Wicked Hungers Unleashed
Links: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Loft Shadows and Lingering Heat 🔥
Rain lashed the tall windows of the converted warehouse loft in Portland’s industrial district, a relentless Pacific Northwest drumbeat that matched the throb in Alex Harlan’s veins. He’d traded the flat Midwest plains for this drizzly haven six months back, chasing a lead at Pioneer Dynamics—a cutting-edge aerospace outfit buried in classified drone tech. No more dead-end gigs or the ghost of Tessa’s betrayal hanging like smoke. Here, in this sprawling space with its exposed brick and the faint metallic tang of the workshop below, he could breathe. Almost.
Down in the garage-turned-tinkerer’s den, Alex wiped grease from his hands on a rag, the acrid scent of solder mingling with his sweat. The long oak bench gleamed under fluorescent strips, littered with circuit boards and half-assembled prototypes. His new life hummed—days lost in labs, prototyping thrusters that could kiss the edge of space—but nights? They clawed at him. He stripped off his shirt, muscles taut from the day’s grind, and let his mind wander to forbidden edges.
His cock stiffened against his jeans as memories surged, not of Tessa, but rawer flashes: a stranger’s whisper in a Denver layover lounge, her hand bold under the table. He unzipped, freeing his thickening length, stroking slow at first. The concrete floor chilled his bare feet, rain’s murmur vibrating through the walls. Precum beaded, slick under his grip. Faster now, hips bucking, until hot spurts painted the bench edge. Breath ragged, he slumped, tasting salt on his lips. Pathetic, but it dulled the ache.
Upstairs, phone buzzed—Nadia Voss, his old engineering comrade from the Persephone days. Or whatever classified hell they’d survived. “Alex, you brooding bastard. Portland treating you right, or are you still jerking to blueprints?” Her laugh crackled through the speaker, husky and unfiltered.
He grinned, wiping clean. “Nadia. Rain’s my new kink, but yeah, the lab rats here are sharp. You?”
“Stuck in Buffalo, freezing my tits off. Quinn’s here—say hi, babe.” A scuffle, then Quinn’s voice, playful bite: “Missed your ass, Harlan. Nadia’s been wicked restless without her lab partner.”
Alex chuckled, but heat stirred again. Nadia and Quinn—flame-haired spitfire and her curvy, tattooed girlfriend—had clicked post-project. Texts had turned filthy, hints of their tangled sheets. “Wicked, huh? Tell her to bail on the snow and join the circus here.”
“Half-tempted. Quinn’s pushing for Cali vibes, but Portland? Aerospace heaven.” They bantered late, voices dipping low, her moans faint in the background once. He hung up hard again, cursing the miles.
Work swallowed him next day. Circuits sparked, coffee bitter-strong. Lunch hit like thunder—a solo woman in the cafeteria, raven waves cascading over a crisp blouse, legs crossed under the table, lost in some fat historical tome. Curves hinted at beneath fabric, a quiet storm.
Alex balanced his tray—greasy burger, fries steaming with salt. Impulse yanked him her way. “Mind company? Hate eating alone.”
She glanced up, emerald eyes sharp, lips full and unpainted. “Suit yourself.” Voice like velvet dragged over gravel.
He sat, inhaling her scent—jasmine laced with engine oil? “That book—Panama’s ghosts or something? Caught my eye.”
“Yeah. Diggs up old bones.” Hesitant smile, then back to pages. Tall, lithe build unfolding as she shifted. Reminded him of Tessa’s office polish, but wilder, untamed.
Shadows crossed his face—divorce scars itching. She noticed, nose twitching back to print.
“Shit, sorry. Dark thoughts leaking.” He forced levity. “Books you revisit. People? One and done mostly.”
Her gaze softened, then iced. “Geek legion for the heartbroken, right?”
Laughter bubbled from him. “Foreign Legion with soldering irons.” She extended a hand—Lara Vossman, nails short, practical.
“Alex Harlan. Propulsion wizard, they say.”
She smirked. “Heard. That hypersonic beast? Legendary.” Banter flowed, electric, until his dumb quip: “Bet rumors fly I’m a botched tranny experiment.”
Her face crumpled—fury laced grief. Tray scraped, she bolted. Gone like smoke.
Alex sat gut-punched, burger cold. What the fuck?
Chapter 2: Cross-Coast Seduction 💋
Nadia’s texts lit his phone that night—rain pattering loft windows, whiskey burning smooth. Spill on the cafeteria ghost.
He typed back, voice-to-text slurring slightly. Lara’s exit replayed, her ass sway hypnotic even in retreat. Nadia called, Quinn giggling muffled. “Dude, her baggage, not yours. My ex torched me—any flirt felt like fire.”
“Felt like I lit the match.”
“Nah. You’re prime meat. Speaking of…” Nadia’s breath hitched. “Quinn and me, tangled up. Wish you watched.”
