Unblemished
by @oceanicwhisperOn her eighteenth birthday, Alara kneels on the white cushioned podium, wrists bound above her head, her sheer dress doing nothing to hide her body from the theatre of watching eyes. Three men—chosen by chits she picked blind—will take her apart in rounds, making her bleed onto the flower-shaped stool as the cameras record every angle. When she’s finally untied, she must bring herself to one last orgasm alone, proving she’s ready to serve.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Alara
An 18-year-old woman with sun-kissed skin and a cascade of honey-blonde hair, her body soft and curved from a life of careful cultivation. She kneels in a sheer white sleeveless fleece dress that clings to every line of her, her pink nipples rigid against the translucent fabric, a faint blush spreading across her chest as she waits. Her hands are bound above her, arching her back, and her hazel eyes hold a mix of serene acceptance and trembling anticipation.
Darius Cole
A 32-year-old man with a broad, scarred chest and forearms like oak, his skin a deep bronze from years of labor in the pleasure house's stables. He has a thick, groomed black beard and piercing grey eyes that scan the crowd with a predator's calm, his hands calloused and steady. When he stands to remove his pants, his cock is almost impossibly thick and 8.5 inches long—the first chosen to deflower Alara.
Marek Voss
A lean, 28-year-old man with sharp cheekbones and slicked-back dark hair, his pale skin almost luminous under the theatre lights. He moves with a dancer's fluidity, his fingers long and nimble—perfect for teasing and edging. A thin silver chain hangs around his neck, catching the light as he leans in to grope and stroke Alara's trembling body.
Silas Kane
A 35-year-old mountain of a man with a shaved head and a thick, salt-and-pepper beard, his arms covered in faded tattoos from his youth as a dockworker. He has warm brown eyes that crinkle when he smiles, a stark contrast to his imposing frame. He's the one who will take her from behind, his thick hands gripping her hips as she kneels in doggy.
Mistress Lyra
A statuesque woman in her late 40s with sharp, elegant features and silver-streaked black hair pulled into a severe bun. She wears a floor-length crimson gown, her long nails painted to match, and watches the ceremony from a raised dais with a cool, approving gaze. She is the head of the pleasure house, the one who orchestrates every detail of Alara's deflowering.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The First Chit
Alara kneels on the cushioned white podium, her bound arms arching her back, the sheer fleece dress clinging to her sweat-slick skin as the theatre lights warm her. Mistress Lyra's voice rings out, na
The Second Chit
Alara is still kneeling in the wet cotton, her mouth slick and open, when Mistress Lyra's voice cuts through the murmur: 'Chit number twelve.' A lean man with slicked-back dark hair rises from the thi
The Weight of Him
Silas's hands grip her hips, calloused and sure, and he pulls her back onto his cock in one slow, inexorable push—she feels herself stretch around him, a deep, burning fullness that makes her gasp int