Epilogue 1: Misty Noxx

“Alright folks we need this set ready in the next five minutes! Misty is on her way as we speak!” Santana directed the film crew.

Today was the final shoot day for Incarnal, the next Factory Film newest feature. It was also to be the first showcase of first showcase of a rising star that Santana herself said is the next big thing in Adult Entertainment, Misty Noxx.

The crew began making their final checks on sound, film, and the practical effects of the set, which had been turned from a clean looking laboratory as established earlier in the film to a dirty and messy hovel, with a giant ruby coffin propped upright and surrounded by candles. At this point in the film, the Janitor and the two lab assistants had been indoctrinated and have become the thralls of a disembodied entity, evidenced by the red symbols now painted on their bodies. They were to bring the Dean of the University to the coffin, as she was set to also be enthralled under the power of their mistresses. They had already filmed the scene before where they **** the scientist who unearthed their goddess into the coffin, as she was to become the host and new flesh of lust. They prepared the ritual just like they saw in their visions, now it was time for her to come out.

“Giselle, have you worked with Misty yet?” Emmanuelle Eros asked as she adjusted her thrall costume, a lab coat that had been torn to resemble cultish robes that granted easy access to all her body, and the red symbols being applied between her tits by a makeup artist.

“This will actually be our first scene together, although from what I have seen in the dailies, I wish I got to see her in the before part of this story.” She admitted as she adjusted her tight blouse to properly tease her lacy bra underneath.

“She is a real firecracker. Real sweetheart too. Feels like she has been a pro for years.” Dirk Dixon said as he lifted some dumbbells to get in a light pump. He was well into his sixties but had the grizzled older stud look on lock.

“Having fun over here boys and girls?” Santana said in a teasing tone, she was dressed in a body suit that wrapped her curves tight, completing the look with a cut off bomber jacket that had ‘Director’ written across the back in pink lettering.

“Just waiting on the main attraction…Say boss, you were kidding when you said she had surgery yesterday right?” France DeJong asked curiously as a PA began to spritz his upper body with flecks of dark red paint, trying to match the patterns she applied to Giselle and Dirk, smirking as the PA licked her lips when he opened his loincloth to reveal his cock for her to pray too.

“France, do I ever joke?” she said, smacking him on the ass and grasping it. She loved the young stud’s build, and honestly felt Jealous that Emmanuelle got to see that ass every night now.

“Surprising I know, and if it were anybody else, we would wait a few weeks…but trust me when I say she will be good to go, and more.”

“I guess we will see about that, you are putting a lot of trust in this newcomer.” Giselle said..

“Giselle, I have no doubt you will be apologizing for doubting her once she is done making you cum.” Santana laughed.

Behind a two-way glass pane, a crowd of spectators had started to gather, most of them current candidates of The Factory. This was to also serve as Misty’s graduation of course, such events were always made public to celebrate the final step to becoming a true Bimbo or Stud. Sitting in the front row several notable producers Santana had contracted to Factory Films sat. Misty Noxx was to be a contract star after all, they wanted to see this new starlet for themselves.

Beth and Tso also sat in the front row, Tso nervously tapping her foot.

She had spent all night designing Misty’s wardrobe for this scene, going off measurements that had only been finalized in the wee hours of the morning. Even though she knew it would be a perfect look, she was hoping Misty gave it that final missing touch.

“Make way please, make way!”

Dr. William backed through the door, wheeling into a figure wrapped up like a mummy in medical gauze.

“Ah here we are! Thanks, Doc, for getting our star here on time.” Santana cheerfully exclaimed.

“Yes, well, excuse the bandages…it was her idea…Misty also would like everyone to close their eyes until she is in the prop over there and ready to go? Something about keeping them edging? I don’t know you bloody theatrical types confuse me with such talk sometimes.” Dr. Williams said with a huff as the figure scoffed under the wraps.

“Well, you heard her everyone! EYES SHUT. I better not see one blink, or you will be getting my titty in your cornea.” Santana said with a firm command.

The crew and cast did so automatically, and after a brief moment of the audience debating if such a punishment would be such a bad bad thing, did so as well.

All anybody would have heard is the clipping of Gauze and a sudden gasp of excitement by Santana, followed by giddy and gleeful laughter, immediately shushed by another voice…one who then began to unzip a costume bag. Then there was a creaking noise of the coffin lid being lifted, and then clicked down and set into place.

