THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

THE HOUSE THAT FEEDS ON SIN 4

The chamber beyond the arch was circular, walls lined with black obsidian that drank the torchlight. In the center stood a single mirror—tall, ornate, framed in what looked like bone. Its surface swirled with silver mist, refusing to show any reflection.

Stephanie clutched Riley's arm, her nails digging in. "I don't want to go first. Please, God, not me."

But the mirror had other plans.

The mist parted, and images began to form—not in the mirror itself, but in their minds. Stephanie gasped, her eyes going wide as the fantasy flooded her consciousness. It was her deepest secret, the one she'd never told anyone: being completely dominated. Bound. Used. Two men at once, their hands everywhere, no control, no choices, just her body surrendered to their pleasure.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, I can't…"

The voice echoed through the chamber. "Stephanie. Your fantasy requires two partners. The mirror has chosen... Kai and Nathan."

Kai's head snapped toward her, his usual unreadable expression cracking into something raw. Nathan adjusted his glasses with a trembling hand, his face pale but eyes darkening.

"The mirror never lies," the voice purred. "You will act it out. Now."

Stephanie's legs trembled as Kai approached her first. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his silence suddenly menacing in a way that made her core clench despite her fear. Nathan followed slower, his lean frame tense, sweat beading on his forehead.

"On your knees," Kai said. It wasn't a request.

Stephanie dropped. Her heart hammered as Kai unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. His c**k sprang out—thick, long, veined, already half-hard. Nathan moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips from behind as he positioned himself.

"Open," Kai commanded.

Stephanie opened her mouth. He fed his c**k between her lips, and she took him deep, gagging slightly as the head hit the back of her throat. Saliva spilled down her chin as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the shaft. Kai groaned, threading his fingers through her hair, controlling the pace.

Behind her, Nathan yanked her jeans down, exposing her ass and p***y in one rough motion. She heard him spit, felt his fingers part her folds, then the blunt pressure of his c**k pushing inside her. Stephanie moaned around Kai's shaft as Nathan filled her, stretching her tight walls.

"f**k, she's wet," Nathan muttered, pulling back before slamming in again.

Kai thrust deeper into her throat, and Stephanie's eyes watered. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, she only feel the c**k in her mouth, the c**k in her p***y, both moving in a rhythm that owned her completely. Nathan's fingers dug into her hips, leaving bruises as he pounded into her from behind. The wet sounds of her p***y taking him filled the chamber, mixing with her muffled moans.

"Harder," Kai growled, looking down at her. "Take all of it."

He pulled out of her mouth, letting her gasp for air before flipping her onto all fours. Nathan didn't stop, if anything, he f****d her faster, his balls slapping against her c**t with each thrust. Kai moved in front of her again, gripping her chin.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Stephanie obeyed. Kai dragged the head of his c**k across her tongue, coating it with pre-c*m, then pushed back inside her throat. He f****d her face while Nathan f****d her p***y, both men using her like she'd always dreamed. Her own arousal dripped down her thighs, her c**t throbbing untouched.

"I'm gonna come," Nathan announced, his thrusts turning erratic.

Kai pulled out of Stephanie's mouth just as Nathan buried himself deep, shooting hot c*m inside her p***y. She felt it flood her, spilling out around his shaft as he withdrew. But Kai wasn't done.

He dragged her to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over the edge of the mirror's frame. "Hold on," he ordered.

Stephanie gripped the bone frame as Kai pushed his c**k into her p***y from behind…her p***y already full of Nathan's c*m, making the slide obscenely wet. He f****d her hard, fast, his hips slamming against her ass. She screamed, the sound echoing off obsidian walls.

Nathan watched, his softening c**k still glistening, then moved closer. He grabbed Stephanie's hair, pulling her head back, and fed his c**k back into her mouth. It was still slick with her saliva and his own fluids.

