Blueberry X Lust Novels & Stories

Show me how desperate you’d get for me. Heat flooded my cheeks—and lower. God, I hated how much his words got to me. I was Riley Bennett, twenty-year-old college junior by day, pretending to be the perfect stepdaughter to my mom’s ridiculously hot tech-mogul husband. But at night? I was “LilaLust,” the cam girl who made bank letting strangers watch me fall apart.

Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked. The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss! I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss. That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder. Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends.

And in that instant, his name was already forming in my mind: Lucian. I didn’t know him. I shouldn’t want him. But my body betrayed me, responding to the pull of danger, to the promise of control and power in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. There was something about him — dominance, authority, and a dark magnetism — that made my pulse quicken and my mind go blank all at once.

he murmured, voice smooth, concealing the fire that had been ignited inside him the moment he saw those damning pages. Trina moved closer, hands brushing the counter, her fingers just barely grazing his. “Strong, just for you,” she whispered, eyes locking onto his. That whisper, that touch, set a slow, deliberate burn through him. Desire and strategy twined together in his mind, each thought sharpening the edge of his plan. He sipped his coffee, trying to savor the warmth while hiding the tension coursing through him.

The tiny needles grazing my skin provoke more moans. The pinwheel is now in play, intensifying my moans, and the whip's sting on my ass elicits screams. As he presses the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip strikes again. "Blue", I utter, my mind overwhelmed. I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word.

“You have to listen to me attentively. Do you understand?” My heart skipped. Was this it? Was she finally going to tell me everything? “Yes, I understand…I am all ears,” I said quickly, sitting up properly. “Lustre comes from a rare species of wolves… the seers and mages,” Amber began slowly. “She has a gift, but Lustre lost that after an incident with Sebastian last season… Did he tell you?” “No… nobody told me,” I said, wiping my face, now fully attentive. Amber sighed.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

Lula spread my cheeks, spat on my asshole. Dax didn’t wait (lined up and slammed into my pussy once, then pulled out and took my ass, no prep, just spit and cum). “Count the money,” he growled. “Every thrust ten grand.” I screamed, clawed paint, took it. “Fifty… sixty… fuck, Dax, harder—” Lula slid under me on the hood, legs open, cunt in my face. I ate her like I was dying while Dax wrecked my ass, hands bruising my hips, cock splitting me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he supported me so we wouldn't fall. His kisses went down to my neck. I look up to catch my breath. He touched his lips to my neck as only moans came out of my mouth. We started because of lust. We all know that I'm not his first love. But I am the present and I intend to be his last. His last love. If I'm going to give a title to our story, I think I know what it is. I'm going to name it The Lust Love.

While I was sucking my wife's fingers, her other hand begins to rub my cock, which stirred me up even more. Jessblue is an addiction you can't get enough of, every Bampire’s fantasy. "She tastes magnificent, my love. Now, kiss me.” And she does. The mixture of her orgasm and her blood brings adrenaline to my body. "Thank you for this treat, Candice." "Cameron, the next orgasm she has, you will drink from her neck, and I will allow you to touch her as you feed on her," Candice says before walking back to Jessblue. JessBlue