Prelude to Darkness part 6

 Prelude to Darkness

Part 6

The sleek black limo came to a smooth stop in front of the opulent entrance to Satan's Xmas party. Anticipating Amelia's graceful exit, I instinctively moved to assist. The chauffeur opened the door. Amelia, in her sexy red dress and one high heel shoe, delicately slid her long, broken leg out of the limo.

"Vincent," she purred, extending a hand toward me. "Assistance, please." Like she needed help but I offered a hand anyway. "You've got it."

With careful precision, Amelia stepped out, her red cast grazing my leg. As her heels met the ground, she shifted gracefully onto her crutches, a movement perfected by weeks of navigating the world on her own terms. The festive allure of the infernal party awaited, and I couldn't help but think at how beautiful she looked.

"Ready for a night in the depths of indulgence, Vincent?" she teased.

"More than ready. Lead the way."

And so, with Amelia guiding the way on her crutches, we entered Satan's soirée, where the boundary between sin and celebration blurred in a symphony of desires, fetishes and forbidden delights.

As we walked into the room, a first couple immediately drew her attention as Amelia and I strolled through her crutches tapping on the polished floor, she was fascinated with the captivating couple.

"Vincent", she mused, her eyes fixated on the scene, "The demon in a Tuxedo with full leg braces, and his sexy young succubus with those two short walking casts. It's like she's dancing using her 2 walking sticks for support."

It's so hard to describe but this young woman was rocking this adorable dress with two broken legs, in short walking casts, and she was using these fancy walking sticks to hobble around.

"They're quite a sight, aren't they?" I remarked, sensing Amelia's genuine interest.

"Absolutely,her existence as a succubus provides desire and darkness. Like in my life fate dealt her a peculiar hand but that gown... simply exquisite."

In another corner of the room, wearing festive colors, a short man in a serpent costume danced with a siren in a tight-fitting suit. Amelia nudged me, saying, "Vincent, look at them. I think she's already fallen in her one-legged siren costume."

The beautiful siren had two broken arms, one in a short cast and the other in a full arm cast. Despite her inability to move, she danced with her partner, who supported her balance. She was a vision rubbing him all over with her broken arm, he was so close to orgasm that Amelia was unable to contain her intrigue and walked to the couple on her crutches.

"Hello, lovely Amelia, so nice to see you again" the siren greeted as Amelia approached the dancing couple on her crutches. A subtle smile adorned Amelia's face as she engaged in conversation.

Amelia, unable to contain her sexual attraction, "Your dance is mesmerizing with two broken arms. How did you break them?"

The siren smiled and with her cast caressed Amelia left breast, "Ah, it was a dance with fate, my dear. A bad fall orchestrated by your father. But tell me, how did you end up with those stylish crutches?" Amelia's smile grew, and she playfully moved closer, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of the siren's hard casts.

"Oh, a hit-and-run artist left me originally with two broken legs, but this one," she pointed to her sexy long red cast, "refused to heal properly."

My eyes were captivated by the broken arms of the siren, seamlessly blending with my girlfriend's body. Rubbing from her tight behind to her round breasts, the sight was so erotic. Amelia turned back to me and smiled, then she leaned down and kissed her, still looking at me for a reaction.

Satan's daughter had clearly been turned on by the results of her dad's action.

I watched as she moved her hard cast forward between the siren's legs and softly pressed her lips against hers at the same. The younger lady opened them up ever so slightly. I stared at the red cast, her wet vagina leaving a trace, rubbing against it, she was moaning quietly. Their tongues met and the siren came all over my girlfriend's broken leg.

As the demon and the siren moved away, Amelia, leaning on her crutches, turned her attention toward me. Her eyes sparkled with pure lust after that encounter. She moved closer and the air around us charged with a sexual energy.

On our way to meet her father, we came across 2 beautiful women. There was nothing erotic or even sensual around them, the atmosphere was one of grace and kindness, their genuine smiles radiating warmth.

The first woman was sitting in her wheelchair with both legs broken and beside her was her life partner, who, unfortunately, had lost the use of her legs in the same car accident. Despite the challenges life had thrown at them, their love was evident in the way they interacted.

Amelia, on her crutches, approached them and a conversation started. The woman with both legs in casts shared their story.

"It all happened so fast in a car accident, a moment that changed our life."

The second woman rolled closer and with her hand on one of the long cast of her wife, her eyes filled with vulnerability, added, "And my partner has been my rock, helping me navigate this new reality, even with 2 badly broken legs"

Amelia nodded, her eyes reflecting solidarity with the two women. "God has a way of testing us, but it also opens doors to remarkable connections."

As we approached a table, Amelia struggled in her tight fitting dress and her long cast to sit down, so I offered a supportive hand. The smile on her lips spoke volumes about the spirit within her.

"Vincent, what if I had my own special interest in these fetishes?" She asked

A raised eyebrow conveyed my curiosity as I awaited her revelation.

"You know, Vincent, I might just have a desire to see you in a cast. A little fantasy of mine, if you will."

As we navigated the vibrant corridors of this huge property, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises the night might unfold. While we were kissing Satan himself made a discreet appearance. The air seemed to change right away as the dark figure approached. Amelia, breaking away from our kiss, greeted her father with a warm smile.

"Hello father, I hope you enjoyed what you saw at the party?" she asked, kissing him on the lips.

Satan, red eyes gleaming with paternal pride, nodded. "Indeed, my dear. You looked absolutely enchanting in your full leg cast and the way you move on your crutches looks like you were meant to be on them permanently. Like a very sexy crippled woman"

Amelia blushed at the compliment and suggestion, I saw her gaze lingered on her long red cast, the perfect shape of it. Then she moved to her right leg, strong and capable. A subtle realization sparked in her eyes, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she looked at her underarm crutches and considered the intriguing possibility that her father had unveiled...

"Would forearm crutches be better if ever..."

Satan's gaze then shifted to me, his presence imposing. "Vincent, a pleasure to have you here. I trust the festivities met your expectations?"

I didn't have any expectations but I extended my hand in a respectful gesture. "Thank you sir, It was an extraordinary experience."

As Satan shook my hand, I stared in Amelia's eyes as an unexpected...

Prelude to Darkness
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