Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 83

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 1 - Episode 83

Tina calmed down a bit, a few seconds later, I hear my parent’s door
open, and then close. I’m in a bad spot now. We can stop, but that will likely leave Tina hurting. I don’t dare keep going, with my dad awake across the hall.

Then I think about Loveth’s room. It’s next to mine, but further away from my parent’s.

If we
can slip in there quietly, we might be able to continue.
Tina is game to try. Every footfall sounds
unnaturally loud on the carpet, every breath oddly raspy and heavy, and I swear I hear my door open on its silent hinges. Yet somehow we find ourselves in my sister’s old room. As soon as the door closes behind me, with the loudest
click I probably don’t really hear, Tina plasters her
body back against mine, and she starts to nibble on my neck. I reach down and grip her hind end, lifting her up, and setting her back onto my
quickly re-hardening d!ckson. It had gone a bit limp from the worrisome trek to this room, but Tina’s
touch definitely has its effect on my libido.

Using my upper body strength, I lift her up and down my cocck, loving how her canal grips my John Thomas. I’ve never felt Tina so wet before, and I wonder what brought it about, as her juices drip
off my scrotum, and dribble down my legs. The only reason I can think of, is the long day in my presence, but unable to really do anything until
now. I’ve tried to talk as little as possible, but I can’t be rude. If that is the case, we will need to find some secluded spot to screw daily, or Tina will tear me in half after a few days without s*x.

My strength isn’t unlimited, and after Tina’s second orgasm, m0an!ng hard into my neck, I walk us
over to where I can make out the bed in the moonlight streaming through the window.

I lay her flat on the bed, and throw her legs onto my shoulders. Squeezing her thighs together, I
make her impossibly tighter and smile as she has to bite her hand, in order to stifle her m0ans. I start nibbling on her ankles near my face, and feel
her start to cream again. It’s too much for me, and I pump my last load from S#xual bliss of the night into Tina’s
slippery hole.

Tina’s m0ans escape her lips as I continue to pump my seed into her. When I finally pull out with a wet slurping sound, I collapse next to her.

Gently kissing her shoulder, I whisper, “You’re trouble, you know that?”
Tina giggles again, but after a moment, we both agree that we need to get to our own beds.
Once safely back in my old room, I find my
cr7 boxers buried in the blankets and just have enough time to pull them on, when I suddenly find myself in the blue, corner-less room.
The white light immediately surrounds me, and I
can feel my strength slowly ebbing out of me.
“VAGE!, PLEASE! I need to talk with you. You don’t have to come in here, just talk with me.” I feel for
her switches, but just as it has happened every other night since our night-long s*x session,
Vage is somehow shielded from me.
“I’m sorry,” I continue to plead, “I’ll do anything I
can to make it up to you, Vage, but I need to talk about
the demons. I need your help to defeat them, Please Vage! PLEASE!”
Silence meets my cries for help.

Defeated I drop to my weakened knees, and
wonder how much Vage must really hate me. I can’t understand why she’d saved me when Dan had captured me. That had been the only time
she’s acknowledged my existence since that Monday night, almost a week ago.

The white light vanishes, and I wait to be sent back to my room.
And wait. . .

I must have dozed off, because a soft voice
startles me, and I tip over. Looking up from the softly vibrating floor, I see a dark rectangular hole
in one side of the rounded room, with a three-fingered hand sticking out of the inky blackness.
“Come with me,” the two tones of Vage’s voice sounds tired. Silently I stand, and walk over to the opening.

I can’t see beyond, and fear clutches my throat as the arm disappears into the impossible darkness.

It looks like the hand is just floating there, sticking out of complete emptiness. I realize Vage must be
able to see just fine in that darkness, and grasp her three-fingered hand.

Vage pulls me through the black rectangle slowly,
but firmly. My steps are halting at first, but as the blackness swallows me, and all sight vanishes, I
feel suddenly alone, despite the hand I hold.

Vage pulls me on, and after a few steps, I pick up my
pace a little, and Vage doesn’t have to drag my tired form as much.