Welcome to part two of the Floating Temptress. Shall we continue to follow the Krasue, Laila’s hunt? Discover the other lucky virile men to encounter such a thirsty being? If you missed part one get caught up now!
The Hunt Continues
The following night, under a canopy of Halloween fireworks bursting like orgasms in the sky, she ventured to a lavish costume party in a sprawling villa. Disguised as a seductive ghost bride, her veil hiding the ethereal glow of her neck, Laila scanned the crowd of masked revelers. Her senses zeroed in on another prize: Marco, a Italian businessman with a reputation whispered in the shadows. He lounged by the pool, his tailored suit doing little to hide the outline of his endowment—a legendary ten-incher. Rumored to be as thick as a wristwatch, curved perfectly for deep penetration.
She approached with a sway in her hips, her tendrils already extending invisibly to brush his inner thigh. “Dance with me?” she asked, her voice laced with compulsion.
Marco’s dark eyes lit up, his hand enveloping hers as he pulled her close. They moved to the throbbing music, bodies pressing together, her breasts crushed against his chest while his cock hardened against her belly. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, nipping at her ear.
“You have no idea,” she replied, guiding him away from the party to a secluded gazebo overlooking the water. Moonlight danced on the waves as she dropped to her knees, her veil falling away to reveal her hungry gaze.
Unleashing His Beast
Marco unzipped, unleashing his beast. It was magnificent—long and girthy, the shaft a lattice of bulging veins, the head flared and weeping pre-cum. Laila moaned, her mouth watering as she traced her tongue along the length, from base to tip, savoring the velvety skin over steel hardness. “So big… I need this inside me,” she whispered, before engulfing him.
She sucked with expert fervor, her head bobbing as she deep-throated him effortlessly, her spectral nature allowing her to take every inch without gagging. Her tendrils coiled around the base, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, while her hands cupped his heavy balls, massaging them to coax out more. Marco groaned, his fingers in her hair, fucking her face with shallow thrusts that made her pussy clench in envy.
Rising, she shed her dress, revealing her naked form—full breasts with dark nipples begging to be sucked, a trimmed patch above her dripping slit. She pushed him onto a cushioned bench, mounting him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappear into her ass. The stretch was exquisite; his girth forced her tight ring open, inch by burning inch, until she was seated fully, his balls pressed against her pussy.
Draining Marco
“Fuck my ass, big boy,” she demanded, bouncing with abandon. The friction was intense, his veined shaft dragging against her inner walls, hitting nerves that made stars explode behind her eyes. Marco thrust up, his hands spanking her cheeks, leaving red marks that fueled her hunger.
She rode him harder, her body reforming to heighten the sensations—tendrils teasing her clit while she ground down. When he came, it was volcanic: cum erupting deep in her ass, filling her until it leaked out in creamy rivulets. She milked him relentlessly, her muscles contracting to draw out every spurt, absorbing the hot flood until he was utterly depleted, slumping in euphoric fatigue.
The Floating Temptress Must Have More!
Laila floated away as the party raged on, her essence renewed but craving more. The night was young.
By the third eve, Halloween’s peak, she sought a trio to sate her escalating thirst. In a underground fetish club disguised as a haunted masquerade, she found them: three men—Ethan, a rugged local with an eight-inch curved cock perfect for g-spot torment; Liam, a lithe twink whose surprising thickness made up for his slender build; and Derek, the alpha with a eleven-inch monster that swung like a pendulum between his legs.
They eyed her in the dim red lights, drawn by her aura of dominance. “Join us?” Ethan asked, his voice husky.
Laila smirked, leading them to a private dungeon room adorned with chains and mirrors. “Only if you let me drain you all.”
Clothes shed, their cocks stood proud—Ethan’s curving upward like a hook, Liam’s girthy and straight, Derek’s a towering pillar of veins and power. She started with Ethan, dropping to suck him while her hands stroked the others. Her mouth was a vortex, tongue lashing his frenulum as she hollowed her cheeks, drawing pre-cum like nectar.
The Trio Unleashed
Then Liam, bending her over to take his thickness in her pussy from behind, the stretch making her cry out in pleasure. He pounded her, balls slapping her clit, while she jerked Derek’s massive length, feeling it pulse in her grip.
Derek claimed her last, laying her on a velvet altar as he plunged into her ass. With a length reaching depths that made her vision blur. The others watched, stroking themselves. Until she unleashed a symphony: Ethan in her mouth, Liam in her pussy, Derek in her ass. She was filled completely, their cocks rubbing through thin walls, the friction building to a crescendo.
They came one after another—Ethan flooding her throat, Liam painting her womb, Derek erupting in her ass like a torrent. She absorbed it all. Her body glowing as she sucked them dry. Leaving them in a heap of sated exhaustion, cocks spent and limp.
She’ll Be Back Don’t You Worry
As the clock struck midnight, Laila detached fully, her head floating triumphantly into the night, trailing satisfied sighs. The hunger was quelled—for now. But Halloween’s spell lingered, promising more hunts, more big cocks to claim, in the endless dance of desire.
Do you desire for the cock-milking Krasue to find you this Halloween? If so let us know in the comments, perhaps you will, will make it so!
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