips as her weight bears down harder.

Her hand stays locked around your throat—tight enough to warn you, not enough to stop your breath. Just enough to let you feel that she could end you, right now, if she wanted.

And she might.

Her golden eyes burn above you, wild and glowing, her red hair falling in thick waves around her face. Her thighs cage your waist, skin hot and slick against your hips. You feel the press of her soaked pussy against your cock—grinding in lazy circles, getting you dripping in her heat.

‘You know it doesn’t matter if you’re conscious, right?’ she murmurs, voice low and dark, her grip pulsing around your throat. ‘Your body will still want me. You’ll still fuck me. But I’d prefer to hear the moans. The cries. The way you gasp when I take what’s mine.’

She shifts her hips and slides her cunt along the full length of your cock—wet folds gliding with obscene ease, drenching you in the slick proof of how badly she wants it.

You're throbbing.

Your body bucks despite yourself.

And she laughs—wicked, feral—as she lifts her hips and finally, finally sinks down.

All at once.

Her pussy takes you in with a wet, sucking slide, velvet heat enveloping you so tight, so deep, you can’t breathe. Her walls flutter around your cock as she bottoms out, her thighs clenching around you, her claws still curled at your neck.

She moans—long and low, rolling her hips once, grinding your cock against every hot, aching inch inside her.

‘Fuuuck...’ she hisses, voice cracked with pleasure. ‘You’re so thick. So full. That mortal cock of yours is going to ruin me.’

Then she starts to move.

Riding you raw, fucking herself on your cock with no rhythm, no grace—just desperate hunger. She slams her hips down, again and again, soaking you, taking every inch with lewd, wet slaps as her body bounces against yours.

Your cock slides in and out of her with filthy sounds, her slick dripping down your shaft, pooling between your bodies as she rides you like she’s been starving for this.

Her claws rake down your chest, leaving shallow lines. Her tits bounce with every thrust, barely contained by the straps digging into her skin. Her eyes never leave your face.

She wants to see you come undone.

Your fists curl at your sides. Your hips jerk up to meet her thrusts, your body locked in hers, needing the friction, the heat, the way her cunt sucks at you like it’s trying to keep you inside forever.

She grins—wild, glowing.

‘That's it, baby. Give it to me. Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you want to die.’

She slams down harder, rougher—her cunt gripping you, clenching, pulsing—dragging you to the edge whether you like it or not.

You’re close. So close.

She feels it.

She leans in, voice hot in your ear.

‘Come inside me. Fill me. I want to feel you spill.’

And with a final grind—deep, punishing, perfect—you snap.

You erupt inside her, hot and thick, cock pulsing in waves as she milks every drop from you. Her pussy clamps down, soaking you in heat, squeezing your orgasm out until you’re spent and shaking.

She cries out—loud, wanton—coming with you, her hips jerking, her body shuddering around your cock as she soaks you with her own climax.

You’re still joined. Still twitching. Still gasping.

And she’s smiling.

Lazy. Dangerous. Dripping.

‘Mmm… I think I’ll keep you,’ she purrs, licking your sweat from her lip. ‘You break so beautifully.’

She stays straddled over you for a long moment, your cock still pulsing inside her, her soaked thighs twitching with aftershocks. Her hands roam lazily over your chest, her grin smug and gleaming.

Then, with a satisfied sigh, she lifts off you—slow, dripping, messy—and climbs to her feet like a queen rising from her throne.

Your cum runs down her thighs in glistening streaks.

‘Mmm…’ she hums, stretching her arms high, her tits pushing against the tight leather straps. ‘Delicious... but not enough. Not nearly enough.’

She turns away, already walking toward the hallway—hips swaying, red hair clinging to the sweat on her back. And you think, for a moment, that she’s letting you rest.

You’re wrong.

Her long, tail snakes out—swift and silent—wrapping around your ankle with a wet snap.

Before you can react, she drags you across the floor.

‘Oh, no you don’t,’ she purrs without looking back. ‘You’re not done feeding me, darling. I want something softer now. Something warmer. Somewhere I can ride you until the sheets stick to us.’

She pulls you down the hall, naked, marked, throbbing.

‘Come. My legs are already shaking. Let’s see how many more times I can make yours do the same.’