Barbarian's Seduction Novels & Stories

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

It was clear from the atmosphere that no one liked where this was going. "You're not going to sell me, are you?" Arya asked, shrinking into her chair. "Oh my! How can I do that? Sadly, that's illegal." Lillian let out a small chuckle at Arya's outburst. She was certainly in a good mood. "I'm simply offering a marriage contract to your daughter, Arya Pierce ."

He smiled coldly, then stood at the middle of the stage with some documents in his hands. I couldn’t explain it, but something sinister filled the air. My heart started to pound for unknown reason as Mr. Baro cleared his throat right before starting his speech. "I wish to present you with evidence that each female sold at our auctions agreed to participate willingly!" he called out loud, raising the pile of documents in his hand. "This is absurd," I muttered under my breath, my eyes widening in shock. I gazed at Sariel. He sat calmly, presenting his emotionless expression. Unlike him, I was about to explode.

"My first guess was that you were growing feelings for her. So I thought, what better way to open your eyes that Maria isn't for you than sending your long time mistress to you?" Bran's breath caught. No. No. Fuck, this couldn't be heading where Bran thought it was. "I told her to seduce you," Ariti announced, confirming Bran's suspicions, and Bran could barely breathe under the weight of the betrayal he felt. "The demoness is one of the most beautiful females I have ever seen. I thought seducing you wouldn't be an issue. So imagine my surprise when she tells me that she failed." He paused dramatically. "I almost admitted defeat. Almost. But thankfully, I had a back-up plan, and this is wher

Not losing a drop. Barima's cries fade as her body convulses violently, color draining from her golden skin. She tries so hard to free herself, but Sera holds her with slightest of ease. Almost a mockery of Barima's strength and desperation. Long oxblood nails scratch and dig into the carpet leaving little paths where her fingers receded. Sera has drained her completely now. No vital signs are present and Barima is grey and dull, withered beneath a very vibrant Seraphine.

Satan sucked her perfect, taking every last trace of her into his mouth. "The best wine on Earth," Satan said with a sneer. Brianna was all the while breathing hard from arriving at the climax. She hadn't recuperated from the awe-inspiring inclination yet. Satan got up and started to eliminate his belt. He eliminated his pants and shorts. His erection sprang free, standing all pleased and tall. Brianna took a gander at his masculinity and swallowed, she hadn't seen his body regardless of whether it had been days since their marriage. She felt bashful seeing Satan's conflict weapon. He was tremendous and Brianna wanted to gaze at it. Satan observed her appearance as entertaining.

He seemed out of place among Samuel's friends due to how cold he was. Samuel had played this game of seduction before. He would pay others to seduce me. I found out the first time, naturally. I kept making scenes, and Samuel simply told me to stop with the drama. "I was only testing you. Did you have to react like that? If you have nothing to hide, why are you so angry?" In the end, Samuel threw an even bigger tantrum than I did. I had no choice but to stop and calm him down instead until his anger passed.

Dominic’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move. Barren tilted his head. “He followed me. Aggressively. Now he gets to watch.” Dominic’s voice was steel. “Release him.” “No,” Barren said casually. “But I will give him back if you do one thing.” Dominic waited. “Walk away,” Barren said simply. “From the girl. From the woman. From their life. Walk away, keep your empire, and I disappear.” Dominic stared at him. Barren continued, voice deceptively soft.

The light here was deeper red, the air thick with sound — soft moans, the creak of leather, the low hum of voices. Heads turned when they entered. She felt the weight of masked eyes, the curiosity, the judgement. Dorian’s pace was slow but unyielding, forcing her to match him. He stopped near a low platform where three figures knelt before their handlers. “Watch,” he said. She watched as one was told to hold still while a feather traced their spine. Another was blindfolded, their breathing shallow. The third was given commands in a language Aria didn’t know, their obedience flawless.

Over and over. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each hit seemed to echo through the mansion, through me. “Yes! God, yes! Don’t stop!” Her voice rose higher, desperate now. And I could see it in my head without even trying, her on her back, bent over, riding him, him over her, taking whatever he wanted. And my body… betrayed me. Heat built between my thighs, shameful and unstoppable. My nipples ached under my thin sleep shirt. My breathing picked up.