“Alright eyes open! Misty is ready to go! PLACES EVERYONE. Let’s make some smut!”

Dirk, France, and Giselle got into position, the men holding her by the arms and having her down on her knees. Emmanuelle knelt before the coffin in a worship-like pose, she was to will the goddess to wake and reveal her new form.

The crew set in their positions, cameras were whirring to life, and a production assistant went to each and clacked a scene card in front of each.

“Incarnate, Scene 38, take one.” Followed by a loud snap.

“Ok everyone, time to put in some work!” Santana exclaimed walking back to the bay of monitors and her director’s chair.

“Lights. Camera. AND ACTION!”

“Lustful one, the crimson moon rises in the sky…we have done as you asked. Prepared the chamber for your ascension. We have even brought you a gift, a new soul to see your light and sin.” Emily chanted in the language imparted upon her in her visions from her new life and light. She was fully nude, and her body was painted with several symbols in red paint.

David the Janitor and her boyfriend Evan held down Dean Hadley, both naked and fully erect. They would soon serve their purpose in anointing the newest acolyte of ancient lust.

“You who have given us a new purpose, new joy, who shall return in the form of perfection upon this world. Let our bodies be the first to receive your blessing, let us become the messengers of your love!”

“YOU ALL ARE OUT OF YOUR MINDS! I demand you let me go!” The Dean yelled as she was slapped by Evan, who simply grunted in anger.

She never thought after Evan and David convinced her to have a threesome together that they would knock her out and drag her to Kristen’s lab, which was now fashioned like some macabre sex dungeon with the artifact hosted in the center, surrounded by candles and lewd drawings on the floor. She knew giving that little bitch this project was a mistake, a mistake of her own hubris, considering she also indulged in her authority over her by having her talented tongue please her on off hours.

Emily ignored the Dean; she did not matter. She would soon see the truth and become her sister in worship. She arched her back and began to massage her pussy, moaning as she fingered herself and coated her fingers in dripping wet lust. She flecked her cum across the floor and the sarcophagus, which started to faintly glow.

The Dean looked on in horror as the sigils on the ground started to glow too, flowing towards the casket, which started to light up in the deep carvings all over its surface. Derek panted in expectation, he had been waiting for this day since he found Kristen passed out in her lab after the sarcophagus was first delivered here, and upon him checking if she was ok, instead had the most insane sex of his life, his first exposure to what the holiest of sluts will bring to the world.

“Now, ANCIENT ONE, RISE AND RECLAIM YOUR WORLD! RISE IN YOUR NEW FLESH AND BECOME THE IDOL OF NATIONS!”

In a flash of blinding red light, all of the sigils flashed out, pulsing their energy into the coffin before ceasing. A few seconds of full silence passed; the air thick with energy.

The lid of the coffin then burst off the lower half, flying through the air and crashing to the floor with a loud thud.

Emerging from the layer of thick smoke inside, was a delicate hand, each finger tipped with a perfectly manicured nail, seemingly painted a shimmering red.

Auinemini emerged from the smoke, Kristen was no more.

She began transforming her host after possessing her body after she opened her tomb for the first time, subtlety of course. To Kristen, a young scientist with a bright mind, it would seem like she was just feeling fitter, her core a bit tighter, her skin a bit clearer. All a ruse. Auinemini was leading her on from the start, tricking her into fulfilling the ritualistic steps needed for Kristen to become her new host, the new flesh for her immortal soul.

Now the transformation was complete. Her new body was lithe and fit, her muscles sculpted to emote power and seduction. Her legs now long and luscious, leading to an ass that was perfectly symmetrical to her form. Her breasts were full and glorious. She decided to match the current era’s fashion of women sporting enhanced bosoms, resembling the perfect cross between g cup implants and supple natural breasts. Each nipple was erect, and now held in place by piercings implanted before Kristen was laid in the coffin. They would always show under any fabric, her constant arousal for all to witness. Her pussy was moist, with pink and slightly parted lips, revealing her clit, also pierced with a scarlet red metal barbell. Her hair was now down to the middle of her back, and it shimmered with a luxurious golden blond luster, a choice also made by observing the current era. It framed a face that was fierce, yet insanely horny. Her eyes were now pools of violet, her lips plump and deep red.

