Alastor Nsfw Novels & Stories

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

He licked her with long, slow strokes, then focused on her clit, circling it slowly before sucking it into his mouth. Celeste gripped the edge of the vanity in front of her, her knees buckling. “Eyes on the mirror,” Azrael said, pausing just long enough to command her. “I want you to see what I do to you.” She opened her eyes and looked. Her reflection was flushed, hair messy, lips parted in a soft moan. She looked… desperate. And he was still behind her, buried between her thighs. His tongue worked her expertly. He added two fingers, sliding them inside her slowly.

Hands long enough to reach July without having to push forward the table, half standing as July did earlier. “What about this?" asked him, stroking July's face, making this time the woman in front of him petrified. “Here, as you say, is exceeding the limit.” Alastor touched July's lips. July's body did not budge, Alastor could feel the reaction even though it was faint. It must be because of the trauma that July has or it is natural that other women will react like that.

I was almost at the edge of shifting. "You bastard let go of my sister!" Lucas yelled. Alpha Jihun however only smirked. "She brought it upon herself" He exclaimed cockily before pulling her hair harshly. "Let go of her Jihun" I warned, my body was shaking.My wolf forcing to come out. "Why? You don't want to share your little sex slave?" He laughed.I moved towards him, my eyes taking the shade of red, almost close to turning white but I kept it at bay.Now is not the time.He deserve some torture first.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

I'm starting to think we're wasting our time when Damien's voice cuts through the silence. "Serena. Kael. You need to see this." We find him in the lower levels. A storage room, dark, dusty, forgotten, but not empty. A body lies against the far wall. Another Alpha, Throat torn out, Same as before. And beside the body, another note. I pick it up with shaking hands. You're getting warmer.— E

"Show me then." Alissa removed her coat and she went on top of him. She started trailing kisses down his neck, he extended his neck, and she licked and gently nibbled. Alissa heard him swear and he flipped her over. Alissa let out a squeal. Aron helped her take off her shirt and he threw it on the ground. He looked down at her, and his eyes became more intense. He started tracing wet kisses up to her belly until he reached the swelling of her breasts. His one hand came up and removed her breast from her bra, and his mouth covered her nipple, sucking harder and harder.

He let out. “Well, it’s Sunday. I want to go to the beach first. Then, I have been invited to a werewolf party,” Anastasia told him in what sounded like a bored tone for some reason. “Maybe you’ll find your mate there.” Aiden couldn’t help the excitement with which his next two words were coated, “You think?” “I’m no oracle,” she started in a teasing tone, “but a werewolf party is a good start for the big bad alpha ultra to find his mate.”

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

His tongue slides against mine with deliberate hunger, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other presses firmly at the small of my back, erasing every inch of space between us. Heat blooms low in my stomach. I melt into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Footsteps sound at the far end of the corridor and I glance towards that direction. Two guards appear, freeze for half a second at the sight of their Alpha devouring his Luna against the wall, then hurriedly turn and retreat, murmuring under their breath. Evander doesn’t stop. He seems lost. He walks me backward until my shoulders meet the cool stone wall, his body caging mine, hard and insistent.