Carmilla Carmine Sex Novels & Stories

The sweat drips from my face and the little clothes I am wearing cling to my body and I feel gross, but so good at the same time. I stop walking, seeing the woman from the other day walking towards me. I roll my eyes and turn to walk away. “You? Who are you? Why are you here?” I groan and Lucifer growls I smirk. “Carmella right?” I ask her as I watch this harlot standing a few feet away with her hands on her narrow waist. Her blonde hair is perfect, her body is tiny, with long legs. She reminds me of barbie, plastic, and fake. Wow, so this is what Antonio is into?

“Shit! I’m sure it dropped. Karla would be with it now.” “Karla?” Calisté stared at him. “You gave my map to your werewolf girlfriend?” “Yes he did,” Karla replied, appearing out of the bushes. “You have a problem with that?” Calisté turned in shock and she stared at the figure standing before her for a while. She was tall and beautiful and her rich black hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her slight bodily curves. Calisté turned to face Jimin in anger. Her face was bright red.

Carl asked with a hooded gaze full of lust. Yes, I thought. But my head shook and gave him the wrong answers. Carl removed his shirt, carried me from the bed onto his lap, and roughly kissed me like a starving beast, using his tongue to explore my mouth. I involuntarily moan as he brought his hand to my butt and made me grind against him. “Carl_” Luna Camilla barged into the room; a mixture of shock and disappointment appeared on her face as she caught her son having sex with me.

Then, Carmilla arrived. Carmilla stepped out of the elevator and onto the red-carpeted stairs. She wore a midnight-blue gown that sparkled like stars, its fabric hugging her frame gracefully, with a daring open back and a high slit that revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, allowing her diamond-drop earrings to catch the light with every step. Her makeup was delicate yet defining, eyes rimmed with soft gold, lips a warm nude blush. Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward, offering his arm with quiet dignity. Carmilla met him halfway and gently slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

Makes Emma even sexier in Callum's eyes, and Callum swears that his manhood screams to be satisfied by entering Emma's womanhood; Callum wants to make Emma orgasm so that Emma's feminine wall can clamp his manhood tightly. "Cal, I-I want..." Emma's body stiffened with a moan. Calum's finger seemed to be sucked in then a liquid wet Callum's finger. Emma's femininity then twitched; after that, Emma gasped for breath and had an orgàm for the second time. Her head was raised with her mouth open. Her eyes closed, and her body fell backwards. "Damn, you're so hot, Emma." Callum hissed, pulled Emma's body, hugged her, and kissed Emma's neck. Calum then bit Emma's neck so that the smooth neck was re

“It’s rare.” “How rare?” Aldric asked. Marcus’s expression was serious. “In the last five hundred years… only four have been recorded.” Regina’s pulse quickened. “And I’m one of them?” “Yes.” Her mind struggled to process the information. “What does it mean?” Marcus stood slowly, walking toward the large window behind his desk. “Blood Moon wolves are… catalysts.” “Catalysts for what?” Aldric asked. Marcus turned back toward them. “Power.” Regina’s stomach dropped.

And then… “I know you can hear me, Damon. Come on, I’m not scared of you. Let’s do it. Let’s have sex. Maybe it’ll help.” I stopped breathing. What? She was… calling me? This had to be a trap. A game. But her voice in my head was steady. Confident. Unafraid. I glanced at my arm, at the rot creeping up my veins. The decay. The curse. It was getting worse. If this was what she wanted… maybe I’d give it to her. I didn’t hesitate. In a blink, I teleported straight into her room. And there she was.

Kevin grabbed Crimson and pinned her againts the wall as soon as they entered their bedroom, he began kissing her neck and face, Crimson was able to complete her work and remove his belt drawing his trousers down and leaving him only in his briefs, Crimson new how hard and turn on he was because his manhood has been pinned to her belly bottun for long, begging to be let out, she chuckled as she removed her sweatpants in one go, she had to break the kiss and let Kevin help her with her sweatshirt, she wasn't wearing anything beneath it and the next thing Kevin did as soon as her clothing was off was pinch her left b**bs before bringing his lips down and kissing her right b**b gently, he then

All I see is their hands, moving against their bodies in a hunger I have never felt. It feels like forever I watch them and I feel disgusted with myself for not tearing my eyes away. But I can’t. She is like a charmer controlling a viper. She is not his equal. She is above him. He begs her for release, for touches, for tenderness. She is not embarrassed or ashamed of who she is. She is only seduction in human form, a siren on land. I want her courage. They dance in the way only lovers do, with unbridled passion, until finally he cries out softly into her neck and she tucks her dress down and plants a soft kiss upon his lips. I can smell the scent of passion and it smells like sweat. They do

“I want to see you when you come. I want to see those beautiful eyes getting lost because of me.” His thumb found her clit, stimulating it in slow circles while his fingers continued thrusting inside her. It was too much. The pressure, the rhythm, the intensity of those eyes fixed on hers. “Go on,” he whispered, his voice deep. “Come for me, solnyshko. Soak my hand. Give me what’s mine.” “Come.” The Lycan growled internally, and Carla felt the vibration through the bond. “Come for us. Now.” She exploded.