Lost Canvas - Cities of Temptations and Desires
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.
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Chapter 3
Oh my! But what am I seeing? – I am being a witness, or I will be part of this ménage.
My God! Now it's Nathaniel who slides his hand under her skirt, where she pulls me, both of them opening my suit, each one of them, one finger going into my folds, rubbing, and squeezing my clit, my pussy being rubbed, almost drenched in the rain outside, amid cars pulling out of the parking lot, where I have two mouths on my lips.
"God..., god..." I start moaning.
Then, reaching down towards my neck, then opening my suit, pulling my breasts out, I'm on fire as each one of them sucks each one of my breasts.
Then pushing me, as my boss lifts my boss, pushes her up against the upholstery of the car seat, where they both start rubbing me, then her, and then start rubbing her.
Wow!
Oh my God! What do I do?
I don't know if it orgasms, but my pussy starts to get soaked.
I want to get out, at the same time I want to stay, I don't know the countless feeling inside me.
I don't know what I want, I don't want to see what they're doing, I'm excited, but I also can't leave here, where I'm afraid of regretting, of never experiencing something like this, without giving it a chance, in that they'll know I was excited and confused.
My wet pussy, my breasts being sucked.
It was then, that I was pulled between the laps, between them, when I have my head in his lap, Feuer, he has his mouth on my pussy, me moaning and panting.
Even though I initially don't move, I can't help but see what they do, feel the fire then soon Nathaniel moves me, then forces her to turn around. He puts himself between me and her, puts his penis inside my mouth, Feuer's mouth in my pussy, which had already lowered my panties, her own, in which she takes off, rubs herself on me, my moans are muffled by the huge penis that barely fits in my mouth.
Between the man coming, inside my mouth in less than ten minutes, even though hard, he takes my mouth with his.
Then I come in Feuer's mouth.
In which first with his mouth and then with his hands, thrusting into my pussy.
I feel the fire of your acts.
Oh my god I sell my boss's ass.
What a round muscular ass it was then I hear Nathaniel asking.
- Did you want me to stop...?
- I... - For the first time of indecision, I say...
- No... - Then the woman starts to fuck my pussy with her tongue and fingers, he positions himself behind her, shifting inside the car, lowering the steering chair, kneeling behind my boss.
- And you Feuer? - She questioned her.
" Say, what do you want me to do with you?"
My boss, like a cat in heat, murmurs with her mouth on my pussy, we are completely given over to him.
" Whatever you want...whatever you want.
So, Feuer is starting to fuck my pussy, his cock thrusting inside his pussy, amidst the screaming and moaning with his mouth and tongue inside me, his growls as he fucks Feuer's pussy, while the woman eats.
Wow, what, my God, what! And me in the front row. All that's missing is the popcorn, I'm not just the spectator, I'm the participant.
Nathaniel goes back to pushing her on with the back-and-forth motion, thrusting his pelvis between screams and moans, the woman with her fingers and her tongue inside me.
Nathaniel then spreads his legs further and sucks her. Oh, my goodness! But what am I witnessing? My boss, Miss Maniac, lets out a groan and I cover my eyes. But the curiosity, the attraction for the forbidden, that is, whatever you call it.
Then they overwhelm me, and I start moaning loudly and screaming, listening to the vibrations of Feuer's screams and moans in my pussy.
In which I remain blank without blinking I see how he, after enjoying himself, moves away from her a few centimetres, he fucks her pussy, with obscene and wet noises.
Still with her fingers inside me, where she eats me, then she sticks one finger, then two, and rising, grabs her dark hair and pulls it to her, while moving her fingers at a rhythm that, why? to deny? would make anyone sigh moan and scream.
" Oh, God...yes...yes..." I hear my boss groan. Breathing hard, I come myself amid his screams, the deep, powerful thrusts.
I'm going to have a fit, I come in Feuer's mouth.
I feel a tremendous orgasm one after the other, in the midst of my heat!
Like it or not, seeing all this is giving me a frenzy, and it's not because I've been nervous, that my sex life is super lukewarm, bordering on predictable, so this live and color scene is turning me on, now I I'll let them do whatever they want to me, even if it's just one time, that's if they want to.
Between Nathaniel's thrusts, I'm screaming at each of them, inside me, the woman must be wet, get out of her.
Then she's gone and has my head, in her lap, next to the driver's seat.
It's been a long time since I've seen that wet mast, I'm astounded when I see that he puts everything in at once, so I die!
He starts to enter inside me, pushing, I see that I've never felt anything like it, such pleasure, but what a pleasure... And just for what makes my boss moan.
