Big Booty Puerto Rican Goddess Novels & Stories

His manly statue and his scent of vertiver, It made him alluring to Atarah. She launched herself to him for a deep, passionate kiss, he pulled away from her slowly and she uncontrollably let out a soft moan and he smirked. "So, did you miss me?" He asked and Atarah palpably lied. "Hardly." "My Ari is now a liar, maybe you need a spanking." He said with a gentle whisper and Atarah giggled. "Maybe, I have been a........ bad girl." Her whisper made him aroused and he lifted her right leg towards his hip, she could feel his erection as it poke her pleasure spot.

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

She revealed, taking my hands in hers. “How?” I wondered, completely enamoured by her experience. How I wish I could meet the Goddess only once. “Because you are a spitting image of Mother Selene herself.” Alpha Allison smiled softly and my body froze. “W-what?” I stuttered, my eyes were probably popping out of their sockets. “It’s true, I too have had the pleasure of meeting the Goddess in my dreams. You’re made in her image, Sophia.” Alpha Devin admitted and my head spun.

"Shut up, Isabella. The walls have ears, I don't want them to find out." Isabella rolls her eyes. She really can't believe that she's doing this. "If this turns out to be a full blown party for me, I'm going to be really mad." "Don't worry, it won't." Her aunt assured her so Isabella decides to take her word for it. Outside of the castle and in the forest, the werewolves gather around tables, mumbling things between themselves or eating and drinking. They recently found out that Princess Isabella is actually mated to a god. Some are envious, mostly the females while some are just happy to have a feast.

I reply, planting a kiss on her temple. She squeals in excitement and throws her arms around me, hugging me close. Her belly is huge now, and her breasts are bigger, and I couldn’t keep my hands on her. She didn’t look like the Warrior Goddess right now, she looked like a Fertility Goddess or the Goddess of Life. When she pulls back from me, I place my hands on her belly feeling our pup kick. “How are you feeling, princess? How is our little prince?” I murmur, before bending down and placing a soft kiss on her belly.

I will do anything for her. “My name is Allorah and I’m a Goddess. I’m not a human, just my body. My soul and mind belong somewhere else,” Allorah said. I looked at her in shock. A goddess? I chuckled like I was crazy. “A goddess?” I repeat as I massage my temple, “This is absurd.” “I know…” Allorah said with pain in her eyes. I averted my gaze from her. Was she being real?

Fuck. Her skin glowed golden in the low light, curves for days, heavy breasts hanging full and natural, dark nipples erect. Her waist dipped in, hips flaring wide, that trimmed patch above her pussy already glistening. Ass round and plush, begging for my hands. She was a goddess, mid-forties or not, every inch more woman than I'd ever handled. I couldn't hold back.

"What are you doing?" I smiled. "What I should've done a long time ago." Turning toward the crowd, I raised my hand for everyone's attention. "Everyone..." "I can't believe I almost forgot the most important thing." I looked lovingly at Erin. "This woman..." "Is my mate." The reaction was immediate. It exploded across the gathering. "What?!" "The Creator of the Goldrens is Alpha Levi's mate?" "The Moon Goddess has truly blessed us!" "A Creator... as our Luna!" "They look perfect together!"

I could see our reflection—his massive body curved over mine, my breasts pressed against the glass, both of us glistening with sweat. Somewhere in the compound, a flashlight beam swept across the grounds. So close. So close to exposing their Queen getting fucked raw against the window. "Can you imagine what they'd think?" I gasped, grinding back against him. "Seeing their ruthless, terrifying Queen bent over and taking cock like a whore? But I'm not a whore, am I, Mateo? I'm a goddess. And you're just the lucky mortal who gets to worship at my altar." "A goddess," he agreed fervently. "My goddess. My Queen. My everything—"

Mateo gapped, his worries of abandonment and lust over a certain saloon girl faded. There the Viper Goddess stood, dressed in red satin and black lace detailing that draped over her, doing little to cover her pushed up breasts, and stopping atop her knees where black lace stockings become a second skin to her porchlen legs, ending only in black lace up heeled boots; her golden strands pulled into a coiled, yet loose bun atop her head with a black headband. Her arms were naked, except for the piece of thin ribbon that acted as a relaxed sleeve and her black lace gloves which reached her elbows. A red was painted onto her lips, black skillfully swiped across her eyelashes and lid line to make