Chapter: Bruised They brought her in bruised.Hands zip-tied. Dried blood at the corner of her lip.She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just looked at me,like she already knew what I’d decide.The room was cold.Not from temperature.From silence.Milo stood beside her. Jaw tight. Blood drying beneath his fingernails. His eyes locked on me, waiting.But this wasn’t his decision.This time, the power sat in my hands.I held the note.He belongs with me.Five words. Neat, patient handwriting. Folded and placed in my son’s crib like a curse wrapped in silk.I hadn’t slept. My body still ached from labor, stitched with thread and adrenaline. I should’ve felt weak.But rage fills cracks adrenaline can’t.“Do you recognize this?” I asked.Daria didn’t blink. “No.”“You’re sure?”“I helped you deliver him,” she said. “I wrapped him in your arms. I didn’t leave that.”“She vanished after,” Milo growled. “No trace. No clearance.”“I was taken,” she snapped. “Zoya’s father’s men. They knew everything about yo
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Chapter: Emilie Emilie lay asleep, curled around the baby like a shield forged in fire and exhaustion.Her face. Soft, pale, streaked with dried salt and war. Looked too delicate for what she’d just endured. One arm cradled the child close, a mother’s instinct stronger than sedation. Her lips were parted, as if still exhaling pain. The baby stirred once.I didn’t.I stood in the doorway, bloodstained shirt stiff on my back, Glock heavy at my hip. Silent. Motionless. Even my thoughts obeyed the stillness, narrowed to a single, sharp point.Someone had touched them.Not just anyone.The nurse. Daria.She had seen Emilie’s pain. Heard her scream. Held my son.And now she was gone.Gone like smoke. Like a whisper in a burning room.That wasn’t an oversight. That was a warning."Anyone who touches what’s mine... bleeds."The penthouse turned into a fortress within minutes. Doors sealed. Cameras activated. Motion sensors rearmed. Detonation protocols readied. My men swarmed, barking into radios, boots ech
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Chapter: SleepingThe baby was finally sleeping.I hadn’t named him.Not yet.Somehow, between the blood and the gunfire, between Daria’s shadow and Milo’s endless wars, the space for something as sacred as a name had been lost.Like it had no room to bloom in all this wreckage.Like naming him would make him real,and real things could be taken.His breath whispered against Milo’s shirt, the one I’d pulled from the bathroom floor in a panic,torn and smoke-drenched, still stained with the ghost of a gunfight. It smelled like adrenaline, like aftershave and steel. Like him.I held the child tighter, as if his chest against mine could silence the chaos in my bones. But my body was unraveling, inch by inch.My eyelids were sandpaper. My legs trembled beneath me. The blood in my veins dragged like syrup, and still,still,I didn’t lie down. Couldn’t.My gaze was fixed on the door.That hollow space where Daria had stood not long ago, her fingers grazing my child’s head like it meant something.And then she wa
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Chapter: A soundIt started with a sound.A wet pop beneath me. Then warmth.Too warm.I looked down.The creamy marble floor was slick. My bare feet were drowning in clear fluid that kept spreading, soaking the hem of Milo’s shirt I’d stolen earlier. My stomach clenched like a fist inside me, and I gripped the edge of the counter so hard I thought the marble would snap.A second later, I was on my knees,breath stuck somewhere between a gasp and a scream. It tore out of me when the pain hit, slicing through my spine and curling low in my belly like fire that wanted out.Not now.Not tonight.My hand reached for the emergency button near the wall panel. The one Milo made me swear I’d use if anything happened. My fingers fumbled. Missed. Smashed it too hard.A red light blinked.A voice buzzed through the speaker: “Emergency triggered,security en route…”Then the window rattled.A pop from the street below.Another. Louder.Gunfire.The next contraction hit so hard I collapsed sideways, cheek pressing
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Chapter: QuietThe warehouse was quieter now.Only the groan of cooling metal and the slow drip of blood from overhead pipes broke the silence. A body twitched once near the door,nerves, not life,and then stilled. Milo walked through the carnage like a ghost returning home.Smoke curled from a shattered light overhead. Bullet casings littered the ground like confetti at a funeral. The air was thick with gunpowder, sweat, and the stench of death.His blade,matte black, still warm,hung loosely in his hand. Blood slicked the grip, trailing down his wrist, soaking into his coat. He didn’t care.He hadn’t come for answers.He came to erase.Zoya’s men,fifteen in total,had been waiting for a deal that never came. They'd expected to meet a contact. Instead, they met Milo.The first two went down silently. The next six tried to fight. That part didn’t last long.Now there were bodies against every wall, some piled like discarded furniture. One man had been nailed to the support beam with a wrench through th
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Chapter: metting The meeting place was forgotten by time,an abandoned greenhouse hidden behind one of the old estates near the docks. Ivy strangled shattered glass panes. The moon filtered through in fractured slivers, catching on the soft swell of dust hanging in the air like secrets waiting to land.Zoya arrived first.She stood in the center of the broken greenhouse, wrapped in a long black coat that clung to her like a second skin. Her breath fogged the air in little ghosts. Her fingers trembled only once,then steadied.She wouldn’t fall apart now. Not in front of him.Ivan was late.Of course he was. He always made her wait,not out of cruelty, but because he never rushed. Ivan moved like a man who had already survived hell and had nothing left to fear. And maybe that was what she loved most.The way he didn’t flinch, even when she did.Footsteps. Soft, deliberate. No panic, no hurry.She turned just as he stepped through the cracked glass door, shadows trailing behind him like silent guards. He
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RETURN OF THE LUNA: RECLAIMING HER BACK
#SMUT SCENE #EROTIC SCENE
I stared deeply into his eyes, hoping he would stop me if he regretted it, but nothing—just an empty void.
