Circlet of Submission Vol 2: Harem Adventures
Shadra forces my hand
The mansion’s living room thrummed with tension, the air thick with lust and desperation. Shadra stood at its center, her jet-black hair cascading, amber eyes glinting with amusement as her latex-gloved hands swayed, their glossy sheen pulling Neil and Brandon like moths to a flame. Neil’s cock strained against his jeans, his usual cocky grin replaced by a feverish need to please, the circlet in his pocket humming uselessly against the gloves’ spell. Brandon, his massive 6′2″ frame trembling, hazel eyes glazed, leaned toward Shadra, his tank top tight over slabbed pecs, shorts tenting obscenely. Her touch—a fleeting graze of latex—had snared them both, their minds fogged with worship, their bodies hers to command.
Denise, Chloe, and Amelia stood by the dining table, breakfast forgotten, their faces a mix of shock and determination. Denise’s dark hair spilled over Neil’s tee, her raindrop curves tense as she stepped forward. “Neil, snap out of it!” she shouted, voice sharp, grabbing his shoulder. He shrugged her off, eyes locked on Shadra’s gloves, muttering, “Need her… gotta serve her.” Chloe, her massive tits straining her red tank top, tried Brandon, gripping his bicep. “Bran, come on, you’re stronger than this!” But he growled, shoving her back, his voice slurred. “Fuck off, Chloe. She’s… everything.”
Amelia’s face paled, her blonde hair loose, tank top hugging her newly enlarged breasts. “It’s the Gloves of Endless Edge,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I saw them at the shop—cursed, like the circlet. Men lose their minds, but she can’t feel pleasure. We have to break it.” She lunged for Neil, shaking him, but his eyes stayed fixed on Shadra, his hands reaching for her latex-clad arm. “Please, Shadra… let me,” he begged, voice thick.
Shadra’s lips curled, her amber eyes flicking to the girls. “Loyal little pets,” she purred, stepping back, her heels clicking. “But your boys are mine now. Watch.” She raised a gloved hand, and Neil and Brandon surged forward, their desperation erupting into violence. Neil grabbed Brandon’s tank, tearing it off, revealing his massive pecs and chiseled abs. “She’s mine, mate!” Neil snarled, shoving him. Brandon roared, ripping Neil’s shirt to shreds, his lean muscles flexing as he tackled Neil to the floor. They wrestled, sweat-slicked bodies grappling, grunting, each fighting for Shadra’s favor, their cocks straining, minds lost to the gloves’ curse.
“Enough!” Denise yelled, diving between them, but Brandon’s arm swung, knocking her back. Chloe caught her, green eyes blazing. “This is fucked. Those gloves are too strong.” Amelia’s eyes darted, her mind racing. She ed the shop’s warnings—only breaking the wearer’s curse could end it. Shadra’s frustration, her inability to feel pleasure, was the key.
Shadra’s gaze shifted, landing on the girls, a new hunger flickering. “You three,” she said, voice low, stepping closer, her gloves swaying hypnotically. “Forget these pathetic boys. me—betray them. I’ll make you queens, free from their leash.” Her latex fingers beckoned, the air heavy with promise.
Denise’s jaw tightened, stepping protectively in front of Chloe. “Fuck that. Neil’s my master—flawed, but mine. I’m not ditching him for your cursed hands.” Chloe nodded, her massive tits jiggling as she crossed her arms. “Same. I’m Neil’s, and these—” she cupped her breasts—“work for him, not you. Piss off.”
Amelia hesitated, her eyes locked on Shadra’s gloves, their sheen stirring a restless heat. The circlet’s echo in her veins—submission, devotion—warred with a rebellious spark. “I… I could,” she whispered, stepping forward, her voice trembling. Denise and Chloe gasped, betrayed. “Amelia, no!” Chloe snapped, but Amelia ignored them, drawn to Shadra’s amber eyes. She leaned in, lips brushing Shadra’s, soft at first, then hungry, tongues tangling in a desperate kiss. Shadra moaned, surprised, her gloved hands gripping Amelia’s waist, the latex cool against her skin.
“Traitor!” Denise hissed, but Amelia broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming with intent. “Trust me,” she murmured, her hand sliding down Shadra’s dress, finding the hem. Before Shadra could react, Amelia’s fingers slipped beneath, brushing her clit—warm, slick, pulsing. She willed her “Touch of Ecstatic Overload” power, a searing jolt of pleasure exploding through Shadra’s core.
Shadra gasped, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her, triggered by Amelia’s pleasure touch Her amber eyes rolled back, a choked moan escaping, and her knees buckled. As the climax peaked, the Gloves of Endless Edge—glossy, black latex stretching to her elbows—slid off her hands, whole and intact, landing on the hardwood floor with a soft thud. Their sheen pulsed faintly, an unnatural lure that seemed to hum in the room’s charged silence.
Neil and Brandon froze mid-wrestle, Brandon’s headlock loosening as the spell broke. Their eyes cleared, chests heaving, sweat dripping from their bare torsos. Neil blinked, cock still hard, but his mind snapped back. “What the fuck…” he muttered, shoving Brandon off, his gaze landing on Amelia and Shadra. Shadra’s dress was hiked up, Amelia’s hand still between her thighs, both women flushed, panting. The sight—Amelia’s bold move, Shadra’s surrender—sent a fresh spike of arousal through him. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he rasped, grinning.