Heat flooded Alex. “Wicked tease.”
“Truth. Job hunt—your Pioneer hook-up?”
He pitched hard: her smarts, that unyielding fire from old projects. “She’d crush PMO. Clearance gold.”
“Sending resume. Quinn’s game for Portland relocation.”
Weeks blurred—prototypes whirred, Lara’s shadow haunting halls. He glimpsed her: software lead, curves hugged by jeans in the lab, directing code monkeys with clipped commands.
Then Al, his boss, grinned wolfish. “Your girl’s a fit. Fly her out.”
Nadia arrived storming off the puddle-jumper, red curls wild, Quinn trailing—pixie crop, ink swirling thighs visible under short skirt. Loft echoed with hugs, cheap Thai takeout steaming spicy-sweet.
“This dump’s luxe,” Quinn purred, hand tracing Nadia’s nape. “Workshop below? Kinky.”
Wine flowed, stories spilled. Alex’s eyes snagged on their touches—Quinn’s fingers dipping Nadia’s collarbone, lips brushing ears. Air thickened, jasmine incense masking arousal’s musk.
Late, Quinn stretched catlike. “Show us the bench?” Downstairs, fluorescents buzzed harsh. Nadia leaned on wood, skirt hiked teasing. “Remember Persephone nights? You, me, debugging till dawn.”
Alex’s pulse hammered. Quinn pressed behind Nadia, hands roaming breasts. “Join, Harlan.”
Hesitation cracked. He crushed Nadia’s mouth, tongue invading tart wine. Quinn’s laugh wicked-low as she yanked his belt, zipper rasping. His cock sprang free, veined hardness gripped firm.
Nadia dropped, lips stretching around his girth, slurping wet. Saliva trailed, her moan vibrating shaft. Quinn stripped, pussy shaved smooth, dripping on concrete chill. “Fuck her face, Alex.”
He thrust, balls slapping chin, gagging her deep. Quinn fingered herself, slick sounds obscene. Then switched—Quinn’s throat velvet-tight, Nadia tonguing his sack, musky sweat beading.
They dragged him up, Nadia bent over bench, skirt flipped. He plunged her sopping cunt, folds clenching like vice. “Harder!” she gasped, nails gouging wood.
Quinn straddled her back, grinding clit on spine, kissing Alex filthy—tongues battling, pussy juice shared. He hammered, hips slapping ass red, her walls fluttering orgasm. Hot squirt soaked thighs.
Pulled out, cock glossy. Quinn bent beside, asses high. Alternated—Nadia’s tight heat, Quinn’s plush grip. Grunts echoed, rain symphony outside. Cum boiled; he flooded Quinn’s depths, overflow dripping.
Collapsed in tangle, breaths heaving, skin sticky-sweet. Nadia kissed soft. “Welcome home, team.”
Morning interviews? Nadia aced. Lara’s glare from across cafeteria burned, but new fire kindled.
Chapter 3: Workshop Confessions and Raw Edges
Pioneer buzzed post-hire. Nadia slotted into project lead seamless, Quinn scouting adjunct gigs at local uni. Loft pulsed life—mornings reeking coffee grind, nights moans bleeding walls.
Alex dodged Lara’s orbit, guilt festering. One dusk, workshop calling, he tinkered thruster mockup. Door creaked—her.
“Harlan.” Lara’s voice steel-wrapped silk. Jeans molded legs endless, tank top damp from drizzle, nipples peaked.
He straightened, heart slamming. “Lara. Tracking me?”
“Heard you hunt talent. Nadia—your recruit?” Arms crossed, pushing cleavage.
“Yeah. Spitfire.”
She paced, heels clicking concrete. “That joke… tranny shit. Hit raw. Lost my sister. Transition, then overdose. Ugly.”
Gut twisted. “Fuck. Ignorant. Meant light.”
Eyes softened, wicked spark igniting. “Portland loosens tongues. And more.”
Step closed gap. Her hand cupped his bulge, surprise hardening him instant. “Feel that? Apology accepted?”
Kiss crashed—teeth nipping, tongues warring desperate. Fabric tore; her bra snapped free, heavy tits bouncing free, rosy peaks hard. He suckled rough, pinching other till she yelped pleasure-pain.
Shoved her workbench, tools clattering. Jeans yanked, no panties—pink slit glistening, clit swollen. Fingers plunged knuckle-deep, curling her G, juices squirting palm. “Wet slut,” he growled.
“Your wicked fault.” Legs spread wide, heels hooked edges. He devoured—tongue lashing folds, sucking clit vacuum, nose buried musk. She bucked, thighs clamping ears, orgasm flooding mouth tangy.
Cock freed, helmet nudging entrance. Slammed balls-deep, her scream echoing. Walls milked, rippling. Pounded merciless, tits jiggling hypnotic, nails raking his back bloody trails.