The group watched in stunned silence. Riley's face was pale but flushed. Chelsea hid her eyes but peeked through her fingers. Damien's jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it might crack.

Stephanie's orgasm built like a wave, crashing through her as Kai hammered into her g-spot. She came with a scream muffled by Nathan's c**k, her p***y clenching so hard Kai groaned and pulled out just in time. His c*m shot across her ass and lower back, hot and thick, joining the mess already coating her thighs.

The mirror flared bright.

"Trial complete. Riley. Your fantasy is next."

Riley stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically. "No. No, I don't…"

But the images came anyway, flooding her mind. Her deepest fantasy: being worshipped. Licked. Devoured. Every inch of her body claimed by a woman's mouth, hands, tongue. She'd dreamed of soft curves pressed against hers, of fingers buried inside her, of tasting another woman's arousal on her lips.

"The mirror chooses Chelsea."

Chelsea's eyes went wide. "Me? But I've never…"

"The mirror never lies."

The two women stared at each other across the chamber. Riley's breath came in shallow gasps, her n*****s hardening visibly beneath her thin shirt. Chelsea bit her lip, fear and curiosity warring on her face.

"Please," Riley whispered, surprising herself. "I need... I need someone to..."

Chelsea stepped forward. Her hands shook as she reached for Riley's waist, pulling her close. Their lips met in a tentative kiss that deepened quickly, both women melting into it. Riley moaned into Chelsea's mouth as Chelsea's tongue slid against hers.

Chelsea broke the kiss, trailing her lips down Riley's neck. She sucked at the pulse point, leaving a mark, while her hands pushed Riley's shirt up. She pulled it over Riley's head, exposing her breasts—small, perky, n*****s already hard and dark.

"God, you're beautiful," Chelsea breathed, then lowered her mouth to one n****e.

She sucked hard, her tongue flicking the peak while her fingers pinched the other. Riley arched into her touch, hands fumbling with Chelsea's top. Soon they were both topless, breasts pressed together as they kissed again, more desperate this time.

Chelsea pushed Riley onto the altar, the stone warm against her bare back. She kissed down Riley's stomach, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down along with her soaked panties. Riley's p***y was already glistening, her scent filling the air.

"Please," Riley begged. "Eat me. f**k me with your tongue."

Chelsea spread Riley's thighs wide and lowered her head. Her tongue parted Riley's folds, tasting her for the first time—sweet and musky and intoxicating. She licked from her entrance to her c**t, circling the swollen nub before sucking it into her mouth.

Riley screamed, her hips bucking. "Oh f**k, yes, right there…"

Chelsea slid two fingers inside Riley's wet p***y, pumping them in and out while her tongue worked her c**t. Riley's hands fisted in Chelsea's hair, holding her there, grinding against her face. The wet sounds of Chelsea's mouth filled the chamber, obscene and relentless.

"I'm gonna come," Riley panted.

Chelsea doubled down, sucking harder, fingering faster. Riley's orgasm ripped through her, her p***y clenching around Chelsea's fingers as she squirted a hot gush of fluid that soaked Chelsea's chin and the altar beneath.

Chelsea lapped it up greedily, then climbed up Riley's body. She positioned herself above Riley's face, her own p***y dripping with arousal.

"Your turn," Chelsea whispered.

Riley pulled Chelsea down, burying her face between Chelsea's thighs. She licked through her folds, tasting her for the first time—musky, sweet, perfect. Chelsea moaned above her, grinding against Riley's tongue as she slid two fingers inside her p***y.

They came together, mouths on each other, screams muffled by slick flesh.

The mirror flared one final time.

Then the far wall groaned open, revealing one last chamber.

Inside stood different statues—grotesque, intertwined, each depicting a different s****l position. Above them, carved in blood-red letters:

THE FINAL TRIAL

Each of you will f**k each other. In every position the statues display. No exceptions. No mercy.

The house is hungry.

And you are its feast.

The torches went out.

Darkness swallowed them whole.