Annabeth Chase Smut Novels & Stories

Chapter One Hundred And Six Annabelle’s POV As I stood there on the edge of the grassy hill, overlooking the picturesque countryside, my heart swelled with joy. The warm breeze tousled my hair, and a smile spread across my face, as if it was painted there by the brush of pure happiness. Today was the day that my twin brother, Alexander , had been waiting for ages. It was the day that would lift the curse that had haunted him for so long, and I couldn't contain my excitement.

He asked, looking between the two of us before leaning closer to me, "Do you wanna know what she did to this wolf called Sarah for just looking at me? Let's just say it took months for her eyebrows to grow ba-" "Shhhhh," Annabelle leaned forward, placing a hand over his mouth so the rest of his words were muffled, "we’re not talking about me now are we-’" Quickly she withdrew her hand with a shriek, looking at it in disgust, "did you just lick me?" She began wiping the saliva off her hand with a grimace mumbling words like "beast" and "childish" as she did so. Christian was chuckling, "That's what you get for being rude, babe."

I lie. But Chloe knows better. She smirks at me from behind her cup of coffee, her mischievous eyes flashing dangerously. “You found it?” she asks. “Or maybe it was given to you?” “Ooh,” John chimes in. “I thought I noticed that Abby and this Prince Damon were hanging around each other a lot…” My blush deepens at their teasing. “No, guys, it’s nothing like that—” “You know, Abby, you never told us what your dinner with the prince was like that first night,” Anton teases before I can finish. “Were there candles? Roses, perhaps?”

“Let your fans see who your real CP is.” Wait—he actually read the fan comments on her account? Was this man seriously this idle lately? But Annabelle didn’t like her private life being in the spotlight. She pursed her lips and leaned in to whisper into his ear, “I love you.” Kendrick smiled. “Who do you love?” “You.” He clicked his tongue. “Stingy with words? Say the whole sentence.” Her face flushed. This man was getting more and more shameless. But to get it over with, she leaned in again and whispered, “I love you, old fox. Now put me down. Otherwise, you’re sleeping in your own suite tonight.”

she chokes out an answer and turns to the man, "Everything's fine." The man nods and turns to face forward, minding his own business. Thank God. He closes his eyes. Good, keep them closed, please. Annabel's attention shifts back to her task at hand: reading her book and appreciating my fingers teasing her sex organ. In order to gain entry into her sacred palace, I push the fabric hiding her entrance to the side. I shove two fingers inside. She's warm. She's wet. She feels so good. I draw my fingers in and out, and my cock strains against my jeans as her juices coat my

She fans herself dramatically and I give her a half-smile. Annabelle will be my Beta, assuming that her mate isn’t higher ranked where she’d have to move off with him. She has always been a bit boy obsessed, driven by the idea of that perfect mate and having a happily ever after. It doesn’t help that Franklin indulges her by rushing over to the window and exclaiming, “She’s right, Q! You have the perfect view, and because of the tint on your windows no one can watch us as we ogle. Man, the men and women are gorgeous.””

I opened the message. Annabel: You shouldn’t be texting me from your mistress’s arms. What? Mistress? She was pushing me to the edge. My fingers flew over the keys Daniel: You love pushing me, huh? I had barely sent the message when hers came in, a series of two photos. Without delay, I opened them. And I lost my mind. The images were sinful. Her outfit left little to the imagination. The color. The cut. My pulse spiked violently. She wore red panties with the words fuck me written across the back. The second picture was worse. Or better. It ignited my entire being. Her fingers were pressed to her clit like she had been touching herself.

“So tell me—what exactly did Richard do to your precious princess?” Her question cut the air like glass, but neither Samuel nor Sophia answered. They both looked away, their eyes darting, shame weighing down their shoulders. Annabelle’s gaze hardened. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongues?” She leaned forward, voice slicing through the silence. “Oh… don’t tell me you’re too embarrassed to admit that your darling Abigail wasn’t some innocent flower, but a reckless fool who ended up gang-raped.” Her words slammed into the room like a grenade.

CUM MOP Imani had dubbed Annabelle's right hand and arm a mop for cum. Imani wrote on the insides of Annabelle's thighs as the men changed places, but Annabelle couldn't see what Imani was writing. She whispered in Annabelle's ear that her pussy needed lubricant, black man lube. One of the black guys fucking her came inside her pussy. Annabelle laughed, a little relieved that she didn't have to swallow another load of cum. Imani fingered Annabelle, rubbing her clitoris in exactly the way she needed. Sitting up on the table, Annabelle saw her belly had the words PUMP AND DUMP written on it. The word 'pump' had an arrow that pointed to her pussy, and 'dump' had an arrow pointed toward her mout

I roll myself once again into the living room where father is seated doing his daily reading, “I have good news, son, I've found you a mate.” He dropped the newspapers on his lap and look up at me. “You've found me a mate, how, by going out into the wilderness and asking a beast to please come and love my cripple son?” I asked, “You're not a cripple and Anabella isn't a beast.” “Anabella the omega girl who looks like she hasn't been eating since birth and that bird's nest of hair on top of her head, and don't let me get started on the way she dresses.”