Clit Novels & Stories

She turned back to the castle, looked around the cliff — she had no one to wait for help from. The cliff was skirted by a path washed by waves and led to a stone bowl with a hot spring. The Black Cliff was located next to the underwater volcano, but it was so deep under water that its warmth reached only the bowl, heating water inside it. The sea itself remained cold, resentfully hitting a rocky prominence fencing off the bowl. There was a narrow strip of land stretching along the cliff and leading to the spring. At high tide, the strip was flooded, blocking the way to the hot "bath".

My Luna. But now, standing here, faced with the reality that Claire was not just an ordinary agent but the head of the very agency that had become my second family, a profound sense of duty washed over me. The shock gradually transformed into a fierce determination, a willpower to rescue her from Zack’s clutches, the cunning mastermind who sought to manipulate and control her for his own sinister purposes.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

I moaned a little louder before Bun asked, "What is that noise that I keep hearing?" Bo chuckled and said, "I am taking care of myself! Can you leave please?!" Bo began to hit harder inside me as I heard Bun say, "Eww! Gross bro! I am leaving." Bo grunts before he begins to thrust faster and harder inside me. Bo let go of my penis and grabs my hips with both hands before he climaxes again but this time I climaxed with him. He hugs me from behind to bring my head up to his face before he says softly, "So, are you mine or will I need to continue to claim you?"

I answered Whiz truthfully. “That poses a few different problems for us June bug. The first being I can’t change her identity again without changing her appearance completely. We had Clara cut and style her hair differently but due to the pregnancy we couldn’t dye it and that red hair of hers is hard to hide. Secondly without a new picture to go with her new appearance creating new documentation is completely out of the picture. For now, she is stuck being Ophelia which means we need to find somewhere even more remote than Mentone.” Whiz sighed deeply before continuing on. “I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know t

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The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."

I moan, “Fuck your little slut—” His hand comes to my throat, squeezing lightly while he pounds into me repeatedly, the wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of me filling the room. He pinches my clit between his fingers, the sensation pushing me to the brink of orgasm. I come hard, squirting around him, each gush making me twitch. Uncle Jax pulls out, slapping his cock on my pussy, the weight of it against my clit making me cry.

He reached under me, rubbing my clit with a rough, fast motion that sent me over the edge. I felt it coming, a massive, body-numbing climax. My muscles tensed, my toes curling as I came, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses. Daniel let out a roar, his own release hitting me deep inside, filling me up with his heat. He didn't stop, giving a few more desperate thrusts before collapsing on top of me.

Cole’s forehead creased into a tight knot as he watched me take the stage, his fists clenching at his sides. “Bring two sets of parchment and two iron quills,” Chloe ordered the attendants, a victorious smirk spreading across her face. I looked at the staff and corrected her. “Make them heavy bone quills. Double sets.” Chloe’s brows knitted together. “Are you planning to strike the dual-hand script, Doctor?” “Is that a problem for a Kinton Vice President?” I asked, gripping the first bone quill. “The dual-hand script requires a split consciousness,” Chloe stated, her voice rising so the crowd could hear. “Even Grand Mistress Emily Quinn spent a decade in the high mountains before she dared t