Her face was that of a goddess, a combination of Kristen and the statues she found surrounding the coffin all those weeks ago. What Auinemini did not expect was the tattoos, yet she was finding herself loving them. Kristen’s already intricate tattoos now covered most of her body, her abdomen being adorned with intricate and devilish designs that the sarcophagus came up with on its own. It made her a newly minted goddess of lust, reborn again.

“Your holiness…you are more beautiful than I imagined!” Emily trembled as Auinemini stepped down from the Coffin, stretching her new form for the first time. She smiled deeply, licking her lips with a long and dexterous tongue. She decided to and to give her a reward for such blind loyalty.

The goddess lifted Emily up to her and pulled her in for a deep kiss, reaching into her mouth with her tongue, tasting her follower, feeling her explode as the mere touch of her new everything sent her mad. And that was the point.

Emily stepped back and her eyes milked over a cloudy white, looking to the ceiling and moaning as she came violently, spraying the floor with cum. The red markings Emily painted on herself became part of her skin, now permanently marking her a follower of the great goddess, resembling the tattoos she herself was adorned with. Her eyes returned to normal but matched the bright violet of Auinemini.

The first new priestess of her lust was anointed.

“Thank you, mistress, I am but a servant to your sin”

“Good.” Her new voice is a deep and satisfying tenor, husky, brimming with soul. She pointed towards the two male drones and shocked Dean on her knees.

“Your reward, see how this blessing bears fruit, you must know everything you can offer in my name. These cocks will do just fine, satisfy yourself, feel them fill you. Show them how you are now a conduit of the great fever that is my love.”

Emily did as she was told, and slinked over to David and Eric, who automatically dropped the dumbfounded director to the floor. Emily sank to her knees and began to suck off both huge cocks before her, her tongue slowly growing to almost curl around each as she sucked.

The Dean took this chance to run, and tried to stumble forward, only to freeze at the feet of the Goddess, a satisfied and malicious grin across her face.

“I have all her memories you know. The one you called Kristen. All those times you had her in your office for routine ‘reviews.’ It must have felt grand, holding someone down and making them do your bidding. Forcing them to serve your lust.”

She flicked up her hand and the director rose in the air, the background saturated with the sounds of Emily gagging on each of the mind wiped cocks before her, now inhaling their full girth without batting an eye.

With a snap of Auinemini’s fingers, The Director’s clothing ripped to shreds, revealing her nude form. She was stacked as well, not letting a life of academics hold her back from being an item for any man or woman she met.

“Let me show you what real power is. A taste of medicine if you like. You see Kristen is still in here, in my head, locked away and sleeping. She still dreams though, and this will be my gift for her. A gift worthy for sacrificing her existence, allowing me to have new flesh for the first time in centuries. A new body that will allow me to love, to lust, to fuck…to eat delicious pussy.”

The Goddess moved the director in the air and positioned the Director’s crotch at her mouth level, she didn’t even have to lean forward as she reached up and grabbed the ass of her soon to be follower and brought her pussy to her mouth like a fresh mango.

It had been ages since she was able to do this in a physical form, but she did not skip a beat. Dean Hadley screamed and struggled, but she was overcome with primal attraction, the feeling of the mouth on her labia and clit overpowering all other feelings.

David, Eric, and Emily watched as they continued their tryst. The men’s jaws hanging in dull arousal, drooling as Emily continued to lick and massage their cocks, her own pussy hoping hers was next to feel the mastery of the goddess.

“OH yes, it has been ages since I tasted the sweet flesh of a slut such as you. You taste so…submissive. You will make a perfect priestess fair Dean.” The goddess said as she began to finger the director with swift motion, timing each thrust with a bat of the tongue on her clit. The Director’s eyes rolled back into her head as she came hard, leaking her love into the awaiting mouth of the Goddess, who lapped up her ambrosia, feeling it combine with her being, enhancing her control over her newest pet.

“Now…it’s your turn. Come.”

The goddess lowered the Director down to the floor and leaned against observation table, her own pussy now spread open and displayed.

“Feast on my love and earn it’s splendors.”

Hadley breathed heavily, seeing her opening to escape. She could just run to the door, but her legs would not move. Instead, she crawled, crawled to the edge of the table and the awaiting lotus before her. She could smell her, how could a pussy smell so good? Everything, her status, her career, her wealth, now seemed pale in comparison.

She stopped inches away, hesitating for a moment, her last shred of humanity resisting. Auinemini laughed, grabbed the back of the Deans’s head and shoved her into her cunt’s embrace.