They both moan, with my legs spread, Feuer sucking on my breasts, while she masturbates with his fingers in her pussy, hands kneading my breasts, Nathaniel's cock fucking my soaking pussy.
My nipples are hard, and I soon realize I'm touching them. But at what moment did I slip my hand inside my blouse? I quickly pull my hand away, but my nipples and my desire protest.
I never knew, screaming and moaning, the woman leaves her position in that huge car, she turns me on all fours, both of them sucking and eating my pussy, alternating between eating my back hole, between fucking my pussy, and sucking there even, between my screams, my breasts being pulled and squeezed.
I never thought I would do these things, but now I do, the minutes between thrusts, several minutes later, after several moans and jolts, Nathaniel and my boss pull themselves together. Wow! It's already finished when they seat me, then leave, and at that time, I breathe a sigh of relief, they take me elsewhere.
When I finally have an orgasm again, I come to myself, at that time, I see that it is another place, it seemed like the lights were on, where I, they put me in the car seat, where my hands are shaking, both are overseeing me.
So, that's when I realize that my breathing is accelerated, I'm so excited that from what I've just witnessed, seen, and felt, between each of them, they start to fuck me faster, massaging my breasts, turning me on my side, while Nathaniel put one leg of mine, on top of his, getting behind me.
So, Nathaniel was continuing to thrust me, at that time, Feuer, holding, sucking, and massaging my clitoris, in which I close my eyes as I am being taken away to a world of pleasure, forgetting about my problems at home, my life that takes a turn, in which I and I think about how I never thought I would have sex at this intensity.
God how hot is that.
Ten minutes twenty, between that close to 1 hour, between the thrusts, changing positions, I had a blackout, still in the middle of the thrusts, mouths on my breasts, the man on top of me, with my legs open, sucking my boobs.
I'm turned, with the woman, sucking my breasts, with Nathaniel behind me, fucking my back hole.
At the end of the fuck, when he leaves me, I feel the cum inside me....
I thank God I have an IUD; the rain has stopped, the car pulls away, I'm maneuverer behind the vehicle with Feuer caressing me with the fact that I'm high with pleasure, one last kiss, they drop me off at my building, I live in an apartment complex.
- I'll call the locksmith tomorrow. - He said, both pulling me into a kiss, before saying goodbye..., with me getting out of his car, wet looking more than fucked.
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8.4
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
7.2
The Royal Pack’s glowing moonstone token rested in my palm.
Before I could even process the miracle of my rebirth, my half-sister Alyssa snatched it right out of my hand.
"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.
My family easily caved to her whining. They forced me to take her place and marry Alpha Kaelen, a man they called an insane, crippled monster with three feral adopted sons. They laughed, expecting his beast to tear me apart before the honeymoon was over.
Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.
In my previous life, that exact token had made me the Alpha King’s Luna. But I was just a convenient, disposable meat shield for his true human mate. I died agonizingly, choking on poison meant for her, while the King didn't even blink.
I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.
But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.
I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.
I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.
I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.
7.4
The house was a living inferno, the heat devouring the air in my lungs as I clutched my five-year-old daughter to my chest. Emily was dead weight, her skin already cooling even as the room turned into a furnace of orange and black.
Through the stinging smoke, I saw my husband, Kenney, crawling toward the door with a wet handkerchief pressed to his face. He didn't look back at the crib, and he didn't call my name; he was simply leaving us to burn.
I lunged forward and grabbed his ankle, my nightgown catching fire, but he didn't reach down to save me. He recoiled in horror at the sight of my burning hair and our dead child, kicking me back with a panicked shriek.
"Let go!" he shrieked.
I died as a massive, flaming timber snapped from the ceiling and crushed us both into silence. I couldn't believe that the man I loved would leave his family to die just to save his own skin, but the rage I felt was colder than the death that followed.
But then the burning stopped instantly, replaced by a cold so sharp it made my teeth ache. I gasped, jerking upright in my bed to find the velvet duvet cool under my palms and the nursery quiet, with Emily still breathing softly in her crib.
I had returned to the winter morning two years before the fire, the exact day Kenney finalized the deal to sell me to the King for a promotion. As Kenney stepped into the room with a practiced mask of concern, I realized I was no longer the victim of this story.
"A nightmare, my love?" he asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder.
I flinched away, my eyes burning with a hatred he couldn't yet understand. Tonight was the Winter Masquerade, the night he planned to offer me to the King as a prize, but this time, I was going to turn his social ladder into a gallows.
9.7
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.