Bon Bon X Lyra Novels & Stories

“NOOOOOO!!! SSSIIIIRRR!!! I CAN’T DO THIS! I CAAAAN’T!!! Keep still, Lyra! You are now MINE! Do you hear me? ALL MINE!

They would often watch the younger pups at play, their hearts filled with the joy and wonder that filled the now-peaceful lands. One evening, as the stars began to pepper the darkening sky, Ronan surprised Lyra with a gift—a handcrafted necklace made from polished moonstone, its surface reflecting the moonlight with a soft, ethereal glow. The pendant, a miniature wolf’s head carved with exquisite detail, symbolized their shared journey, the challenges they had faced together, and the unwavering loyalty they had developed for one another. He fastened it around her neck, his touch lingering on her skin, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored the love that resonated between them.

"So, what's your plan for that little trinket you stole?" Lyra’s voice was crystal clear in the silence of the subterranean base. She leaned against a stone pillar, arms crossed, her sharp eyes fixed on the Spiritual Seal lying on the table. The object pulsed with a blood-red light, as if it were still pumping life from the clan it had betrayed.

"That... is some kind of distilled lava you people enjoy around here." Lilly's tinkling laughter joined the hypnotic symphony of sound swallowing the surrounding environs. "Please, you act like I'd let you near anything uncouth or déclassé during your debutante seance." She placed a steadying hand on my shoulder, the gesture suffused with a tactile substance that should've felt impossibly lurid... yet somehow didn't. "That little devil is Lyra's proprietary signature - a potent ambrosia synthesizing a bounty of rare herbal elixirs and forbidden floral nectars into a spiritually expansive, mind-unlocking tincture."

“Please… I know I hurt him. I wasted so much time denying our bond. This is the only way I can make it right.” Lyra’s laughter was sharp and mocking. “Begging? How undignified for Luna. You must love him.” I didn’t hesitate before responding. “I do.” She stepped closer, smirking. “The Moon Goddess did make a tragic little pair, didn’t she?” “Will you help us?” My voice cracked. Lyra smiled like a cat playing with her prey. “I still don’t want to. But…” Her gaze dropped to the medallion around my neck.

Before I could indeed try to, Kenny used his free hand to move the hair out of her face, causing her to give him a inelegant grin. My heart melted at that. " Lilly, can we've that back please?" Her eyes fell on me before she looked at Justin who was now just gaping at her with an impassive expression. Eventually, she held her hand out to him, giving him the device back. " Say thank you." I nudged him, causing him to light at me before he turned back to Lilly.

She accepted him with a moan. “More. I want all of you. Please.” Lyra begged as she bit her lower lip. Ronan groaned and carefully thrusted. Filling her completely with his cock. Lyra moan. The Ronan started with slow thrusts, allowing her to adjust to his size. Then his whole restraint finally cracked. Both his hands grabbed her hips guiding Lyra into a steady rhythm. His ragged breathing filled the office, mingling with the wet, obscene sound of her cunt.

Lyra suddenly frowned, covered her mouth, and dry heaved a few times. Ronan immediately asked with concern, "Are you okay now?" Lyra closed her eyes, took a few breaths, and said, "It's fine." Ronan turned to the servant and said, "Bring Mrs. Ronan's folic acid and calcium pills." He handed over a cup of water, taking care of Lyra as she took the pills and wiped her mouth with a tissue. Folic acid and calcium pills? Aren't those for pregnant women? Lyra was indeed pregnant.

Another slap followed and this time, Lyra let the tears flow. She couldn't stop it even if she wanted to. “Bring the bane boys!” Lyra's eyes widened. The bane? What does she mean by bane? Why? What for? Aiden handed her a small bottle containing a yellow substance in it and Lyra's heart dropped to her stomach. No no no. She tried to scream for pain, but another slap across her other cheek shut her up. “Make a single sound and it will be a knife driving through your heart, Lyra.” Maria hissed, opening the bottle.

I could hear her clinking glass bottles and swearing under her breath. An eternity later, Lyra came out holding a small vial of thick, liquid. She had a strange look on her face—half-proud, half-worried. "Good news and bad news.” She murmured. Urging me to pick one first. “Goodnews” I responded. "I’ve got this," she said, holding the vial up to the light. "It’s a base of ginger and a rare root from the southern packs. She announced.. “This… “ she said looking at the vial briefly and back at me. “It’s going to give us the bleaching effect. and if it's mixed With…” she dug her hand into her pocket, bringing out another golden bottled thing.”