The director yelped as she felt the scent and overpowering taste hit all her senses. This. This was all that mattered now. She immediately went to work, latching on and eating out her new goddess.

“YES, you are so fucking **** I love it! It has been SO LONG since I had my pussy eaten! Feel it crave your tongue and mouth. Feel how wet you make me. This is my gift to all my children!” Auinemini said with love and compassion, meaning every single word. Her body, her lust, her very soul was for her followers, she would fuck any of them that asked, and she knew they would always agree when she asked for their lust too.

Emily was now being spit roasted by the men, Derek fully bottoming out inside of her throat with no issue and Eric filling her pussy with his cum repeatedly, dripping out around the tight seal her lips made around his thick cock and falling to the floor. Her body was now an extension of the goddess, and it would shape itself to be a tool of lust.

“Prepare yourself, for your ASCENSION!” Auinemini moaned as she came all over Hadley, covering her with slick and sticky juice. The Dean looked to the ceiling, eyes locked in place and changing milky white. She understood now. She understood everything. It was all for the ancient lust. Everything and anything were now her. Auinemini was her world and desire.

“Emily, Dean Hadley needs some cleaning. Would you be a dear and join your fellow priestess in making sure every drop of my cum is not wasted?”

“Of course, mistress!” She chirped as she jumped off the two cocks and lept to the aid of her new sister, who now licked her lips and looked up at all of them with matching violet eyes.

Derek grunted in fury as he did not get to cum in his hole, but his fury was stayed by a hand touching his chest. The hand of the goddess.

“Now now boys, don’t you fret. After all, there is still one sensation my new flesh needs, and both of you will get to provide me with it. I am a fair and loving Goddess after all, I would be remiss not to reward you with your own blessings, let you feel my lust as it grips your long, thick, members. You just let me guide you, feel the love of your new Goddess.”

Emily and the Dean were now making out on the floor and fingering each other’s pussies, too lost in their newfound sisterhood as great priestesses of the new order.

Auinemini grabbed each cock before her and grinned, Filled with joy, and soon to be filled with much more.

“Mistress Amalie, we must discuss your next move. To establish your rule in this world we must bring more to your lust.” Hadley said to Amalie as she licked thick beads of cum from her fingers, feeling a pang of lust from hearing her new name, chosen to shorten her former moniker.

“Such a thing will be easy. And can be done later. Right now, you must clean this place and remove any trace of the ritual. Make it look like nothing was out of place from when you placed Kristen in my coffin.”

“Yes, Goddess!” Both Emily and Hadley spoke in unison, leaning into her and sharing a loving exchange of tongue and affection. They both directed the now hulking frames of David and Eric to clean and do the heavy lifting. After both filled Amalie with cum in all her holes she decided to reward them with a bit of an upgrade, they now were in the prime possible forms they could have achieved.

“Meet me at Kristen’s apartment once you are complete…I must go on a personal errand.”

The goddess snapped her fingers and the drab clothing left behind by Kristen slid across the ground, ripping and reshaping into new forms before peeling onto Amalie’s body. Her lower body was now clad in a pair of yellow booty shorts that clung to her, not even attempting to hide the form of her gaping pussy underneath and cut in such a way that the bottom of her beautiful ass was hanging out. She now had a pair of sky-high heels too, which made the shorts pop even more. She now had a violet purple push up bra which enhanced her already perfect cleavage, and her lab coat was now a white shirt tied in the middle, exposing her touch and inked up midriff.

She recalled a memory from Kristen of a club in town, a dark and sweaty pit of mortals dancing to rhythms of electronic design. She planted the seed in Kristen’s head to crave these places, making her take trips to it and edging her closer and closer to destiny. A perfect place for her to go and feel a stud or a hot slut grind into her perfect body, luring them to a dark corner where they would get to taste of her blessings.

She struts out of the lab, sashaying down the corridor, her body rocking every movement she made. She thought of all the wayward souls on the dance floor, seeing her, wanting her, grinding into her as they let their bodies lose themselves to their natural tempos, leading to them wanting more, to be inside each other in perfect harmony.

Amalie cast open the doors of the institute and walked into the world that would soon be hers to love. And Fuck.

The time of the Incarnal had begun.

25 years later

Misty Noxx laid out in the summer sun, stretching, feeling the heat across her skin.

