Eternal Cravings: Lila’s Enchanted Swell
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Chapter 1: Whispers in the Velvet Lounge 🔥
I remember the first time Marcus touched me like it was yesterday, even though it’s been months now. Back then, in that dingy underground club pulsing with forbidden spells, his fingers had traced my lips, igniting sparks that made my whole body hum. He’d whispered ancient incantations, swelling them plump and hypersensitive, turning every kiss into a goddamn explosion. But that was just the start. Now, here I was, striding into the opulent lounge of the Grand Eclipse Hotel, the air thick with cigar smoke and the faint tang of enchanted whiskey.
The place reeked of money—plush velvet couches sinking under the weight of suited warlocks, chandeliers dripping crystal light like cum from a lover’s tip. I spotted them immediately. Tessa, my so-called “personal enchantress aide,” on her knees in the shadowed booth, her golden curls bobbing as she devoured Marcus’s thick shaft. She wasn’t some frilly maid; no, Tessa was a sleek vixen in a skintight silver jumpsuit, unzipped to her navel, her fishnet-clad thighs spread wide as she fingered her dripping slit.
Marcus lounged back, his rugged frame—all six-foot-three of tattooed muscle and salt-and-pepper stubble—grinning like the devil himself. His cock, veined and throbbing, stretched her painted lips obscenely. Slurping sounds cut through the lounge’s jazz hum, wet and rhythmic, her tongue swirling the fat head while her hand pumped the base. Saliva trailed down her chin, soaking into her cleavage.
Jealousy hit me like a gut punch, but fuck, it made my cunt clench. I sauntered over, my spellweave dress—living shadow fabric that hugged my lithe body like a second skin—shifting to crimson lace, heels spiking taller with a thought. At 28, I was no novice sorceress; orphaned by a rival coven, I’d clawed my way to Marcus’s bed with raw power and a hunger that matched his own.
The Intrusion
“Having fun without me, big man?” My voice dripped honeyed venom. Tessa’s eyes flicked up, smoky blue and wicked, but she didn’t stop—oh no, she hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, a muffled moan vibrating Marcus’s dick.
He chuckled, deep and rumbling, hand tangled in her hair. “Lila, babe. Just… stress relief. Tessa here’s got that throat mod I gave her—cums buckets when I flood her.”
I slid into the booth, thigh pressing Tessa’s shoulder. The heat from her body seeped through, her perfume—jasmine and sex—mixing with the musky scent of his arousal. “Stress? From that bitch advisor of yours? Spill it, Marcus. I know Elara’s got you twisted up.”
Tessa popped off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cockhead. “Elara? That curvy ice queen from your academy days? Fuck, Marcus, you holding out on us?” Her fingers plunged deeper into her shaved pussy, squelching audibly.
Marcus groaned, thrusting lazily into the air. “Ancient history. She’s handling my shadow accounts, that’s all.”
“Bullshit.” I grabbed Tessa’s braid, yanking her mouth back down. She obeyed eagerly, throat bulging as she deepthroated him. “I meet her. Or I hex your balls blue.”
He laughed again, pulling me in for a kiss. Those enhanced lips of mine—plump cherries buzzing with magic—ignited under his tongue. Pleasure shot straight to my core, nipples hardening against the lace. As we made out, sloppy and fierce, I ground my hips into Tessa’s back, her head bobbing furiously between us.
The Release
His rhythm quickened, hips bucking. Tessa gagged wetly, eyes watering, but her body shuddered—orgasm ripping through her from the throat spell. She convulsed, pussy juices squirting onto the carpet, moaning around his meat.
Marcus broke the kiss, roaring as he erupted. Thick ropes of cum painted her tonsils; she swallowed greedily, twitching in bliss. I watched, aching, my hand slipping under my dress to rub my swollen clit.
Tessa slumped, dazed, cum dribbling from her smirking lips. “Medicinal, right?” she slurred.
“Damn straight.” Marcus zipped up, eyes on me. “You still want shopping? For those upgrades you’ve been teasing?”
