Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 13

(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

(An additional note. We're at the epilogue, which means that these stories aren't so self-contained anymore. I will be giving endings for the characters that appeared throughout this tale across four epilogues. In this third epilogue, I'm covering the characters from Chapters 8 and 7, in that order. So, if you're looking to see what happened to Tim after his encounter with the Ice Sirens, or what happened to Frank after meeting those two wicked elves, read onwards...)

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(Chapter 13)

(Epilogue 3)

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It took a long time for Tim Carroll to truly come to terms what he'd gone through the previous Christmas. But quite frankly, he still didn't fully believe it.

He'd gotten lured into the middle of the woods by a naked, busty Ice Siren, tricked into sex in the middle of a winter wonderland, believing her to be an angel. God, it sounded so silly looking back. How could he have been so stupid to buy into that story? And after arriving in that winter wonderland, and talking to the 'angel', he had been lured into what he thought would be innocent sex, at her urging. He thought it would be okay since she was an angel, and that she had a divine purpose, only for it to be revealed that she was not in fact an angel. And that he was surrounded by a pack of these naked sirens, and that the innocent sex he was taking part of was not quite so innocent after all. What proceeded from there was some truly nasty fucking as he was ridden in the snow by that evil, blue-skinned, massively breasted creature. And despite his best efforts to resist the pleasure this wicked being was bringing him, he couldn't hold back from firing off a massive wad of cum deep inside her nasty cunt, possibly impregnating her in the process.

And that was just the beginning. It wasn't just the one Ice Siren that wanted him. They ALL wanted him. And they weren't gonna let him go till they all got a piece.

Throughout the rest of the night, he was tossed between all those sirens, fucking all of them, one after another after another, used like a piece of prime-cut meat. Sometimes one at a time, sometimes two at a time, in different positions. It never stopped. He didn't know how he was able to keep going, maybe that was part of their dark magic, but he was able to match their pace as best as he could. But they never slowed down. They never let up. Not till they got their prize. Not till he came deep inside their nasty cunts and filled them up with his potent, baby-making sperm. And when they were done with him, he was left truly demolished, his will broken by the voracious, nasty sex he'd just taken part in.

And then the Ice Siren Queen stepped down from her throne, ready to enter the action.

What happened then was harder to believe. Pulled under the icy water by her, his face pressed against her mammoth, firm, blue tits, mouth stuffed with her hard nipple, sucking at it as if his life depended on it, which in the moment it did. Gliding through the crystal-clear water, clutched together, sucking at the hardened nub was the only thing that prevented his lungs from burning, screaming out for air. In that moment, sucking on her huge tits was the only thing that mattered. Completely enveloped by cold water, ice began to form around their bodies, not stopping until they were completely encased in a shell of ice. He was in an icy prison beneath the water, a small capsule of ice resting on the deep floor of the pond, lit alight by an unholy glow, somehow filled with air. And he was trapped in this slippery, icy prison beneath the water with this evil, blue-skinned, large-breasted, snarling ice queen.

Alone, bodies pressed together in this world of their own, what happened next between Tim and the Ice Siren Queen was beyond words. Trapped in a hellmouth of lust and sin with one of its most evil of denizens, he was taken to depths of lust and sin that he didn't know possible. Her body was everywhere, coiling around him like a serpent, filling any empty space in their ice prison with her luscious form. He was taken beyond his limits, beyond comprehension, beyond just hardcore fucking. The brutal, nasty, fucked-up shit he did with that creature... it was like a tornado of sin. A whirlwind of blue skin, big tits, and indescribable pleasure. Fucking to the rhythm of the devil's heartbeat, Tim couldn't believe he survived without being fucked into oblivion, but it was damn close. By the end, he was fucking in overdrive, past thought, past logic and reason. It was all base instincts, all fucking. And when he came, it felt like part of his soul was leaving his body as he filled up the ice queen's nasty cunt with what felt like a gallon of his thick, creamy sperm, leaving almost zero doubt that a baby had just been made.