She was enjoying an off day from filming her latest project, a film about a charismatic lawyer and how she solved crimes for the Hawaii government by day. However, by night, an alternate personality would take over, a nymphomaniacal **** of nature, a regular of an underground swinger’s club where she had many partners to satisfy her heat. One day one of her biggest clients would turn up dead at the club, forcing both personalities, the lawyer and the slut, to cross paths. Would she be able to solve the **** before they struck again or would her lustful alter ego seize the opportunity to assimilate her completely?

It was an easy win, made even better by her rewrites. 25 years of hits gave her that flexibility to help in the creative process. She got to pick and choose her films, her costars, and their locals.

Besides, who wouldn’t want to spend six months filming a porno thriller in Hawaii?

Great surf, great food, and even greater sex!

She heard a ring from her phone and looked to see a notification from Giselle Boudreaux. She just deposited another royalty check in her account. It felt like yesterday that Giselle introduced her to her husband/business partner Tim “Tank” Riggs at the first screening of Incarnal at The Factory. The film received huge applause from the mostly nude and fully exhausted crowd, some riled up and in their own states of lust while watching. Beth invited her up on to the makeshift stage and announced that Misty Noxx was now a Graduate, a fully-fledged Bimbo Slut. After thanking Beth, Tso, and all the wonderful team members of Factory Films, Giselle brought over the handsome and ripped as shit Tank, who Giselle was surprised to learn had married Giselle even before they came to the factory.

Of course, a cordial introduction turned into their own private night of Giselle and Misty sharing Tank’s hog of a cock, and after they swapped his cum between their lips, Giselle offered her a chance of a lifetime. Giselle Boudreaux wanted to become an agent and form her own modeling agency with a roster of Factory Film’s elite performers, and she wanted Misty to be her first client.

How could Misty say no?

Her career skyrocketed after that, winning the AVN and XBIZ awards for Best New Starlet and Best Female Performer for Incarnal, two of 12 adult film awards the movie would go on to snag. She was also the spearhead of Giselle’s operation, and it led to the formation of Femme Fatale. It was to an agency founded, run, and flourished by Adult Actresses, enhancing their power in the industry, and beyond.

Giselle would negotiate Misty’s first mainstream acting role, in a Hollywood thriller where she played a seductive schoolteacher who tempts both a husband and his son. She was nominated for an Oscar for that, she didn’t win, but the fact that the Academy recognized the work of a performer that normally would be shunned was astronomical.

Their work led to a renaissance in Porn. No more was it strangled by abusers, con men, and sexual predators looking to exploit **** women and men. Adult Films and their stars were now part of the public zeitgeist. Everything from short 30 minute scenes to full films now had the same quality acting, writing, and technical aspects as Hollywood…with a healthy amount of fucking of course.

“Misty? Mind if I join you?”

Misty looked up from her chair and saw her co-star walking across the sand to her private cabana. Marcus Moore was an up-and-coming male stud, and Misty picked him personally to star alongside her for this project. He was new, only a few scenes under his belt at the time, but Misty could see he had talent and drive to become great. She was more than happy to foster that and be the vehicle for the next big thing if her instincts were right. Plus, his cock was a log. It stretched her out in the best way. He was skilled at matching his partners pleasure with his own, it made their scenes more than just performances, but two lustful human souls making deep and beautiful love on film.

He had a gift, a very rare gift. It shocked Misty to learn that Marcus was not a Graduate, he was born that way. It made her chemistry with him ironclad.

“You know, when I told everyone, I would be spending the day in my private cabana, with it’s beautiful and uninterrupted views of the pacific and peaceful location, most of the crew would see that as a wish for some peace and quiet? Maybe some introspective reflection? She said to Marcus, lowering her sunglasses and giving him a teasing glare.

“Exactly! Which is why I thought I would join you in peace and quiet. As far as introspection goes, I brought some tequila!” He said with a grin, shaking a bottle of expensive looking draft and sitting down in the beach chair next to her.

“Marcus you are a hell of a lover but a terrible liar, what’s up?” Misty laughed, reading the young man like a book.

“Ah…well…I was just wondering if…you know, you were considering my application for The Factory.”

Marcus had presented Misty with a bid to become a pre-Graduate about a month into filming, being told about The Factory by Santana when she visited the set one day. She hated it when she did stuff like that, knowing that she was just looking to add another Stud to the Factory Films casting roster, and to her body count no doubt.

She said she would consider it…but she was hesitant to. Marcus was already such a Stud, something he didn’t seem to understand.

