Todos los capítulos de Steamy Chronicles collections : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

A female egyptian thief/anti-hero named Alariq (blessed with the powers of Anubis, Bast and Isis) and a thousand years old male Greek Hero named Nyx meet. What started as a fight for the artifact became a hot passionate sex between the two*******************The alley's shadows swallowed Alariq as she taunted, "A Greek hero who can't outmaneuver a thief? How disappointing." Nyx's eyes all but glowed with a thousand years of memories and fierce intent. "A thief who thinks she can steal from the dead? Bold, but foolish." His only warning before he lunged. Without magic, the fight would've been a worthy battle. But blessed as she was, it was anything but even. As Nyx charged, Alariq blazed with Isis's power. The artifact hummed in her hand, absorbing her heat. She could wipe the floor with him any time she wanted, but where would the fun be in that? This dance of hers was as much about the thrill as it was the prize. The chiseled muscles of his chest heaved with breaths that we

PART ONE: Arora a beautiful milkmaiden with round full bosoms was called for an century old ritual , in which milk maiden's body is decorated with sweet desserts in front of the king who complete rituals by sucking milkl from breast and sucking her lower lips , unaware of this ritual she lived and fell in love with someone however she was picked by an old sinister king who was obsessed with her for the ritual.***************************The sun dipped low, casting an eerie glow over the ancient palace. Arora, a milkmaiden with full, round breasts, had been summoned for a ritual she knew nothing about. Her soft, creamy skin glistened with sweat as she stood before the king, her heart pounding in her chest. The king, ancient and sinister, had long been obsessed with her. Today, his eyes gleamed with a sickening anticipation and lust. A hoard of maidservants was elbowing each other out of the way as they hurriedly smeared sweet, sticky desserts all over Arora's body. They painted h

A corn-fed Iowa family consisting of Todd the dad, Lia the mom, Jake the older son, and Nina the younger daughter check into a resort. Todd was an imposing dilf, high school football coach with blue eyes and blond hair. His curvaceous wife stayed at home. Jake was a handsome cocky senior QB. Lina was a studious sophomore with a remarkable body.*********************The resort lobby was all vaulted ceilings and polished wood, the kind of place that smelled like money and quiet indulgence. Todd led the way, his broad shoulders filling out his polo in a way that made the clerk at the desk glance twice. At six-three and built like he still hit the gym daily—which he did—he carried himself with the easy swagger of a man who knew exactly how much space he took up. His blond hair was cropped short, military clean, but his jawline was shadowed with just enough scruff to hint at something rougher beneath the coach's discipline. Blue eyes, sharp as lake ice, scanned the room like he was al

PART THREE: Jon leaned against the weight bench, his thick thighs spread, sweat glistening on his dark, muscular chest. His shorts were already unbuttoned, exposing the curve of his cock and the soft, slick heat between his legs. Jake—lanky, pale, and nervous—stood frozen, his gaze flickering between Jon's face and what lay beneath. "Never seen one before?" Jon's voice was deep, amused. He hooked a finger under Jake's belt, tugging him closer. "You can look. Touch, even."Jake swallowed hard, his pulse jackhammering. He'd only ever been with girls—clumsy, fumbling hookups—but the way Jon watched him now, patient and predatory, made his mouth dry. Jon guided Jake's hand lower, pressing his fingers against warm, wet folds. "See? Nothing to be scared of." His grin widened as Jake gasped at the contact. "Go on. Get a feel." Jake obeyed, tentatively stroking, his cock which twitched in his jeans when Jon groaned. Encouraged, he slid two fingers in—tight, hot—earning a low, appro

Jack and Ann were a young successful couple. Jack was a tall and scrawny Arab man with brown hair and brown eyes behind his glasses. He was a professor of biology at a well-known university. His wife was a short plain Japanese lady who was a teacher of High School history. They married for love and then quickly became pregnant. They then delayed their honeymoon by a year which meant that Ann was 7 months pregnant when they checked into a cabin in the mountains of Norway.******************************{Honeymoon, Delayed}The cabin smelled like pine and woodsmoke—a stark contrast to the sterile halls of the university where Jack spent his days lecturing undergrads on cell structures and ecosystems. Now, he was hauling firewood with one hand, the other wrapped protectively around Ann's waist as she waddled ahead of him, her swollen belly stretching the fabric of her oversized sweater. "You sure you're good, babe?" he asked, adjusting his glasses with his free hand. Ann shot him