All Chapters of House of Love and Moonlight: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Trigger WarningsThis is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.Chapter 1The Dragons’ Paid PussyThe slap landed hard across Cordelia Churchill’s left cheek, snapping her head to the side with enough force to make her vision blur for a second. She stumbled back, catching herself on the edge of the old coffee table. The sting spread, followed by the warm trickle of blood from her split lip.“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” the bigger loan shark said calmly, flexing his hand. “That’s what your father owes us now, sweetheart. End of the month. No more extensions.”His partner, a thinner man with cold eyes, leaned against the wall and looked Cordelia up and down slowly. “You’re a pretty one. Nice body. If Cliff

The Dragons’ Paid PussyCordelia woke to the feeling of a heavy arm draped possessively across her waist and the unnatural warmth of a body pressed against her back. The penthouse bedroom was still dark, the city lights twinkling far below the high-length windows. Her body ached in ways she had never experienced before. Her pussy felt swollen and tender, her thighs sticky with dried cum, and there were faint bruises already forming on her hips where Elijah had gripped her the night before.She shifted slightly and winced. The movement made Elijah stir behind her. His hand slid up her body with intentional slowness, cupping one of her full breasts and squeezing.“Going somewhere?” His voice was filled with sleep but still commanding.“No, Sir,” Cordelia whispered, her voice hoarse from the night’s activities.“Good girl.” He rolled her onto her back as if she weighed nothing. Even in the dim light, Elijah was devastating. The golden-blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes intense as they

The Dragons’ Paid PussyCordelia regained consciousness slowly, as if emerging from suffocating darkness. The first thing she became aware of was pain, deep, all-consuming pain that radiated from every part of her body. Her pussy felt raw and swollen, like it had been torn apart and used beyond its limits. Her asshole burned with a constant, throbbing ache, still stretched and leaking Ruby’s cum. Her breasts were tender and bruised, covered in dark handprints and bite marks from Jax’s assault. Even her throat felt sore from being fucked so roughly.She lay naked on the massive bed in one of the penthouse bedrooms, the silk sheets tangled around her legs. The city lights of New York twinkled far below the floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent to her suffering. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and something else, something faintly smoky and primal that she couldn’t quite place.Cordelia tried to sit up and immediately whimpered. Her muscles screamed in protest. A sting between her legs m

The Dragons’ Paid PussyCordelia woke up slowly, her body heavy and aching in ways she had never imagined possible. She was still in the massive bed in the penthouse, tangled between three powerful, warm bodies. Elijah lay on her left, his arm possessively over her waist. Ruby was curled against her right side, one hand resting on her breast even in sleep. Jax was behind her, his massive frame radiating intense heat, his face buried in the crook of her neck.Every movement sent stings through her core. Her pussy and ass felt raw and swollen. Bruises covered her breasts, thighs, and hips. She could still feel the dried evidence of their multiple releases on her skin.The memories of the night before flooded back, being used by all three of them at once, the overwhelming stretch, the growls, the scales, the glowing eyes. She had been completely shattered.Cordelia lay still, barely breathing, afraid to wake them. Tears silently slipped down her cheeks as the weight of everything crashed

The Dragons’ Paid PussyCordelia lay in her small, familiar bed in the Bronx apartment, staring at the cracks on the ceiling. It had been three days since she left the Inglewood penthouse, but her body still felt like it belonged to someone else.Every movement was a reminder. The deep soreness between her legs had lessened slightly with medication and rest, but it was still there — a constant, aching throb in her pussy and ass. The bruises on her breasts and thighs had turned deep purple and yellow. When she showered, the water hitting her sensitive nipples made her gasp. Even the soft cotton of her old T-shirt felt too rough against her skin.But the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional storm inside her.She kept having dreams. Vivid, explicit dreams of Elijah’s cold commands, Jax’s brutal strength, and Ruby’s teasing corruption. She would wake up wet, throbbing, and ashamed, her body craving something no normal man could give her anymore.Cordelia curled into a ball,