“Marcus, you have looked in a mirror, right? You have everything a man would want and more. Why would you want to go to a place where others go to…you know…become you.”

Marcus sighed as he sat forward in his chair, making his cock bulge in his bathing suit. Lord he was such a hoss. It took misty a few seconds of eye contact before Marcus playfully snapped his fingers.

“Eyes up here boss.”

Misty laughed a bit and shifted to sit up as well, her silver string bikini jiggling a bit as her tits settled.

“The best thing I could say is…I want to be like you…I want your confidence, your stride, your mind! You are one of the smartest people I know, I mean you are reading an 800-page book about Ancient Greek cultures right now.”

Misty glanced at the cinderblock-like book on the small table next to her chair. She was presenting a lecture later this month at Columbia about Greek Culture and the connections to human sexuality and she was refreshing herself on her Greek history. On top of being a full-fledged adult star, she still maintained her integrity and reputation as a renowned anthropologist, fulfilling the goal she set forth to do by accompanying Jenna and Tso to The Factory in the first place.

“Would you believe that was mostly there already? The Factory takes what you are and uses it to realize the inner you. The fully sexualized being you are meant to be. Believe it or not Marcus, I was a well-off woman before The Factory, and you are a well-off man.”

Marcus scratched his head. Misty could tell there was something more to this, he just needed the time to form the words. She laughed and shifted out of her chair, plopping herself down on his lap facing him and crossing her legs behind his back.

“You are strong, charismatic, and fucking hilarious. I have seen it on and off camera…what do you think you are missing?” She whispered into his ear as she began to slowly grind her waist on his pelvis, her pussy rapidly dripping feeling the bulge of his cock through his shorts.

“Um…well…I guess…you know. Yea I am strong, and I have kept my health up…but…I don’t know. When I go on a date I just freeze. And when it comes down to it when I am, you know, romantic, I think women feel intimidated by me.”

Misty raised her eyebrows at him.

“Yea, yea I know. But working with you or another performer is work, pleasurable but work. What I do on set is not what the real world is…I was hoping the factory would help me with that kind of bridge. To have me match the physical me.” He said honestly, licking his lip and feeling his cock twitch, it is waking up to the feeling of Misty Noxx rubbing herself along it’s girth.

Misty pulled his head into her chest and playfully began to smother him with her tits.

“Oh, I see…you think that people just think you are a meathead fuck boy with a giant cock and nothing else. Well, you certainly picked a career that doesn’t help that public opinion.”

“Mppph, hgmmm phhhhf.” Marcus mumbled, the gloriously soft bolted on breasts engulfing his face.

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but you are a fucking stud and that won’t change any time soon…but if it means that much to you, I have another idea. The Factory has started to branch out, offering satellite classes as it were. Very exclusive. Invite only. They are for folks just like you, naturally gifted folks who just need a little push.” She said as she reached down and began to unzip the front of his pants.

“MMMMHOPPH!” He mumbled in excitement.

“However, you have to promise me two things.” Misty instructed as she pulled his head from her tits, watching him uncross his eyes, looking down to see his cock spring free from his shorts.

“One. You must pass these classes with flying colors, If I am going to put my reputation on you, I expect nothing but the best.”

“And the second thing?” Marcus said slowly as his now rock-hard cock began to twitch, seeing that Misty slowly untied his bikini bottoms and tossed them to the side, revealing the dripping pussy underneath, the clean silver barbell that pierced Misty’s clit shining in the sun.

Misty raised her eyebrows as she shifted up and slid Marcus inside of her to the hilt, moaning as she felt his cock stretch her out. She squeezed him with her enhanced muscles, relishing in her bimbo body’s power.

“Regular. In depth. Performance. Reviews.” She whispered into his ear pushing him back onto his chair, laying him down, letting him take in the full sight of Misty Noxx riding his cock.

Misty smiled and gripped his chest, rotating her hips and giving Marcus her best, insuring not an inch of his cock was left dry. For it didn’t matter if she was on or off camera.

Misty Noxx means pleasure and satisfaction guaranteed.

Note From Ted: As I complete these Epilogues, I will be posting a photo reference that served as inspiration for my vision of each female character. I would due the men too but honestly, I am a simple man, I am straight, and I like boobs. Shit that is why I wrote this thing in the first place. So, keep an eye over there for an update once these epilogues post. I have a few more to go, hope you enjoyed Misty's ending!