&lt;p&gt;Amy is young, beautiful... and alone. Isolated by her job as a university head librarian, ignored by the man she loves, she's desperate for a change. But when she sneaks down to the library's lowest levels for a peak at an ancient demon summoning text, she gets more than she bargained for. The demon she releases promises her erotic delights beyond her imaginings... for a price.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning! This is a 7,000 word erotic story that includes demonic possession, double and triple penetration, oral and anal sex, an Asian librarian, horn-rimmed glasses, stockings, high heels and tentacles. Adults only! All characters portrayed are intended to be over 18 years of age, even where not explicitly stated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An extract...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something shot through the air towards her, faster than she could follow. She felt a sudden weight at her left wrist and looked at it, stunned. There was a tentacle wrapped around it; pure black and wetly shining, as thick around as her wrist itself, with a rounded tip. She touched it with her other hand experimentally: the surface was rubbery and coated in a viscous, transparent slime. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and pulled at the thing. Muscles under the surface flexed in response, keeping it snugly tight. It had her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another tentacle whipped out and grabbed her right wrist, pulling it away. Both of them led off into the dark, twisting mass. She yanked at it, hard, and in response it pulled back, almost dragging her off her feet. The tentacles rose up, as flexible and controllable as a cat's tail, lifting her arms with them until they were outstretched overhead and off to the sides in a 'Y'. She was helpless. Just like in her fantasies. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She panted, but didn't cry out. She could feel something starting, down in the depths of her, swirling like the very start of a tornado; a dark twist of energy right in her groin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A third tentacle approached, moving much more slowly. It crept along the ground, then rose to eye level when it was just a few feet from her. Like the others, it was as thick around as her slender wrist, but at the end it bulged just like a--&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She fought it in her mind. Just like a cock. A thick, black, shining cock, but with a flexible, intelligent shaft that was longer than she could ever need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It rose up in front of her face, as if the thing was making sure she could see it clearly. It moved nearer... nearer. And then it was touching her cheek, knocking against the arm of her horn-rimmed glasses. It rubbed her there, slowly, spreading its slime across her skin. For a second she twisted away, the feel of it so utterly alien. But then as it rubbed, the idea of it, so deeply sexual and wrong, connected with her on that base level she'd been denying for so long. She let it play across her cheek, even pushed her head forward to meet it. And when it moved across her mouth, she kissed it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It pulled back and hung there in mid-air, as if watching her. Smaller tentacles darted out. One snaked under her skirt, and she gasped as she felt it against her stockinged leg, then her bare thigh, then the thin material of her briefs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was pushing up past the waistband of her skirt and emerging above. It hooked over, tightening... and then pulled and there was the sound of rending threads. Her blue skirt tore down the zip, the fastening popping off, and it fell uselessly around her feet, the tails of her blouse flapping around her thighs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her legs were revealed, shapely and beautiful, the black seamed hold-ups contrasting perfectly with her tan skin. Her towering heels made her legs look endless, her thighs tensed and poised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;From the Author&lt;p&gt;This was a really fun opportunity to do something with demons, grimoires, mind control and tentacled monsters.  If you're a fan of tentacle scenes in anime, you'll like this story. &lt;/p&gt;About the Author&lt;p&gt;I live and work in London: yes, I do wear a suit and have a day job. I love small, independent coffee shops, late nights, cold beer (I'm a beer girl, not a wine girl, sorry) and shoes that I can't really afford. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I write explicit, often edgy erotica. My stories tend to be a bit longer than the average and common themes are pregnancy, domination and humiliation. If that sounds like your cup of tea, we'll get on famously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recently released my first gangbang story: 'Gangbanged in the Sauna'.  It's also about a lawyer: this one ends up on her own in a gym that's being used by the local football team.  After they've thoroughly drooled over her working out in tight gym gear, they run into her again in the sauna... where she takes on all five of them in a no-holds (or holes)-barred gang bang.  If that sounds like your sort of thing, you can get to it through my author page (or just search for 'Victoria Wessex')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;

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