“Fuck my ass!” Flipped her, cheeks spread. Spit-lubed, he pressed rosebud, inching past ring. Tight inferno gripped, her sobs mixing ecstasy. Rammed full, prostate milking pre-cum.
Hand snaked, fisting clit hood. She shattered again, ass clenching vise. Pulled, flipped, throat-fucked till tears streamed, then pussy again—creampie erupting, seed overflowing thighs.
Panting collapse, her whisper: “Wicked start.”
Afterglow hummed. Shared scars—Tessa’s cheat, endless nights empty. Vulnerability bonded, hands tracing tenderly now.
Chapter 4: Trio Flames and Jealous Sparks
Quinn landed teaching slot swift. Loft orgy central—bodies slick, cries piercing rain nights. One eve, Lara over for “dinner.” Nadia sniffed chemistry instant.
Steaks sizzled grill scent smoky-charred. Wine loosened tongues, laughter bawdy. Quinn eyed Lara predatory. “Join playtime?”
Lara flushed wicked grin. “Why not?”
Up loft, clothes shed frenzy. Carpet soft under knees. Alex center—Nadia riding cock reverse, ass cheeks spread for view, pussy devouring slow grind. Quinn face-sat Lara, grinding sopping snatch on mouth.
Tongues everywhere: Lara lapping Quinn’s asshole rim, Nadia leaning suck Alex balls. Moans symphony—wet smacks, gasps, flesh slaps. Scents layered: pussy nectar, ass musk, sweat brine.
Switched: Lara impaled anal on Alex, Nadia/Quinn sixty-nining beside, fingers plunging cunts audible squelch. Lara bounced, tits flailing; he spanked cheeks crimson, welts rising.
Quinn straddled his face backward, asshole grinding nose, pussy Nadia-tongued. Climax chain: Quinn squirted face salty, Lara milked prostate dry cumshot, Nadia rubbed out shivering.
Tender pile after—limbs entwined, whispers soft. But Lara’s eyes held shadow. “This… intense. Exclusive?”
Alex soothed. “Open fire, not cage.”
Yet tension simmered. Nadia pulled him aside next day. “She’s hooked bad. Wicked possessiveness brewing.”
Chapter 5: Rain-Soaked Rifts and Deep Dives
Projects peaked—drones humming test flights, labs neon-lit fever. Lara integrated, code meshing propulsion seamless. But home fractured subtle: her lingering post-threesome, claims sharpening.
One storm-lashed night, loft electric. Nadia/Quinn out, Alex/Lara alone. She pushed him wall, hand stroking cock steel. “Mine tonight.”
Fucked savage: her riding, nails gouging chest bloody crescents. Bit shoulder copper-tang, pussy vise orgasm after rippling. He flipped, prone-bone piledriver, balls slapping clit till she squirted sheets flood.
Post-bliss, tears. “Tessa wrecked you. Fear repeats.”
He held, rain thunderous. “Healing. You spark it.”
Quinn caught them next dawn—kitchen tangle visible. Confront brief, air thick. But Nadia mediated: “Share fire, don’t hoard.”
Picnic detour—coastal bluff, salt wind whipping, waves crashing foam. Basket unpacked: oysters briny-fresh, champagne bubbles popping. Lara straddled Alex grass, slow fuck scenic, Nadia/Quinn voyeuring fingers busy.
Wind chilled skin gooseflesh, sun piercing clouds gold. Cum shared mouths, salty mingle.
Bonds mended tentative. Wicked games evolved—trust layered deeper.
Chapter 6: Horizons Ignited Eternal
Thanksgiving loomed, rain easing rare blue. Family ghosts faded—texts from boys polite, Tessa silent void. Life bloomed: Pioneer promotions whispered, loft family solidified.
Last night crescendo. Workshop bathed candle-flicker soft—ironic romance. All four nude, oils gleaming skin slick. Alex bound bench wrists velcroed, cock throbbing skyward.
Women rotated: Lara edging slow strokes, denying peak torture-sweet. Nadia deepthroat gag reflex pushed, throat bulge visible. Quinn ass-sat, grinding rosebud lips vacuumed.
Released, frenzy: double vag penetration—Lara/Nadia scissoring over shaft, clits rubbing friction fire. Quinn fisted her own pussy deliberate, knuckles vanishing, then Lara’s turn—slow stretch till screams bliss.
Alex railed asses tandem, alternating lubed plunges, girls kissing cum-smeared. Orgasms cascaded: squirts pooling concrete, his load ropes painting faces pearl-glistened.
Dawn crept misty. Embraced heap, breaths sync. Lara whispered, “Wicked wicked life we built.”
Alex smiled, heart full. Portland rain washed clean. Horizons endless, hungers sated— for now. Scars healed in shared heat, future electric promise.
