Black Clover Nsfw Novels & Stories

“And I missed seeing what my daughter looks like when she’s being properly fucked.” Emily’s walls clenched hard—another trickle of Mark’s cum leaking out. Claire hooked the lace aside with one finger—exposed her completely—then leaned in again. This time her tongue went straight to Emily’s clit—slow circles, then firm flicks—while two fingers slid inside, curling, scooping out more of Mark’s release and pushing it back in. Emily cried out—hands flying to Claire’s hair. Mark reached around Claire—unbuttoned her blouse with quick, practiced movements—pushed it off her shoulders. Bra next—black, simple—then her breasts spilled free. He palmed them roughly, pinching her nipples until she moaned

" I can't find my overalls. Help me here, Clara, and shut your mouth. Clara then came out of her trance and walked to her friend. But her eyes wouldn't let go of the scene in front of her, like an insect going into the light, she stared at the couple without blinking. The girl's moans joined the boy's, who at no time stopped or slowed his thrusts. From her position now, Clara could see the act more clearly. The girl was black, her skin stood out from the boy's, her legs were encircling his waist, and with each back and forth, she lifted her hips off the bed against him. Clara thought that maybe she would never go back to her natural color, she felt her blood warming her face that must have b

Third Person POV As the week begins, Clover settles back into a rhythm that, on the surface, looks routine, almost boring. Three days a week at the company. Goes to meetings, works on paperwork. She exercises her managerial experience with quiet authority, but beneath that structure, something has shifted. She’s been getting closer to the Blackwoods. Lately, instead of heading home after work, Clover finds herself Ubering straight to the Blackwood estate. She was not invited in any formal way, and it was not announced. Just… welcomed. As if she has always belonged there.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT Camden groaned, her forehead resting on Clayton's chest as she took a deep breath. She trailed her hands down his arms, their fingers intertwining. "Just to make it clear, I'm suffering just as much as you are here. It's a real struggle not to rip those boxers off of you," she said playfully, her teeth nipping at one of his nipples. "Arg... Cam, you're such a tease!" he moaned, his desire evident in his voice. "You're killing me over here!"

Clover stared down at the dark substance in wonder, 'how can something look so disgusting yet so clear and beautiful' she thought and shook the bowl so the liquid swirled. Phoenix handed Clover a tiny brush- like thing. She looked at him, " What am I supposed to draw?" she asked. He opened the piece of white cloth in his hand, showing her the strange symbols. She nodded and turned to him. Phoenix pulled his shirt over his head, likewise the other males in the pack. Clover smirked, "Ooh what a nice chest you have" she said. Her mate rolled his eyes and flicked her forehead, "Get to work" he said.

Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me better. After which, he will tell me which shade of each color. My clit has the darkest black piercing, the kind that shimmers yet soaks into the pit of my leaking precum. Maybe compliments it. My pierced clit is an appetizer, something that when you spank your cock on it, it spreads a dose of chilly wetness all over your bad cock. It's the same reason I don't have a bestie.

A/n: Jesus Christ. My head is so dirty but I can’t help it. Clarke is oozing with so much sensuality, warmth and slowly pulling me closer to a world of ..... Fudge it! Below are 18+ scene like really steamy so you have been warned. Enjoy the chapter. 🌚 Love, Diana ....

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