"My dignity is most respected, as is that of my child, Luci... Lucian..."
"It's Alpha Lucian to you now; if I were you, I wouldn't cross me."
He gritted his teeth, and I found myself swallowing hard.
"Okay, Alpha Lucian Pascal, I reject you as my mate and Alpha. I'll address you informally and by your name. I shall hold no connection to this pack, its members, nor to you. I hereby free you from this hideous bond to mate with whoever you see fit and make them your Luna."
I bit down on my lips, trying to stop the tears from spilling out, my grip tightening on my dress as I felt my legs wobbling from intense pain.
But above all, I waited for him to come back to his senses, to ask me to stay, to apologize...
"I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack and never want to see you anywhere near me or my pack. I also accept your rejection; you now cease to be my mate."
Almost immediately, a gush of pain washed over me, and my legs gave way.
I expected Lucian to save me from falling, but he only stood there, watching me.
My instinct kicked in, and I grabbed onto the desk, trying to steady myself as the tears I was trying to hold in slid down my cheeks.
Immediately, I darted outside, running as fast as my legs could carry me.
I hate you... I wanted to, but it was clear: I loved you. I loved the wrong one.
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Chapter: Sleeping insideLucian's PerspectiveThe palace held its oppressive weight today, with uncertainties seeping through its walls. I followed familiar corridors, heart pounding as I approached my mother’s quarters. Lady Seraphina’s health had remained poor for quite some time, and the gnawing worry in me was becoming unbearable. I wanted to see her, to reassure myself that she was indeed all right.As I arrived at her door, I stood for a moment, inhaling deeply to compose myself. The tension in the air could be felt, and shadows began creeping in with doubt. My mind flitted back to Sarah, her unyielding support, and her immense loyalty through thick and thin. But another face loomed ominously within my thoughts—Clark ."Come in," my mother's voice rang from the room, pulling me back into reality. I shoved the door open, stepping inside an exquisite yet dimly lit room. Lady Seraphina lay on her bed, a pale face framed by silvery hair. She seemed frail, but the fire in her eyes had given me strength over
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Chapter: Looking backCLARK POV The bright sun shone over me while I strolled through the palace gardens in the company of Lorenzo. The flowers appeared exceptionally bright and cheerful against the gray weight in my heart. I knew my life and my husband's chaos threatened to ruin that moment, and I tried to give my son the chance to really savor it-to really be free of such baggage.“Look at those roses, Mom!” Lorenzo pointed with enthusiasm toward a bush full of flowers, face shining with the excitement of life. The sight of his joy gave me a smile.“Aren't they beautiful?” I said, kneeling in front of him. “Just like you, strong and full of life.”While we admired the flowers, my eyes strayed across the garden. What I saw received my attention-a figure far ahead. As I squinted against the sun, my heart plummeted: it was Sarah. She stood with Lawrence, and her face bore the expression of wrath.“Lawrence, you need to listen to me!” she shouted with invective, shattering the tranquillity of her surroundin
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Chapter: Not nowLucian POVThe golden light from outside my chamber indicated that dawn was breaking. Being compelled to rise was not so much as a desire rather than an earnest emotion I found myself subject to. The emptiness in the Palace while my mother lay with a grave sickness. But today, a new change was casting its shadow: a will had sprouted within me yet again in preparation to dispel the swirling emotions I had suffered for a long time. I needed to speak to Sarah, needed to close a gap that set us at a distance since chaos began.I dressed speedily; somehow the cloth of my garment was heavier than normal; narrow strips of thought fought with and sided easily with some while opposing at times while handling issues from Clark until then. But only she had stood by me unflinchingly, exhibiting an unconditional sense of loyalty on every level. There persisted an unspecified degree of nagging that implied she ought to take precedence over my list of priorities for one reason or another.As I left
