[STORY] Lust Unleashed - The Devil You Know (Patreon)

Ladies and gentlemen, I have something brand new for you guys today. This is something I spent the last week working on - concepting, structuring, writing. It's an actual Lust Unleashed story. Before I got into 3DX, I did a lot of writing. It's something I've kinda been ignoring over the last couple of years because visual arts took precedence, but this is something I've really wanted to go get back.

My experience is not with writing erotica. My thinking has always been that rather than write pure unadulterated smut, I want to write a story that stands on its own two feet in terms of quality but is ALSO highly erotic and pornographic. I think I've accomplished this now.

Below is the first chapter of a brand new storyline. I will in due course provide these with renders, but only as minisets and not as full sets. I'm also not sure if I'm turning these into comics, ever. I want these to be purely intended for those who enjoy reading erotic fiction and who want more narrative Lust Unleashed content. If there's interest in it, I'll keep going. It'll sort of depend on the feedback. I'm all set to keep writing these, I know exactly what the story is and what the beats are, and where to take it in the end, so if the reception is good that's exactly what I'll do.

The image above is just a placeholder to provide some semblance of setting. It's obviously from the Kayla/Sayako set ;) This story does not involve Sayako in any capacity.

This is the music I listened to as I wrote this, I advice you put it on in the background to get lost in the vibe:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13W1J9EwqDI

Hope you enjoy!

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Rain poured down the windows of Kayla’s apartment, a steady patter of bass-frequency static. Reclined in her favorite lounging chair, her eyes followed the drops as they navigated vertically; curving, coalescing, abruptly changing trajectory down glass panes that stretched from floor to ceiling. Behind them, the backdrop of San Francisco, the dark void of the bay, and the lights of Richmond and Berkeley on the far side.

Kayla always enjoyed the beauty of bad weather, especially from this high up. Hers was a suite at the top of a newly constructed series of high rises along South Beach, an aerial retreat for voyeurs and exhibitionists alike. While even this massive two-story residence was camouflaged from a distance by the sheer volume of illuminated windows around it, Kayla always operated on the assumption that somewhere out there, far away, was someone with the means to pierce that veil of privacy.

Someone who could see her in all her glory; a platinum-blonde bombshell with a narrow waist beneath a pair of gorgeous, perfectly round breasts. An ass to match the proportions of her chest exactly right, and a pair of long, sculpted legs with pedicured feet in high heels. All of it framed by a black lace robe draped off the side of her shoulders, along her arms and towards her luscious pink nipples, down her abdomen from there and guiding the eyes towards her finest asset and crowning achievement: an impossibly large, completely self-made seventeen-inch cock.

She held a glass of vintage red wine in her left hand as she slowly stroked her shaft with her right, scanning the outside world past the rain. The risk she ran, which only served to add to her sense of arousal, was that she really wasn’t meant to be seen like this yet. One day, the world would know what she had done for herself. She’d do it for others. But not yet.

She ran a risk inspired by vanity. Kayla knew the consequences could be devastating. And yet… here she sat, almost every other night. Courting disaster. Somewhere deep inside her was a voice that told her to stop. But ever since she’d started working on herself, she had a hard time thinking straight.

She looked around the cavernous space of her apartment, her favorite aspect of it undoubtedly being the two-story high ceiling, with the interior balustrade a gallery leading to rooms on the apartment’s first floor. The living room, the kitchen, and the dining area were all interconnected, unseparated by anything but token dividing furniture. So exciting to be naked in! She had always loved that; nudity in large rooms. Places for formal affairs, public affairs, things you wouldn’t begin to associate with privacy. And yet… the opportunity for it. Even without actively fucking anyone, just sticking her massive cock out in front of her towards nothing in particular was enough to keep her rock-hard.

The sensation of the air alone made both her sexual organs fire on all cylinders. She slid her right hand down the length of her veiny shaft, past her tightly packaged but sizeable testicles, to her moist pussy lips beneath. It was an unusual configuration, her dick not growing from her clit but being entirely separate from it, but that had been the whole point. It was to Kayla the most perfect arrangement: the best of the worlds for a woman who desired not to sacrifice anything about herself, but only to add to what was she already possessed.

She slid her middle finger inside herself, softly whimpering as she did. Her body tensed up and her back arched, her bespoke breasts pressing forward and causing what little purchase the fabric of her gown still had to give way to gravity. Wasn’t it almost impossible to believe this was her own body? In every way she had set out for herself, she had achieved physical perfection; everything about her was designed to loop back in on itself, arousal in one place setting off a response in another, inciting further arousal in turn.

