Annabeth Chase Smut Novels & Stories

He had just wanted her gone and surely that was the easiest way he could think of. Naturally, Vivanna abused the concubines so harshly that they hated her. "My God Vivanna!" I sighed then raked my hair. "It's like you wanted to be hated." I couldn't get over how smooth and silky my hair was. As Annabelle, my hair had always been frizzy and dry on moderate days and on bad days, It was straight up a crime scene. God, I miss Milo. I sighed again. "No!" I shook my head. "Right now I need to focus, I can't die, not until I find a way to get back home!"

I asked her. “Nothing Di, I just thought you may want to see Arnab Da’s gift,” Sristi said to me. “Sristi ….” I screamed at her. “Where is my gift?” I asked them all. “Which gift?” Archana asked me with a fake innocent smile. I knew that they were all together in this. I did not need enemies when I had these types of friends and sisters I thought in my mind. “I am asking for the gift, which Arnab gifted me,” I said to them very clearly.

Lilith knew exactly what he was promising - more pain, more humiliation, more chances to debase herself for his amusement. With a deep breath, she leaned into the microphone, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "Hello... um, hello everyone. This is Lilith, your friendly neighborhood slut. And I have an announcement to make..." She stumbled through the words Roman had fed her earlier, describing in explicit detail all the vile things she would let complete strangers do to her. She would suck any cock they shoved in her face, she would let them pound her pussy and ass until they spilled their loads inside her.

Missy here might think I'm going crazy over her, but the real truth is that in my eyes, I can only see my Anastasia giving me this show. Her sweet voice, her beautiful face and body movement... I placed it all on this slut, fantasizing on Anna fingering her sweet hole and begging me to fuck it without stopping. "I know you want it, Damian. Don't let this opportunity slide," Her voice rang in my head, as I imagined those words coming out from her mouth, replacing whatever this whore was saying to me. This so much better. "You've suffered a lot in Casey's hands. She don't know how to make you feel so good, except me," She chuckled, going downon her knees.

Peace settled over New Age, and everyone lived happily ever after. The End. ———————————————————— Bonus Chapter! Nine months later, the pack house was bustling with joy and chaos. Xavier and Anne giggled as they raced through the hallways, their laughter echoing off the walls. Abigail, heavily pregnant and glowing, stood at the base of the stairs with a hand resting on her large baby bump. “Xavier! Anne! Stop running before one of you falls!” she called out, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and exhaustion. Belle, equally pregnant and radiant, waddled into the living room and plopped down beside Abigail.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

Aaron leaned in, sucking hard on my neck while his hand worked faster. “Does Lucas make you this messy?” He asked, “I bet he doesn’t. I bet he’s never felt this tight cunt flutter and cream the way it does for me.” I shook my head desperately, but my hips were rolling shamelessly, fucking myself on his thick fingers. The pressure built fast and heavy in my core, a deep, throbbing ache that made my walls clench rhythmically.

Annabelle pauses at the ascending stones in front of the seer's cottage. She was here again but for a different cause, in search of a new knowledge one she should have acquired long ago. She climbs the stones approaching the little door to the cottage. The door swings wide open letting out a foul smell. Annabelle smiles, the smell was now a perfume to her, diffusing into her organs to nurture her ugly desires. " Come in" the seer commands. Annabelle bends stepping into the hut. The same green liquid bubbled and smelled, but she cared not.

Much bigger than he'd seemed on the bike , now that those long muscular legs were unfolded. He was gorgeous, Breathing, and drenched. He squelched as he walked toward her. She smelled a sweet smelling fragrance. What is this? She can feel her body burning, the delicious smell wrapped around her body like perfume, making her inside tighten in anticipation. What the hell is this? What's happening to me ?. " Mine" jacob whispered. Her heart skip as she stared at him. My mate! I don't want a mate ! Damn this mate pull, it messing my head. Annie said to herself