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Chapter: Frangnace Lucian POVThe golden light from outside my chamber indicated that dawn was breaking. Being compelled to rise was not so much as a desire rather than an earnest emotion I found myself subject to. The emptiness in the Palace while my mother lay with a grave sickness. But today, a new change was casting its shadow: a will had sprouted within me yet again in preparation to dispel the swirling emotions I had suffered for a long time. I needed to speak to Sarah, needed to close a gap that set us at a distance since chaos began.I dressed speedily; somehow the cloth of my garment was heavier than normal; narrow strips of thought fought with and sided easily with some while opposing at times while handling issues from Clark until then. But only she had stood by me unflinchingly, exhibiting an unconditional sense of loyalty on every level. There persisted an unspecified degree of nagging that implied she ought to take precedence over my list of priorities for one reason or another.As I left
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Chapter: LucianLucian POINT OF VIEWThe chamber, dimly lit, cast an array of shadows across the granite walls, and within the palatial walls, silence felt almost stifling. I was perched on the edge of the bed, head bowed low in my hands, stilling myself against the tempestuous emotions that had roistered for the past couple of days. Lady Seraphine, my mother, had fallen ill, and what had followed was the destruction of all order within the palace. I think every day her rapid decline from ill health into near death shakes me and the entire pack. Anxiety was coursing through our ranks with what uncertainty about her illness would mean for our future: the dark cloud of dread loomed large over us. I shook my head and pulled at my hair, trying to shove away the memories; they came back again and again to one person: Clark. How was she so strong? Even in my eyes, I had watched her fight tooth and nail for her son, Lorenzo. Memories of her cast aside five years ago faded into the distance, like a dream
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Chapter: Sarah's MemorySarah POVI sat in a dim light within my chamber, the candle flame flickering, casting shadows on the stone walls. The air crackled with that familiar energy, alive with the excitement of yesterday's events. I had been telling what happened to Beta Jax, my confidant and, if I’m honest, my lover. There was wonder and concern in his eyes as I prepared to plunge into the turmoil we both saw."What happened yesterday.” Jax asked. I leaned forward slightly. "I trailed our warriors into the enemy territory. The hunters were on Lorenzo's tracks, after he followed them."“Why did you leave so suddenly yesterday, I missed you.?” Jax interrupted, his brow furrowed. “You know how important this was for us! We could have been together, and I wanted to be there with you.”I hesitated at what I could see was Jax's annoyance starting to flare up. “I had to make a decision, Jax. I couldn't just jump in blindly. You know the situation was very serious. I had to think it through strategically. Besid
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My Dirty Little Orgasms Episode (R21+)
#Bdsm #Smut #Erotic
This is an erotic story, all the chapters are erotic.
"Fuck Me harder"
"Don't Stop"
"I think I am cumming Lilith"
"I love your Pussy Litith" he said to me, purging into me.
But I didn't feel it, or enjoy it, No more enjoyment, I need to explore more.
I have been married for years, touched by my husband every night, yet I always feel a lingering emptiness that I can no longer ignore. His hands on my skin bring no satisfaction, no spark. I’ve heard the whispers, seen the knowing glances, and listened to the stories of blissful, earth-shattering pleasure that seems to elude me at every turn.
I want it. Desperately. I crave the orgasm everyone else talks about, the one thing I’ve never felt no matter how many times I’ve tried.
As I begin to venture into the arms of others, the boundary between longing and temptation disappears. Each new touch, each new partner pulls me deeper into a world where pleasure has no rules, no shame. And with every encounter, my hunger intensifies, pushing me closer to a truth I can’t escape: What if it’s not just about the orgasm, but about the deeper hunger within me?
My search for satisfaction has begun… but will this journey lead me to the ultimate release or leave me chasing a desire that could ruin everything?
