Angel Dust Nsfw Novels & Stories

Like a gambler watching the right card turn. “That,” he murmured, “is why they built cages.” The seam widened another inch. The eye blinked once—slow, deliberate—and something inside the dark shifted, hinting at a shape too large for the doorway. The air smelled like black water and burned herbs. Like my mother’s cabin on fire. I fought the memory back. “My other half is me,” I said, voice shaking. The eye’s lid lowered slightly, almost amused. “LIE.” My skin prickled. The ash around my ankles stirred, not rising, but curling as if it wanted to hide.

Alex groaned one last time, pumping Amanda full of his cum in her ass, cum leaking out around his shaft. We collapsed tangled, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I looked out the window admiring the hill view which twinkled with distant party lights, but here, it was spent with perfect bliss.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

- I protest with a whisper in her mouth when I see the girl enter the leisure area holding a tray in her hands. "What's the problem? You're my wife." He scolds, pressing my body even closer, teasing me under the water. I hold back a moan as his hand invades my bikini panties and as he takes my mouth, I watch Lupe leave the area, and like a good professional she doesn't even look back. It's like we're not really here. "You're to die for, D'Angelo!" I grumble and laugh at her abusive behavior. "I'm more of a killer, Mrs. D'Angelo!" he fights back, ripping off my panties and the next second he's inside me.

' I wondered but moved to the next collection anyways The girl is now in her teens about 18 years I stood in shock and almost knock the computer out of the desk 'That me' I thought and pointed to myself The lil girl from 6 to 18 were all me The pics looked like they were taken secretly I looked genuinely happy in those pics I check the next collection It was still me but in wedding dress It must be on my wedding day I looked sad and gloomy I frowned and looked at the pics again I really looked sad,I felt my heart drop And I held my chest What type of feeling is this It like there's something I was supposed to remember I click on the next pics and saw it still of me and Leon on our wedding da

I beg voice full of need a need to feel his hands, lips and cock. "What do you want muñeca" Ares huskily asks as he comes over to stand behind me on the desk. "You to touch me" I moan as Alex bottoms out deep inside me in one hard thrust. Alex start his stocks long and hard making me moan loader as I feel Ares pinch my nipples before taking them into his mouth and starts to suck on them. The door opens again and in walk and half naked Asher with his hair sticking out all over the place "Having fun with out me Angel" his voice is thick with lust and sleep as he walks over to us and clames my mouth with his in a heated kiss.

Unfortunately for me, she finds out, and that’s where the big fight ensues. Azazel invited us to his loft to hang out when the shit hit the fan. We were both sitting in front of his television playing Call of Duty-─Hey, I may be supernatural, but I’m still a guy. Nevaeh was sitting in a window seat playing with her phone and Azazel, and I are arguing over the remote. I can’t help but look over every few minutes to look at her. She looks stunning in her white lace dress with its delicate spaghetti strings, open back, and a short billowy skirt that makes me think bad thoughts.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

- Agnes asks, amused. - Love, I had to make several plans with you. Ulric Chuckles. - Do it. I don't know what Klaus will become like if Angel leaves. The couple get up and leave. They go to the room that had been assigned to them. - I'm going to hunt. I need fresh blood to think. - Dark says, kissing Agnes on the lips, and in seconds, he is in the forest, looking for something big to drink. Agnes opens a small suitcase and takes out a vial of white powder. She pours some on a small table and puts away the rest. Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant.