Amber Lustful Novels & Stories

"So fucking perfect. Made for me. Only me." Allistair's hands clawed at Lucifer's back, his nails digging into the smooth, unmarred skin to leave red marks that would fade almost the instant they appeared. He could feel the power coursing through him, a wild and untamed force that matched the ferocity of Lucifer's thrusts. "More," Allistair gasped. There was a desperate pleading in his voice. "Give me more. I need more of you. All of you." Lucifer's laugh was low, an innately sinful sound that sent shivers down Allistair's spine. "Greedy Amor Meus, aren't you? Always wanting more. Always needing more."

Her black silk dress made a nice cushion against the stone floor. Lazy Eye watched her with his cigar hanging from his lips, and when he made no move to stop her, Amber unzipped his pants. The bastard allowed some of the ash from his cigar to hit her shoulder. She sucked in a deep breath against the flash of pain but didn’t allow it to stop her from her task. Forgive me, Amber pleaded once more as she pulled his dick free and took him into her mouth.

“Tell you what, if you can satisfy my fantasy, I will spare you the joy of being tasted by all my associates.” “I wonder how it would feel to taste both aunt and niece at the same time?” Amber clenched her fist as she was boiling with anger; her chests rose heavily, up and down; Her appearance coupled with her outfit, was enough to make any man’s blood boil. “My pretty little kitten, I am almost wishing that you fail as I watch you seething… it must be steaming to ride you… hur… hur…. Hur.” Amber shivered. She wondered what sort of a beast she had made the deal with.

If anyone could divine the truth of Flameheart’s lineage, it would be her, and if manipulation was necessary, she was the vilest ally to ensnare an enemy. He reached the grand balcony where gothic arches framed the star-etched sky and uttered a low, piercing whistle. Which is known as a call that transcends the mortal realm. Moments later, a shadow detached itself from the darkness, materializing into the slender, beautiful form of Ambrosia. She approached with a serpentine grace, her eyes aglow with malice and wisdom beyond the aeons. “Damon,” she hissed, her voice a tapestry of velvet and venom. “Your heart beats with unrest. Tell me, what casts a shadow upon your throne this eve?”

Abram ~ Those ambers, those damn fucking ambers, they are so enciting that they burn up my whole being. They held so much pain and innocence that I cannot help but get drawn to them. Everytime I look at those amber orbs, I forget everything and just get lost into them. But I know the truth, eyes lie, and she is a vicious woman, she is a fucking whore. I clenched my fist as the scene from yesterday, where she was intimately standing with that Ian flashed across my eyes. My insides burned with sudden rage.

An ugly grin curled across her lips, unbeknownst to her that this fuelled Amethyst's indignation. Her eyes quickly glowed with a sparkling flame of ire as she continued to walk in Adelaide's direction. "Is it desperation? You just could not scratch the urge to lose that little, precious thing you have last?" The Dark Fey exclaimed with loathe — enough as she felt waves of hotness boiling all over her skin and veins. Her face was getting hot — she could feel it very well.

“You have to listen to me attentively. Do you understand?” My heart skipped. Was this it? Was she finally going to tell me everything? “Yes, I understand…I am all ears,” I said quickly, sitting up properly. “Lustre comes from a rare species of wolves… the seers and mages,” Amber began slowly. “She has a gift, but Lustre lost that after an incident with Sebastian last season… Did he tell you?” “No… nobody told me,” I said, wiping my face, now fully attentive. Amber sighed.

As I realized that I was still in a meeting and Vesna was reporting, she started glaring at me. None of the meeting's agenda was stuck in my head. I was lost. "I mean, continue." I sat properly and was back at it. I remembered the day when I saw Amaya and Flynn in the cemetery. Maybe that's why he likes having sex with her because of how nice she could taste in every bit of sensation. Can I taste more than those lips perhaps? What is it like to see through her? I imagined her clothes sliding off of her body while she gave that bright smile. Or moaning from my grasp as I give her pleasure. Her soft skin that brushes with mine creates a bond that I can't explain. Kissing her legs might also ta

Christian said frustratingly. "Hey son, I am not doing your evil. I am just telling you what kind of person you are. I know that you are the most different in the world, you are my Diamond . Only the one who loves you from the heart can understand you. Nobody else understands you." Aunt Whyla said and her eyes pointed on Roose as she said all this to Roose. And she wants to tell Roose that her son is the most beautiful diamond in the world.

“Look how beautiful you are… every inch of you belonging to your king now. Don’t be shy, sweet thing, let me see.” My heart pounded loudly in my chest. With that, I slowly opened my legs more for him. “Please d-don’t look,” I said, even though I didn’t stop him. His hand slapped me gently, which made me yelp. “Why shouldn’t I stare at this perfect little pussy… ‘my’ perfect little pussy?” he said, growling as he massaged my lower lips, smearing my juice as he moved. “St-stop,” I moaned out at the new feeling. My body jerked slightly. I could only lie helpless as he continued with his finger.