Ancient Roman Erotica Novels & Stories

There is a reason that Lycan aren’t virgins. When they touch a human or each other, it causes an aphrodisiac-like outcome. I understand the concept, trust me. Every time Roman even brushes against me I am straining at the cuffs to attack him. No more cards, no more games, just waiting—and hoping that someone doesn’t stake me before this shit is over with. To make matters worse, Roman has taken it upon himself to educate me in our glorious an illustrious history. It is beyond boring, and I am pretty sure the only reason he is going over this crap to keep me from licking him every chance I get.

I said and he just looked at me questioningly. Kissing his cheek, I whispered into his ear, “Vide quid non videatur (See what is not seen).” Seconds later, he was looking down on the Veda and releasing a sharp curse. “Fuck. You weren’t joking. Damn. Well, best get out. Wake the old man up. But get back to the cells and please, stop trying to make old men hard on's. Its just so gross seeing old wrinkly balls.” Roman said, chuckling as he nodded his head at the old man who was rapidly stroking his dick with his whole body on full display. The old elder just lay there frustrated as he continued to stroke his dick harder and harder while moaning my name. I just snickered a little before adjustin

she moaned as her center throbbed with satisfaction then he flipped her over and hovered over her. " Please...fuck me. I can't stand this tease anymore" she said, kissing him needfully. Her center throbbed so much in anticipation as they kissed desperately. Roman was the one who found worshipping her body and giving her ultimate pleasure torture because he was so deprived. Even though he wanted to slam himself inside her and fuck her till she screamed his name, he didn't want it to be just sex. " I want to make love to you Elora," he said before he slid himself slowly and gently inside her. Elora's horny impulses became clothes in passion and love even as he slowly penetrated her core with h

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

“Gwŷr y Mynyddoedd! Ancient ones of the stones and the mist! Tonight we offer you the sacred triad. Husband, wife, and lover — joined in flesh and sin before your eyes. Let their moans be your praise. Let their dripping cunts and filled wombs feed your power through me.” He poured a mixture of mead, rooster blood, and the women’s own slick arousal over their bound bodies. The warm, sticky liquid ran in rivulets over Eira’s swollen breasts and dripping pussy, and down Gwyneth’s exposed cunt and asshole, mixing with their juices and pooling on the sacred stone.

He lowered himself between her thighs. He didn’t enter her. First, he kissed her there. A kiss so profane it made her cry out, her hips bucking off the ground. He tasted her, the unique, musky-sweet flavor of her desire. He licked and explored with his tongue, circling her clit, drinking her in. She was chanting, a mix of prayer and profanity, “Oh God… oh, Marcus… yes… there…” When she was trembling, soaking, begging, he rose up. He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging against her wet entrance. He looked into her eyes. “Clara,” he said, his voice thick. “Do you want this?”

Lucas flipped through the pages slowly, his expression unreadable as he scanned the increasingly explicit vows I’d written in the haze of last night. His lips curved at one particular line. “‘I vow to let you fuck me raw in public places… and thank you for the risk,’” he read aloud, voice low and rough. He looked up at me. “You’ve been busy.” Heat flooded my face. “You told me to add more.” He set the notebook aside and pulled me between his knees. His hands slid under the hem of my dress, palms gliding up my bare thighs until his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin where my legs met.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

Our wet pussies pressed together. She began to move, grinding her slick folds against mine. The feeling was... incredible. A sweet, slippery friction that was completely different from being filled by Stefan, but just as intense, maybe more. I moaned, meeting her thrust for thrust, our bodies sliding together. How did Cassius birth such sex gods? The thought was insane, but it was there. He was so bland, so boring in bed, and his children... his children were destroying me in the best way possible.

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!