When she was done with him, when she cast him back into the snow and into the clutches of her fellow sirens, he had been completely broken down. No thoughts. No agency. The true him had been crushed down inside of him for the moment, leaving him a walking husk of a man, led by his still hard cock into action. Led around by whoever grabbed hold of him and led him into his next bout of sinning.

The rest of the night was a total blur. All blue skin and sin. Hot and cold. Pleasure past the point of what he thought possible. Nothing but wicked, nasty, unholy fucking. He had no idea how long it lasted. It felt like forever. It never stopped. It never slowed down.

And then he woke up, back in the house, as if nothing had happened. But the snow in his hair said otherwise.

In the immediate aftermath, he still didn't fully comprehend if what had happened to him was actually real. It all just seemed so insane, so far removed from reality. But the memories... they were so potent. The sights and sounds and sensations... they all certainly felt real. Deep down, he knew... he did. He knew what had happened to him had all been real. But the story was so ridiculous that he had to question his own memories and sanity.

So, he did what anyone would do when looking for answers. He googled it. Googling some of the key words of what he went through, he found stuff. Some art that matched the sirens he'd seen. The blue skin. The dark hair. Their sharp teeth. Their shining, blue gaze. Their lust inspiring bodies. Their tits! Like holy crap, the tits these sirens were sporting would seem ridiculously huge on their slim frames if it didn't match his memories of them perfectly. One last detail jumped out to him: their dark, forked tongues. He still remembered the way they curled around his cock in an inhuman, indescribable way. For a moment, he lost himself in his memories before shaking himself free.

He looked beyond pictures, looking for stories similar to his. And yeah, he found that too. Stories that matched his to almost a T. Men like him lured into the darkness of the woods. Some came back. Some didn't. They even described the song, that same song that had led him into the darkness.

Before Christmas, he would have seen all this as just a ghost story, a twisted piece of fiction cooked up by some overly wordy writer with far too much time on his hands. Now?

He was forced to admit that it was all real.

The more time went on, the dumber he felt. There was a naked woman standing in the snow, singing a song, and his thought was to follow her into the darkness? What the hell was he thinking? How could he be so dumb? Of course, it was something bad! If there were a horror movie in which he was the star, he'd be the first to die. No doubt.

All his worst insecurities flared up in the fallout of this whole thing. His life was dotted with the instances of him fucking up. Things couldn't go too well for long before he'd be brought back down to Earth, embarrassed and humiliated by the various mistakes he'd made. This thing, with the sirens, and the whole Esmerelda debacle, and various other fuck-ups... it just kept happening. And now, he was married. Married to a woman way out of his league. He couldn't blow this! He loved Viv more than anything! He couldn't afford to ruin this good thing.

He had a natural confidence, at least outwardly, but inside, he was struggling. He put up a good front for Viv, acting like all was normal, hiding his shame and embarrassment. It wasn't like he was traumatized or anything like that, like he'd done something he didn't want to. In each moment, he had gone along with everything, and even when the truth was revealed, he didn't try to escape nearly as much as he probably could have. He couldn't deny that.

Part of him realized that the whole situation was so crazy that he probably couldn't be blamed for falling into that trap. It was just... despite the insanity of the situation, it was a familiar sensation he was left with. The same one he'd felt after getting tricked out of his money by his ex-girlfriend, Esmerelda. He felt colossally stupid for being tricked and deceived yet again. And the fact that he'd cheated on his wife in the process added a whole other layer of regret. This whole thing had shredded his confidence, and part of him was just waiting for the next situation to arise where he'd fuck something up and embarrass himself again.

The situation was so insane that he just couldn't easily forget about what had happened. It certainly left its mark, and as much as he tried to move on, his mind wouldn't let him. He had nightmares multiple times a week. Those Ice Sirens, surrounding him. Eyes glowing in the darkness, their inhuman blue making a chill pass through him. Their tongues extended. Their teeth bared. Their tits exposed. And they were coming for him. Just when he thought he was safe, they were coming for him again.