I nodded, helping Tessa up. Her legs wobbled in those stilettos, jumpsuit soaked. “Tessa’s coming. We’re picking my new rack tonight.”
Chapter 2: Shadows of Envy
We stumbled out of the lounge into the hotel’s private elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting our disheveled trio. Tessa leaned against me, breath hot on my neck, tasting of salt and Marcus. “New tits, huh? About time. Yours are cute, but imagine ’em ballooning out, heavy and hypnotic.”
Marcus punched the penthouse button, his hand groping my ass through the spellweave. “Elara thing’s nothing, Lila. High school—er, apprentice days. She was gangly then, flat as a board. Now? Yeah, she’s filled out, but you’re my fire.”
Lies hung in the air like smoke. I’d glimpsed her photo on his arcane tablet—voluptuous redhead, tits like overripe fruits straining her blouse. My small handfuls felt inadequate suddenly. The elevator dinged; we spilled into the suite, all marble floors and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the neon city sprawl.
Flashback hit me hard: our first night. Marcus had found me bleeding in an alley after a coven hit, healed me with a surge of corpomancy. That night, he reshaped my mouth, made every touch electric. I’d ridden him till dawn, cunt milking his endless loads. But Elara? She’d been his first apprentice crush, I bet.
Confronting the Past
“Call her,” I demanded, shoving him onto the king-sized bed. Silk sheets whispered under his weight. Tessa giggled, stripping her jumpsuit, revealing pierced nipples and a tattooed mound.
“Now? While I’m hard again?” His cock tented his slacks.
I straddled him, grinding my wet heat along his length. “Video call. Introduce us properly.”
He sighed, waving a hand. A holographic portal shimmered open—Elara’s face appeared, sultry in a sheer robe, her massive cleavage on full display. “Marcus, darling, midnight funds transfer?” Her voice purred like velvet over steel.
“Elara, meet Lila. My… everything.” He groped my tits as I unzipped him, freeing that monster dick again.
Her green eyes narrowed, lips curving. “The wild one. Charmed. Heard you’re into enhancements.”
Tessa dove in, licking Marcus’s balls while I stroked him. “Jealous much? These lips she gave me make swallowing cock pure ecstasy.”
Elara laughed, robe slipping to bare one perfect globe. “Careful, girls. Marcus has a type—ambitious sluts with big appetites.” The portal flickered as Marcus groaned, pre-cum beading.
“Enough games,” I snarled, slamming down on his cock. Wet flesh slapped flesh; I rode him savagely, tits bouncing. Tessa straddled his face, grinding her sopping cunt on his tongue.
Elara watched, fingering herself. “Fuck him good, Lila. But remember, I hold his secrets.”
The portal died as Marcus bucked, flooding my womb. Tessa squirted on his chin, all three of us collapsing in a sweaty heap.
Chapter 3: Illusions of Excess 💋
Dawn crept in, but sleep was for mortals. Revived by potions, we lounged in the suite’s illusion chamber—a room where mind-magic conjured hyper-real fantasies. Tessa sprawled naked on furs, idly twisting her nipples. Marcus sipped coffee, cock semi-hard across his lap.
“Show us, Lila,” he urged. “Those dream jugs you’ve been craving.”
I wove the spell, threads of ether spinning three spectral mes into existence. They paraded before Tessa, hips swaying, asses like ripe peaches. My real body stripped, small pert breasts exposed—pink nipples stiff in the cool air.
“Baseline,” I said, cupping them. Soft, handfuls that barely jiggled.
Teardrop Temptation
First phantom me inhaled deep, chest inflating like slow-motion balloons. Flesh swelled outward, heavy teardrops forming—DDs swinging pendulously, veins faint under pale skin, areolas widening to saucers. She jumped; they slapped her ribs with fleshy smacks, natural and hypnotic.
“Feel real,” Tessa breathed, reaching out. Her hand sank into illusion-flesh, warm and yielding. “But they’d flop in a fuck-fest.”
I nodded. “Too much sway for my taste.”
Bolt-On Bombshells
Second me gripped her nips, yanking like taffy. Boobs stretched, then snapped back—implant-perfect orbs, gravity-defying spheres jutting like torpedoes. G-cups, fake as sin, nipples pierced with illusory bars.