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Chapter: Happiness The man, whose name Lilith later learned was Jack, led her to his car and pushed her into the backseat. He wasted no time in shoving her skirt up around her waist and yanking her panties down to her knees."Spread your legs, slut," he growled, pushing her thighs apart with his strong hands. "Let me see that dirty cunt of yours."Lilith whimpered with need as she complied, exposing her dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. Jack licked his lips, a feral grin spreading across his face as he took in the sight of her swollen lips and engorged clit."Fuck, you're already so wet for me," he purred, running a finger through her slick folds. "You really are a desperate little whore, aren't you?"Lilith could only moan in response, her hips bucking forward as he circled her entrance with his finger. She was so empty, so desperate to be filled, that she would have done anything for him at that moment.Jack seemed to sense her desperation, because he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his thi
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Chapter: Another stranger The next few days passed in a blur of pain and pleasure, each one blending seamlessly into the next as Lilith was passed from one depraved fuckpig to the next. Roman made good on his promise to keep her busy, scheduling a never-ending stream of cocks to fill her holes and ruin her mind.She was gangbanged in public restrooms, used as a human urinal in dark alleyways, and sodomized in abandoned warehouses. Men spat in her face, pissed down her throat, and abused her tits until they were raw and bleeding. They made her worship their filthy, uncut cocks, choking her with their uncircumcised foreskin until she thought she would pass out.Through it all, Lilith took it like a champ, reveling in the degradation and humiliation. Each brutal fuck, each obscene act, only served to reinforce her place as nothing more than a set of holes for others to use. She was a cunt, an asshole, a pair of tits - and that was all she was good for.But even as she submitted to each new violation, a small part
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Chapter: Next morningRoman's words hung heavy in the air, a cruel promise of more of the same debauchery to come. Lilith knew she should feel revolted, horrified at the prospect of being passed around like a common whore for him and his "friends" to use.But instead, all she could feel was a dull sense of inevitability, a resignation to her fate as nothing more than a collection of fuckholes for others to plunder. She had already sunk so far into this twisted world, had crossed so many lines, that there was no going back now."Good girl," Roman purred, his voice dripping with condescension as he reached down to give her sore cunt a patronizing pat. "I knew you'd come around. You were born to be bred like a bitch in heat."He stepped away from her then, adjusting his clothes as he prepared to leave her in the aftermath of his abuse. Lilith stayed where she was, sprawled out on the counter like a used rag, her battered body aching in a thousand different places.She watched as Roman strode confidently towar
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Chapter: wowLilith lay on the cold, hard floor, her body aching from the brutal fucking she had just endured. She could feel the dog's cum leaking out of her ravaged pussy, mixing with the dried seed already crusting her thighs.She knew she should get up, should try to clean herself off and go back to her normal life. But what was her normal life now? A slave to her own depraved desires, craving the humiliation and pain of being used like a cheap whore?She couldn't even remember a time when she hadn't felt this way, when the constant ache between her legs hadn't been there, driving her to seek out any cock that would have her.Lilith closed her eyes, trying to block out the shameful memories of all the men - and now animals - she had serviced over the past few weeks. There were too many to count, too many throbbing cocks shoved down her throat or plunged into her tight holes.Each encounter had only made the hunger inside her grow stronger, until now she couldn't even imagine going a day withou
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Chapter: I can't believe thisLilith stood there trembling, feeling the madman's cum dripping down her thighs. Her pussy throbbed with overstimulation, the brutal fucking having pushed her body to its limits.She didn't know how long she stood there, lost in a daze of shame and satiation. But then she heard a whimper, and felt a warm, wet nose nuzzling at her calf.Lilith looked down to see a large dog standing in front of her, its brown eyes fixed on her naked body. It was a mutt, with shaggy fur and mismatched ears, but there was something almost human in its gaze.And Lilith could see the obvious bulge in its furry crotch, the animal's cock jutting out and throbbing with arousal. She had heard of dogs mounting anything they thought was a female in heat, but she had never seen it in person before."Go away," she said weakly, waving a hand at the creature. "I don't want anything to do with you."But the dog just tilted its head and whined, its tail wagging hopefully. It took a step closer to her, and Lilith could
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Chapter: Mad manLilith walked down the busy street, her mind still reeling from what had just happened with Mr. Johnson. She felt dirty and used, like a piece of meat that had been stripped and carved.As she walked, lost in thought, she suddenly heard someone shout behind her. "Hey! You! Stop right there!"Lilith spun around and saw a wild-eyed man running towards her, his eyes filled with madness. He was waving a knife in the air, his lips curled back in a snarl.Lilith's heart leaped into her throat. She turned and started running, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she tried to put distance between herself and the crazed man.He chased after her, gaining ground with each step. Lilith's lungs burned and her legs ached but she pushed herself to run faster, adrenaline coursing through her veins.The man was right behind her now, his hot breath on the back of her neck. She could smell his sweat and something else, something almost feral.Lilith spotted a restaurant up ahead and made a beeli
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