Page 10 of Virgin Lust

I stood and dragged myself over to them. His release turned into the same mist the woman’s desire had produced. My curse rose, ready to claim it for her own. She swept over them and took it all. I closed my eyes, waiting for relief. My pussy throbbed, my breasts were heavy, and I felt so empty I could cry. There was no relief. My eyes popped open as the panic set in.

“No, no, no,” I chanted.

“What the—” The werewolf yelled at my unexpected appearance before I pushed them both out of the dream. Their bodies slowly dissolved until I was alone. I sank to my knees and rubbed my thighs together.

“No, please,” I whispered as I tried to focus. “Wait, shit!” The haze my curse caused was already happening. I wasn’t thinking logically. I should have kept them here with me and made them fuck until it satisfied lust.

My heart raced and my mouth felt like sandpaper. I glanced around at my empty dreamscape where I should have been sated.

No, no, no.

Please.

No release came.

When masturbating stopped being enough, I went through a similar experience. Was my curse evolving again? I had done anything and everything in the dream world. I’d watched and produced many orgies to steal passions. But I wouldn’t let lust give my body to someone just to satisfy itself. It was my choice—mine—who I wanted to be with. It was why I hadn’t slept with anyone. Getting to know someone wasn’t possible while I was obsessed with sex.

Love wasn’t in the cards for me. Not that I cared.Much.

Being bound to someone forever?

I’d rather not.

I was already stuck with a sin that tried to control every aspect of my life. The idea of Lust becoming infatuated with someone made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I rubbed my chest as a sharp stabbing pain coursed through me.

That’s not the reason,I told myself.I just need more.

I shook my head and tried hard not to think ofhim.I panted, slipping my hand in my pants to rub my clit even though it wouldn’t help. A shadow appeared in front of me. Glancing up, I took in the massive black, shadowy form. Lust sparked, and I whimpered.

Soul Reaper.

Not just any soul reaper.

I recognized that hulking soul because he’d plagued my dreams since the human festival. He wasn’t real. Only an illusion I created, but it was enough.

In all the years I’d been alive, lust had never craved a single person. She wanted everyone.Until then.

Why a fucking soul reaper?

The very moment I spotted him in The City of the Dead, I felt it.

The doom.

The burning.

Theyearning.

An intense need that went beyond anything I could comprehend.

It was why I rushed away from the demon before he could say a single word and possibly seal our fate. I didn’t want to know his name, but one look at him and I knew.

If I wanted to keep my head, I had to visit Shepherd’s dreams. Maybe then I could quell the ache he’d created in me.

For real.

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Shepherd

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