HELL'S HAREM (MEN'S ADVENTURE FICTION ADULT STORY) by FIBBWORTHY & LUSTPEN

Author:FIBBWORTHY & LUSTPEN
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-11-12T00:00:00+00:00

I closed the door with a loud bang, reaching down to lock whatever mechanism this thing had on it. Apparently, quite a few! As my hands flipped a number of latches over and slid a large bar across the doorframe.

WAM! WAM!

Something, well, probably an angry demoness to be fair… whacked on the other side of the door. Her unclear shouts trying to break through the thick steel.

“Didn’t go so well?” A familiar voice chuckled from behind me.

That’s when the realization hit me – I hadn’t bothered to see who or what was in this room. It just felt like a safer alternative compared to whatever that angry girl out in the hall might do. My mind sprinted, debating between the remaining two women. Did I want to be visited by Lyra and her hefty tits, or Kalista and her delicious thighs?

The age-old question… Are you a breast man or a leg man?

Well, I think we all know – it depends on what else comes with the meal.

I turned to see none other than… dramatic drumroll please…

“Lyra!” I yelped, doing a double-take as my eyes shot to her chest and then back to – no, actually, they stayed right at her chest.

And for good reason, too. The demon wore a black and white cow-print romper. One of those cute things with the pleasant colors and girly fits. Now, the udders were out on display, I’ll tell you that much! Quite prominently at that. They were pressed together and engorged something fierce.

“Looks like Betsy needs to be milked,” I smirked, giving her a wink.

“Do you think so?” She peered down at her own bosom, giving her elbows a squeeze together, which caused her hell-ish jugs to smoosh against one another.

Yikes!

They all but spilled out from the top of her romper. I could feel my tongue falling free of my mouth, desperately extending itself in the hopes of tasting any part of her body.

Her legs, toned and fit in their own right, stood firm and elegant. Lyra’s face held its usual captivating presence. The distinct features of her lips and eyes. Calling out to me like a siren at sea – no, wait, that was the tits doing that, actually. Don’t get me wrong, I liked her face and all… but, those melons! Yowza! I’m talking prize-winning udders at the local county fair kind of good here.

The demoness’ slightly curved horns took on a very fitting look, given the whole outfit. Seeing Lyra in a cow-print and all. It definitely helped with my perverted roleplaying obsession. Now, I’d never much fancied myself as a cow-man… However, Lyra’s impressive rack and horns were doing more than their fair share to convert me!

Such a sight to behold. And, not only that, but here she was. In a room of…

Well now, what was it, actually?

It had the feel of a… colloseum of sorts? High, ornately designed walls, putting us into a pit or bowl of sorts. It was hard to explain – but, the whole room

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