He dreamt the most about the Ice Siren Queen. He was dreaming he was trapped in that icy prison again, underwater, separated from the rest of the world, enduring an unholy eternity of nasty, brutal fucking, used for pleasure by the dominant, evil creature. Weighed down by her giant tits. Her wicked cunt squeezing the life out of his bloated, lengthy cock. Her perfect, juicy round ass, driving down into him, fucking him into oblivion. Her eyes... always looking at him. Her sharp teeth, bared. Her screams... making the ice crack. The fucking would never end. He could never escape.

Then he'd wake up, his skin ice cold. It felt like a nightmare, but every damn time, his cock would be as hard as steel.

He was struggling more than he let on, to be honest, but distance from the event did help a bit, slowly boosting him back up. His embarrassment about the whole thing faded as time went on. Looking back on it, he came to peace with the fact that these were beings of great power. He didn't stand a chance against them. In that sense, he couldn't be blamed for succumbing to their otherworldly temptations. And the fact that the whole situation was so crazy and otherworldly eventually allowed him to quarantine those memories to the back of his mind, almost as if they weren't real. As if it was some insane story that he'd watched someone else take part in, as opposed to experiencing it himself. And slowly but surely, these memories began to fade away from the front of his mind. Because of this, he was now on the upswing, almost the normal him again.

On top of that... alright, it might sound corny, but he started listening to some self-help stuff. Hey, it might seem silly to some, but he needed help, and this all did help him. He wanted to live a better life, one where he wouldn't make such stupid mistakes, and the woman that did these recordings did make him feel better. He slowly would feel more confident with his decisions as time went on, more decisive as well. Slowly, he was feeling better.

There were some good distractions in his personal life. Viv's place of work had just closed a massive deal with this legit huge company, meaning that his wife and her team had just brought in a massive windfall of cash. This deal was legit huge, so big it made local headlines. Viv even got interviewed for the local news. So, obviously, she was pretty pumped about the whole thing, and they were living it up a bit, going on a couple of nice dinners to celebrate, as well as taking a mini vacation. Seriously, her and her team got bonuses for this deal, like... six-figure bonuses. Tim and Viv could afford to savor things for a bit. Time away from the norm, away from home, having fun with his wife, it was just what the doctor ordered. Tim was starting to feel normal again. He'd learned his lesson and recognized his mistakes. His encounter with the Ice Sirens was now in the rearview mirror, and nothing but blue skies were ahead. He felt good. At the sporting goods store where he worked as a manager, he had a pep in his step. Things were looking up.

Then SHE walked in.

He was near the shoe section at the time. It was mostly empty, and the only people nearby were a mother and her little girl. Tim was straightening up some of the boxes on the shelves, as the shoe section often got messy. It was a relatively quiet summer evening, the orange sun glowing through the storefront windows as it hovered over the horizon. Tim looked towards the front of the large store, eyes narrowing against the light. He blinked as he looked around, taking one step to the left to put one of the support poles between him and the blazing sun, giving him some temporary relief. At least until he glanced to the side, seeing a new presence near him, a woman standing in the aisle between the shoe section and the exercise equipment. He looked over at her at the same moment she looked up at him. Tim's eyes went wide, as if he was seeing something that wasn't real. Something out of a dream... or a nightmare.

It wasn't the Ice Sirens. No, it was someone far worse. Someone who had upended his life more than they did.

Esmerelda.

She was standing mere feet away from him, grinning happily as their eyes met.

Esmerelda... his evil ex. That evil, twisted, crazy-hot fucking succubus that had fucked him into submission and tricked him out seventy-five grand of his hard-earned cash. Well, it wasn't exactly hard-earned, as he'd won that money in a raffle at a casino, but it was his, and she'd walked off with it, walking out of his life and never looking back. The woman who had haunted him for years, at least until last Christmas. But this one... she was the biggest speedbump in his life. The first major time he'd been torn down and humbled. This evil slut had driven him mad with desire, making him near obsessed as they went on, rendering him completely in over his head as she milked him dry of his recent winnings. He'd sought her out for so long, searching for answers, searching for an explanation after they had such a good time together in the months they'd spent together.