“These scream ‘fuckdoll,'” Marcus growled, stroking himself. Tessa crawled over, sucking the phantom’s tit—moaning at the projected milk taste, sweet and creamy.
Hybrid Heaven
Last phantom performed a lewd magic trick, wand conjured from thin air, waving over her chest. Breasts erupted—full, teardrop bases blending into perky peaks, F-cups that jiggled just right, hypersensitive skin rippling at a breath.
“Mine,” I declared. But first, new twist: I merged them all, phantoms fusing into one mega-racked vision, tits ballooning to beachballs, lactating arcs of nectar.
Tessa dove in, suckling greedily. “Install ’em now!”
Marcus grinned. “Your call, enchantress.”
Chapter 4: Street Spell Trial
We hit the streets—no waiting. In a shadowed alley behind the hotel, Marcus etched runes on my chest, ether surging. Pain bloomed into ecstasy; my tits swelled audibly, skin stretching taut, then softening into glorious excess. H-cups now, hybrid perfection—heavy yet firm, nipples throbbing like mini-clits.
The weight pulled deliciously, every step sending ripples up my spine. We crashed a underground rave in the warehouse district, bass thumping like a heartbeat, air thick with sweat and spell-smoke.
Public Worship
Dressed in a spellweave micro-dress that barely contained them, cleavage a bottomless chasm, I danced. Strangers ogled, cocks hardening. Tessa grinded behind me, hands kneading my new udders, milk beading at the tips.
“Suck ’em,” I commanded a burly stranger. He latched on, drawing sweet nectar—his dick out in seconds, Tessa jerking him while Marcus fucked me from behind, my tits swinging like pendulums, slapping his thighs.
Crowd formed; hands everywhere. A tattooed vixen tongued my clit as Marcus pounded, Tessa fisting the stranger into my mouth. Cum rained—on tits, in hair, down throat. Orgasms chained, my enhanced rack amplifying every touch tenfold.
“Fucking monsters,” Marcus grunted, painting my ass white.
Chapter 5: Elara’s Challenge 🔥
Back at the penthouse, portal reignited. Elara lounged in her lair, naked save for thigh-high boots, her own rack—implants rivaling mine—glistening oiled.
“Impressed, slut? But can they handle this?” She chanted; pain lanced my nipples—hers swelling larger remotely.
Rage fueled me. I countered, weaving a link. Her tits ballooned absurdly, then mine responded, growing to J-cups, veins pulsing, milk spraying arcs.
Remote Rivalry
“Duel fuck,” she moaned, fingering her clit. Marcus synced us; I felt her phantom cock—no, her energy thrusting into Tessa, who writhed beside me.
We grew each other insanely—tits to beachball enormity, sensitivity cranked. I came endlessly, pussy gushing floods, as Elara screamed her submission.
“You’re in,” Marcus said, slamming into me anew. Tessa milked my udders into her mouth, drinking deep.
Chapter 6: Boundless Ecstasy 💋
Weeks blurred into orgiastic haze. My tits, now enchanted eternals—self-adjusting sizes, lactating on command—became our altars. In the suite, bound by silk ropes, I dangled them over Tessa’s face as Marcus railed her ass. Milk dripped like rain, her tongue lapping frantically.
“Bigger,” I begged. He obliged; flesh ballooned, smothering her. Muffled cries, her body convulsing in throat-orgasm echoes.
Ultimate Union
Elara joined, portal-made flesh. Four-way tangle: her strap-on in my cunt, Marcus in her ass, Tessa under us tribbing. Tits mashed—mine dwarfing hers now—nipples suckled in chain.
Cum, squirt, milk everywhere. Sensory overload: tastes of cream and musk, smells of raw sex, touches like lightning, moans deafening, sights of writhing flesh.
We peaked together, bodies shattering in release. Collapsed, entwined, my enhanced curves heaving. Marcus kissed my swollen lips, whispering, “Perfect, my eternal craving.”
And in that glow, envy faded. Only hunger remained—endless, insatiable.
