Barbarian's Seduction Novels & Stories

Baron watched her with so much focus that you'd think he was looking at some very important document. His breath hitched when she unclasped her bra letting her two mounds jiggle free. It took all of his willpower not to press her against the cold wall and take her from behind. He wanted to fuck her senseless but he didn't want to rush things today. He wanted to enjoy every bit of her body. Baron eyes followed her as she bent to take off her panties. His eyes went from her hanging breasts which jiggled with each movement she made to her hands as she slid off her panties slowly, sensually. Almost seductively.

Llod for all his cowardice shared lithe grace and beauty. They shivered even though the air was anything but cold. “I see,” the king said with a leer in his tone. “We have not just overlooked the insolence of Baryns, we may have also overlooked their beauty.” Turning to the noble families seated there he said. “Take concubines for yourselves, please your body with the beauty of the Baryns. But,” he pointed at Mare and she cringed inwardly again. “This one is mine.” In the commotion that resulted as nobles began to rise from their seats reaching for terrified Baryns, some of whom hid their toddlers behind them, Vallezarii raised his hands to calm the discordance.

I whispered back, my voice barely audible, even to my ears. He laughed, the sound cruel, echoing off the empty bathroom. "Sure, Elara. You keep telling yourself that," he said, his voice oozing condescension. "But you and I both know that's a lie. You'll always come crawling back, begging for me to take your hand and lead you around again, because you can't live without me. That's so pathetic." He crowded me against the sink, his hand reaching out to push me away. I tried to move away, but he was already so close.

"Under duress. I have documentation of the coercion and I'll provide it to you today. I also have correspondence from the period in question that shows the pressure being applied. None of it was my mother's doing or my wife's. It was mine to carry and I carried it wrong." Sarah made a note. "And the subsidiary. Who created it." "Gerald Fenn," Cross said. "Your attorney." "My attorney until this morning." She reached into the folder in front of her and pushed two pages across to Sarah. "His disbarment filing. I prepared it yesterday. I was going to submit it regardless of how today went." The room went quiet. Not the quiet of something ending, but the quiet of something having been said that

The sheets were silk, cool against my bare skin as I sat down, my legs spread slightly, my pussy still throbbing from his touch. Baron stood before me, his eyes smoldering with desire, and gestured to the space beside him. "Sit down and watch," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. Confusion flickered through me, but before I could question him, Baron reached out and grabbed Leon's cock. My eyes widened as the realization dawned on me. They were bisexual. And not just bisexual—they were hot, confident, and completely unapologetic about it. A thrill shot through me at the thought of what was to come. Baron dropped to his knees in front of Leon, his hands gripping Leon's hips as he pulle

“They’ve been watching us…” Liam’s jaw tightened. He said nothing, but his fists curled at his sides. The projector shifted again. Marites appeared on-screen, carrying trays, tying aprons, teaching the baristas how to perfect their pours. Normal, ordinary—but the footage lingered. Too long. Too deliberate. The air grew colder. A crackle burst overhead, sharp enough to make Celine flinch. Speakers hidden in the walls hissed before a distorted voice cut through, warped and genderless.

He was thick, heavy, flushed with heat, the moonlight catching on the veins that ran along his length. He grabbed her waist and turned her around, pressing her front against the rough bark. She gasped at the scrape against her skin. His hand slid up to the back of her neck, holding her steady. “You walked into a bear’s den,” he whispered. “Now you’ll be claimed like one.” He pushed inside her in one hard thrust. The stretch burned and filled her all at once. She cried out, the sound swallowed by the forest. His hand on her neck tightened just enough to keep her still as he began to move.

Wanni stopped at a cluster of men in impeccable tailored tuxedos, who had their backs turned to us, and were discussing something in low, serious tones. “Darling?” Wanni said, and tapped the shoulder of the man in the center. “There is someone very special I would like you to meet.” The man finished his sentence, then turned with a polite, practiced smile on his face. I froze. It was Baron. His smile froze for a second, then widened, but it did not reach his eyes, which was cold and calculating. “Lillian,” he said smoothly. Then he took my outstretched hand, not for a handshake, but to bring it to his lips, with his eyes pinned on mine. “What a delightful surprise. We meet again.”

He was a pickpocket. “Your payment, please.” My knees gave out. I slid to the floor, defeated. This day couldn’t possibly get worse. The bartender crouched in front of me, his voice dripping with malice. “If you can’t pay the bill, I can think of another way.” He began unbuckling his belt. My heart stopped. I screamed, pleading for help, but the bar was empty. He pulled his dick out, a disgusting grin spreading across his face. “Suck my dick.”

Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams. Here, seduction is an art form, a game played with skillful precision and dangerous intent. It’s a world where whispered promises can lead to a lifetime of ecstasy or an eternity of torment. Each story within these pages is a journey, an invitation to step into the unknown and embrace the shadows that lurk within us all. But be warned, dear reader, this path is not for the faint of heart.