And now she was standing in front of him.

And fuck... she looked as good as ever. Long curly hair. Sharp, penetrating eyes. Plump smooth lips. And that smirk, that trademark smirk of hers that always made him melt. And her body... Jesus, her body looked even better now than he remembered, and that was saying something. Clad in a blue and white checkered sundress, she looked incredible. He couldn't help but glance at her absolutely massive breasts, double-F cups that pressed out against the thin material of her sundress, highlighting their perfect size and shape. The dress was designed to highlight her curves, clinging to her mammoth breasts while also showcasing her slim, fit waist. The dress draped down over her incredible ass, the firm round cheeks evident even through the flowy dress. It went down to a good few inches above her knees, exposing her long, taut legs and bare feet, clad in flip-flops. And the thing that jumped out most of all in this moment, despite all her incredible features, was her skin. She always had the best skin. Her caramel flesh seemed to be glowing, looking so smooth you could barely resist running your hands across it. She was sex in a blue sundress. She looked incredible.

"Hi Tim..." she purred, smiling warmly at him.

What was she doing here? Why now? Of all times, why now?

A few years ago, he would have yelled and screamed at her. But now, months after his latest mistake, when he was trying to do better and not fuck up again, his reaction was a little different.

"No..." he said to himself, backing away. "No!" he said, pointing at her, wanting her to stay away.

"Tim, wait..." she called out, moving towards him, her flip-flops clacking as she moved.

"No! I don't want anything to do with you!" he said, still moving away from her. Her presence was the last thing he needed right now.

"Just stop. Listen..." she said, still chasing after him. He couldn't help but notice her massive boobs jiggling as she quickly followed him, making him avert his eyes.

"Esmerelda... leave..." he tried to say firmly, but as he said this he backed into a mid-aisle display, getting tangled in some cheap shirts. This impeded his escape, allowing Esmerelda to catch up to him, slowing down as she got within arm's reach.

"I come in peace..." she said, holding her hands up. "I just want to talk."

"You just want to talk?" Tim asked, his burning resentment for her rising from within his normally easy-going demeanor. "I want my money back!" he said, a little louder than he intended.

"That's... that's what I'm here about..." she replied pointedly. "So... can we just talk? In peace?"

Tim still wanted to yell and scream at her, but he was still at work, and there were a few people around. Feeling backed into a corner, he had no other choice.

"Fine..." he relented angrily. Untangling himself from the display and stepping aside to let a customer pass, Esmerelda followed him, staying right in front him as they took one step back into the shoe section. Taking a moment and looking at her nervously, she paused and looked back at him, smiling warmly.

"You look good, Tim," she said, seemingly a friendly compliment, but coming from her, he was skeptical. She looked him over. "Oh, and you're married too! Congratulations!" she said, grinning brilliantly as she saw the ring on his finger.

"What do you want, Esmerelda?" he asked firmly, unaffected by her words. But he was affected by her proximity. Her body, like... radiated sexual energy. Heat, pheromones, whatever you want to call it, it cascaded off of her in waves, and he could feel it. And being this close again... he could smell her natural, sexy scent. God, that took him back, conjuring memories of them together. He tried to shake his head clear of these thoughts, but her scent remained. She always smelled so fucking good, without even trying. He still hated her, but his body reacted, his cock jumping in his dress slacks.

"I..." she began, looking down, nervous in a way she never ever was. Finally, she raised her eyes and looked up at him. "I wanted to apologize."

"Apologize?" he questioned skeptically. This girl was pure sin. It was natural to doubt her.

"Listen..." she began, looking away "I haven't always been the best person in the world."

"You think so?" he replied sarcastically. She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle, causing him to shake his head, trying again to clear these disobedient thoughts.

"You're right. I've done a lot of bad things to a lot of people, including you," she stated. She looked away for a bit, pausing, a tear in her eye. "I... I kinda had an epiphany lately. I thought about the things I've done... the people I've wronged. And I felt really, really bad about it. I started thinking... hoping... that I can try to make things right."