All Chapters of SECRET OBSESSION: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Naia's slender fingers grabbed the base of her tail, squeezing along the base, working their way up toward the head. Water swirled around her clit, pulsing it in different directions, throwing her off base. With a yank, Naia pulled Lily free of Mike, spinning her in place to face the nymph."Fuck her, Mike." Naia's eyes lit up, the whole world spinning around the three of them.When Mike penetrated her from behind, Lily's hands were pulled down, bending her over. Naia floated above them, grabbing Lily's tail and twisting it into place."Oh shit," Lily said."You said it yourself," Mike told her, gasping for air. "They are designed after succubi tails.""I don't want to lose!" she cried, her infernal body betraying her."You can and you will." Naia presence was suddenly everywhere. Maneuvering Lily's tail to the head of her ass, the nymph teased her with it. "And you'll like it."With Mike's cock already inside her, Lily let out a shriek, her insides suddenly too full. Her tail was aro

She sat in the black sedan, watching the old, victorian era home across the street. Through the gate and the hedges, she could only make out the upper levels, replete with turrets and large, ornate windows. Inside that home, she knew would find her prey, but one problem remained.Of the many magical enchantments the house had, the most annoying of them all was that you had to be invited. They had bypassed this little detail with the succubus —using Mike's blood had let them bypass the magical barrier through a ritual that had taken hours to complete. Of course, that drop of blood was long gone, as was her patience.No, she would need to find another way in. Stepping out of the sedan, her dark robes billowed around her. Though they stood out in the bright morning light, they made her almost imperceptible to any humans who may be passing by. Unless she directly interacted with somebody, she would be dismissed as a passing shadow, or a homeless person, some non-entity not worth noting. W

Water tendrils rose from the fountain, boiling hot, that whipped at the angry witch. Just when they made contact, the air around Sarah flashed green, revealing a magical shell that protected her."Oh no," Naia said, covering her mouth in horror. She summoned a massive water wall and sent it at Sarah, but it rut around her with no effect."You're harmless as long as I stay out here." Sarah's wand was trained at Naia, the tip of it glowing the same green as her protective barrier. The dagger was already in her other hand, the tip gleaming in the light of day. "And now you can't go back in."Mike looked at Naia, then at Sarah. He needed a plan, some way to get either the wand or the dagger from her. Looking around, he saw that someone else already had a plan in the shape of a ball-peen hammer.Tink burst out of the bushes, hammer raised high. Nearing Sarah, she swung the hammer for the side of her knee. The green shell flashed, knocking Tink head over heels. With a dramatic wave of her

Sarah, seeing the vines move, pointed her wand and fired, a greenish blast of energy that blew the foliage apart. Wand outstretched, her dagger was on the far side of her body, away from Mike. Mike stepped away from the blast, and then behind Sarah. Grabbing her from behind, he pulled her off her feet and into the larger Mandragora vines behind them."What are you doing?" She was inhumanly strong, easily ripping his hands off of her. However, covered in Mike's blood, the Mandragora had sensed them both. Dozens of vines looped around their bodies, Sarah shouting in an arcane language, lighting up the forest floor. Mike held fast to her legs, the vines already dragging him away. Sarah's blade was effective, but there were too many vines to cut. Shrieking at no one in particular, she and Mike were tied up completely, dragged away across the forest floor."You piece of shit," she screamed, kicking at his head. Mike could no longer let go-the vines had tied his arms to her body. Her foot s

Mike opened his eyes, staring at the waning sunlight through the canopy overhead. Scattered rays were dying, a sign that the sun was sinking toward the skyline, ready to slumber until the break of dawn. The forest was quiet – a complete lack of animals meant that the only sound Mike could hear was the occasional rippling of the leaves as the wind brushed them against one another.Lifting his head, he knew that he needed to get back. Though his slumber had been restless, he had clearly slept the day away. Groaning, he leaned out of the makeshift hammock that the Mandragora had made for him and promptly crashed onto the ground, his legs unable to properly support him.“Fuck!” The numb sensation he had experienced earlier had passed. His legs burned as if full of fire ants, and his ankle felt like it had been twisted too far to one side. Checking his surroundings, he scooted around to look at the Mandragora.Sarah’s pod had ominously sealed shut along the top of the mouth. The whole pod