The tip of her cock, now resting in her cleavage as she oriented her pelvis slightly towards herself, beckoned with succulent allure. All she’d need to do, as she’d done so often, was reach slightly forward and wrap her mouth around it, her lips curling outward, the pastel-pink lip gloss covering them leaving its feminine mark. Oh, she had spent entire evenings in her own company like this, blissfully self-indulgent, her own heartbeat fed back to her through pulsing veins and throbbing meat.

The soft tapping of heels along the balustrade drew her attention up and to her left. There walked a vixen if there ever was one, a woman whose proportions almost matched Kayla’s own, but had required the hand of no artist. Tatiana Tarasova’s wavy raven-black locks, her narrow waist, her full hips, her regal legs, all of it was natural. As was, indeed, the sixteen-inch cock she displayed without a hint of embarrassment. There walked the real deal, the blueprint for everyone else. And blueprint was right, as without Tatiana’s voluntarily surrender of her genetics, Kayla would not have had anything to base her work on.

Tatiana made her way down the stairs and into the main living area. She wore strapless black thigh-high stockings with a pair of matching platform heels, and a black robe similar to Kayla’s own but made of sheer chiffon instead of lace. It trailed across the heated stone floor behind her as she made her way over to the windows, eyes locked with Kayla’s all the while as cracked a smirk.

“Can’t keep your mind off yourself, can you?” she said, her voice a sultry cadence over the ambient patter of rain and the muted murmur of saxophone music in the background. Tati’s accent was almost spotlessly American, with only a slight trace of Russian still remaining.

Kayla took a sip of her wine before shifting herself upright. The tip of her cock moved further from her mouth, as her shaft twitched with a sudden surge of blood. “It’s not easy being this pretty,” she replied with a teasing tone. “But if you’d rather do my work for me, be my guest.”

Tatiana touched the glass with her right hand, following a raindrop with her index finger. She breathed in deep, exhaled, and stared off into the distance. An AV emerged from the skyline, journeying further out above the bay. A lone trail of blue light drawing across the dark sky.

“Isn’t it crazy, how it almost seems like all of it’s ours?” Tatiana said.

“What, San Fran?”

“The world,” Tatiana said. “We’ve accomplished so much, and somehow…”

“... we haven’t even gotten started,” Kayla finished.

Tati nodded. God, her silhouette was perfect. The way her hair framed her face, the arch of her nose, the curves of her luscious lips. Her makeup was impeccable - her signature black eyeliner and eye-shadow, the slightest application of rouge, a natural shade of glossy pink on her lips. It was the look of a killer, the look of a woman who could seduce you with the merest glance. Kayla had fallen prey to her charms many times over. And yet, something weighed her down.

“Erskine called,” Tatiana said. “Speaking of getting work done.”

Kayla’s breath stalled. “Already?”

“He sees no reason to waste time.”

“Bad news?”

Tatiana’s eyes met Kayla’s, her brow locked in a frown. “Uhuh.”

Kayla stood up and slowly walked over to her. Her breasts fully exposed, her cock sticking forward, still erect. Her gown hung suspended from her forearms, the neckline all the way down her lower back. She turned Tati around and pressed her against the glass, moving one hand up and sliding it between her face and her hair, cupping her cheek.

Tati’s closed her eyes and tilted her head sideways, leaning into the sensation. “It’s our future at risk, Kay,” she said quietly.

Kayla pressed her body up against Tatiana’s, breasts squishing together. “We knew there’d be adversaries along the way. James Erskine does not control our destiny.”

“That makes us the exception, not the rule,” Tati countered.

Pressing a finger against Tatiana’s lips, Kayla softly hushed her.

The two women met each other’s eyes. Tatiana only nodded. Kayla slowly lowered herself into a squatting pose, and moved Tati’s cock towards her mouth. “We have options,” she said, before sliding the tip into her mouth. She felt Tatiana tense up, growing more erect with each sucking motion. But truth was, this was therapy for both of them. A way to take their mind off things.

Downplay it as she might, she had hoped to take Erskine’s call personally. Instead, he had been content to leave a bellicose message with someone he believed to be her assistant. She had options, perhaps, but no guarantees. And no real allies, either.

She bobbed her head back and forth, Tatiana’s cock touching the back of her throat with each motion. Kayla’s mind zoned out to the repeating movement as Tatiana lost herself to bliss. Before long, neither woman was much thinking about future threats, and all that one might see as a far-away voyeur in that distant AV were two of the prettiest women in existence, lost in gorgeous ecstasy.