Brandon groaned, standing, his massive cock tenting his shorts, but his hazel eyes were clear, a mix of relief and amusement. “Nice one, Amelia,” he rumbled, clapping slowly. “Saved our arses.”
Denise and Chloe stood stunned, their betrayal fading as they saw the gloves’ ashes. “You… planned that?” Denise asked, voice soft, stepping closer. Amelia nodded, pulling her hand back, wiping it on her shorts. “Had to. Only way to break the curse—make her cum.”
Neil’s grin widened, his hand diving into his pocket, gripping the circlet. “My girls never let me down,” he said, voice rough with pride. He focused, projecting the circlet’s power, its warmth surging through him, targeting Denise and Chloe. Their eyes glazed, moans escaping as their bodies responded—nipples hardening, pussies slick, adoration flooding them. “ in,” he commanded, the circlet amplifying his will. “Make out with Shadra. Give me a show.”
Denise and Chloe obeyed instantly, their loyalty absolute under the circlet’s spell. Denise reached Shadra first, pulling her into a deep kiss, lips crashing, tongues dancing as Shadra moaned, still dazed from her climax. Chloe pressed against Shadra’s back, her massive tits squishing against her, lips finding her neck, sucking gently. Shadra gasped, caught between them, her hands roaming—Denise’s curves, Chloe’s breasts—her amber eyes wide with newfound pleasure.
Neil, leaning against the wall, cock still hard in his jeans, caught sight of the glossy black latex gloves lying on the hardwood floor. Their sheen shimmered faintly, an unnatural lure that seemed to pulse in the dim light, calling to him. His breath hitched, the circlet’s warmth in his pocket suddenly secondary. He pushed off the wall, drawn forward, crouching to pick up the gloves. The moment his fingers brushed the latex, a jolt shot through him—not the blissful submission of the circlet, but something sharper, obsessive, like a hook sinking into his mind. His cock throbbed harder, straining against his zipper, his eyes locked on the gloves’ glossy surface, their curves reflecting the room’s light like a dark mirror. “Fuck… these are something else,” he muttered, voice low, turning them over in his hands, unable to look away.
Brandon, standing nearby, his massive frame still radiating heat from the scuffle, glanced over. His hazel eyes widened, snared by the gloves’ sheen. He stepped closer, his tank top clinging to his slabbed pecs, shorts tenting as his cock stirred. “Oi, mate, lemme see those,” he rumbled, his usual steady tone edged with a strange hunger. Neil held them up, and Brandon’s gaze locked on, his pupils dilating, hands twitching as if itching to snatch them, his cock now fully hard, pressing obscenely against his shorts.
Amelia’s voice cut through the haze, sharp with alarm. “Neil, Brandon—drop them!” She stepped forward, her tank top tight against her newly enlarged breasts, her face tense. “Those gloves—they’ve got leftover effects, even without someone wearing them. Make you obsessed. Put them down, now.”
Neil blinked, his grip tightening on the gloves, his cock pulsing painfully. “Just… lemme hold ’em a bit longer,” he muttered, eyes glued to the latex, his mind fogging with visions of their glossy sheen, their power. Brandon nodded, leaning closer, his massive hand hovering near the gloves. “Yeah, mate, just… a bit more. They’re too good to let go.”
“Denise, Chloe,” Amelia said, voice sharp, rising to her feet. “We need to end this—now. The gloves are fucking with them, but we can stop it. All the women here have to reject them, fully. Turn your backs on their power, and they’ll go back to The House of Double-Edged Swords. That’s how it works with cursed shit like this.”
The moment all three women turned their backs, rejecting the gloves’ seductive promise, a pulse rippled through the room. The glossy black latex flared, their sheen blazing bright for a split second, then vanished in a shimmer of dark light, leaving only a faint whiff of latex lingering in the air. The gloves were gone, returned to The House of Double-Edged Swords, their curse banished by the women’s unified refusal.
Neil and Brandon blinked, the fog lifting, their cocks softening slightly as the gloves’ grip dissolved. Neil shook his head, shoving the circlet deeper into his pocket, his grin returning, though shaken. “Fuck, that was intense,” he rasped, rubbing his jaw. “Nice save, Amelia.”
Brandon clapped her shoulder, his massive hand warm, hazel eyes clear again. “Yeah, love, you’re a bloody hero.”
Shadra, still leaning against the table, caught her breath, her amber eyes soft with gratitude. She smoothed her dress, her bronze skin glowing in the morning light. “Thank you,” she said, voice steady now, looking at Amelia, then Denise and Chloe. “You freed me from those gloves.“ She glanced at Neil and Brandon, a small smile playing on her lips. “You’ve got a good crew here. I’m out—gonna figure my shit out, without cursed crap.”
Neil nodded, his cocky grin back in full force. “Take care, Shadra. Don’t pick up any more cursed gloves, yeah?” She laughed, a soft, genuine sound, and headed for the door, her heels clicking. As it closed behind her, the mansion’s air lightened, the threat gone.
The room settled, breakfast resumed, the mansion humming with restored order. Neil’s reign was secure, the gloves’ threat banished, and Amelia’s quick thinking had solidified her place. The circlet pulsed in his pocket, its power his alone—until the next temptation slithered from the shop.