All Chapters of Lustful Tales: A Collection of Passionate Oneshot Romances: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Scheur POV I kept my eyes fixed on the stone floor as I carried the heavy laundry basket down the dimly lit hallway. In this world, humans knew their place — especially when serving werewolves. Two years in the palace had taught me one unbreakable rule: avoid them like poison. Speak only when spoken to. Never meet their eyes. Never linger. A burst of excited voices echoed from the servants’ quarters. I hesitated, then stepped closer and set the basket down. “What’s going on?” I whispered to Simone, the nearest maid who wasn’t part of the chaos. She rolled her eyes and jerked her chin toward the crowd of girls clustered around a posted list. “They just announced the new suite assignments. Half of them are losing their minds because they get to serve His Majesty.” My stomach dropped. I pushed through the group and scanned the names. There it was — mine. Assigned to the king’s private chambers. “Lucky you,” a girl beside me sighed, draping her arm over my shoulder dreamily. I shrug

After that encounter, I tried desperately to avoid him. Lucky for me, he hadn’t summoned me again right away. I sat alone, trying to plan my way out of this predicament. I already had my future mapped out. Work until I was twenty-five. Find a matchmaker. Marry a human man. Have children. Live a quiet, safe life. King Baldwin was not part of that plan. I had never accounted for an obsessive king who seemed determined to pull me into his bed. “Scheur, it seems you’re on cleaning His Majesty’s bedroom again,” a fellow maid said, looking at the new list. I groaned, resting my forehead against my palm. “What’s with the face?” someone asked. “She’s just angry the king won’t fuck her yet,” another said in a teasing tone. I grimaced. The last thing I wanted was that man’s attention. “You think they have already fucked?” someone else asked. The others giggled. “No way. If they did, she wouldn’t be walking properly,” another added. Laughter broke out around the table. My cheeks burned w

With those words, he stared at me as I stared at him. He moved off the bed and stood. Still watching me, he kicked off his boots. His jacket — stained with my release — followed, then his tunic, until both lay in a heap on the floor. I stared at the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Then he pushed down his pants. I saw him. “Oh.” That is not going to fit. A low chuckle came from above me. Baldwin smiled down at me, darkly amused. “Don’t worry. It will,” he said, crawling back onto the bed and settling between my parted thighs. I tried not to look at it too closely, but the words the other maids had whispered kept echoing in my head. *I bet he has a huge cock.* *Oh, Your Majesty — you’re so big — fuck.* None of those words prepared me for the real thing. It was massive. Thick. Heavy. “Do you want to touch my cock?” he offered, moving closer until the heat of him brushed against my skin. I nodded slowly. What else could I do? He took my hand and guided it to him. My finger

I followed Mrs. Hargrove, the stern caretaker of Blackwood Manor, through the sprawling grounds. The estate was breathtaking — vast lawns of lush green, perfectly trimmed hedges, and the grand estate house itself rising like a monument to old money and power. We stepped inside the main building, and I had to stop myself from staring. The ceilings were impossibly high, chandeliers sparkled even in daylight, and every piece of furniture spoke of wealth far beyond anything I had ever known. As an orphan who had grown up with nothing, this place felt like a dream I had no right to enter. “…and you will be one of the maids attending to Lord Blackwood’s personal quarters,” Mrs. Hargrove continued sharply. “Are you even listening to me, girl?” “Yes, ma’am,” I answered quickly, my voice nervous. She gave me a long, pointed stare before continuing the tour. We climbed a long spiral staircase to the second floor, where the master’s private chambers were located. “You were hired because of y

“Did you hear that?” Lord Edmund’s raspy voice cut through the silence like a whip. I froze in terror, still on my knees in the hallway, fingers buried between my legs. My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I was scared he could hear it. I didn’t hear the woman’s reply — only the heavy sound of his footsteps approaching the door. “Who’s there?” he demanded the moment he opened it. I held my breath, too afraid to even move. My soaked fingers trembled as I slowly pulled them out of my panties. Wetness clung to my skin. I stayed completely still, pressed against the wall just out of sight, praying the shadows would hide me. “Did you see anyone?” the woman asked from inside the room. He stood there for what felt like forever. I could practically feel his presence through the thick wooden door — the weight of him, the heat of him. My pulse roared in my ears. Finally, after a long, unbearable pause, I heard him say, “No,” before the door clicked shut again. I stayed hidden for sever