Creepypasta Lemon X Reader Novels & Stories

She decided to let it play out and see what happened, but if Damon got too rough, she would speak up. Julia held out for as long as she could hold her breath, which was only about twenty seconds, then she stuck out her tongue and began licking the syrupy mess. Once again her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of semen. Damon couldn’t see Julia’s tongue worming out of her mouth to lick up his sperm because Bree’s plump ass cheeks had seemingly swallowed Julia’s whole face, but after a few seconds of licking, Bree said, “I can feel it, she’s licking me.”

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through our link. After what feels like twenty minutes I’m not sure of the actual time Luther shouts “ I’m going to cum baby.” He is giving Lexi plenty of warning in case she doesn’t want to swallow. I watch her push her head all the way down on him. I feel her walls pulse just as Luther shouts. Her walls close around me and vibrate. She is fixing to cum and so am I. Lexi lifts off Luther and screams at the top of her lungs as she floods my dick setting me off. Thank Goddess for soundproofing or the entire packhouse would hear her. Not that I would give a shit. Let them hear how we please our girl.

Since the window is locked, the little bat just pulls back its wings and holds up the piece of old paper, pressing it flat against the glass so the Angel can read it. The handwriting is very fancy: [Raphael. The runaway werewolf has been caught. She demands school credits before she will give him back. Sorry to wake you, but please send her the money. — Ilius.] The Angel reads the note. A moment later, back in my dorm room, my phone suddenly buzzes. [System: You have a new friend request from Level 6 Student — Raphael.] Two seconds later...Ding! I laugh out loud, totally thrilled. "Money received! Come here, boy. Put this on."

Chapter 156 Lila’s POV My body would not stop shaking. I lay sprawled on the floor in a puddle of glowing demonic cum, belly slightly rounded, thighs slick and trembling. Every breath I took tasted like smoke and sex. My pussy throbbed painfully, still leaking thick rivers of Azrael’s seed that refused to stay inside me. The corruption had sunk deeper now. I could feel it pulsing in my veins, making my skin hypersensitive, turning every drop of his cum into liquid fire that made me crave more.

Liam whispered back, green eyes dark with lust. Adrian didn’t waste time. He turned Liam around, pressing his chest against the dusty bookshelves. He yanked Liam’s jeans and boxers down just enough, then dropped to his knees right there in the quiet library. His tongue found Liam’s hole, licking broad and wet before pushing inside with hungry strokes. The risk of someone walking by made everything sharper, more intense. Liam bit his arm to stay quiet, legs shaking as Adrian’s tongue worked him open, hot and slippery.

My phone buzzes on the table, a new email notification flashing, and I click it, curiosity piqued. The sender’s name stops me cold—Victor Graham. My breath catches, the coffee forgotten as I read his words. "Lily, I’ve launched Aurora Press—a new venture for erotica and literary fiction. Your blog inspired me. Join us for a reading next Friday at 7 PM, 45 Elm Street. I’d love to see you there.” My heart pounds, memories came flooding back, everything—his lectures, that intense gaze across the seminar room, the way his voice lingered on certain words.

I settled with just sitting there and enjoying my time! Sitting under the cool shade of a big tree, I opened my e-reader and opened the previous chapter of the novel I was currently reading. The book was entitled Hybrid Zeus and His Mate and I loved it dearly. It was about this old sexy werewolf-vampire hybrid Alpha and his badass goddess Luna. It was really a lovely book and I loved how detailed it was. And the sex scenes, Gosh the dang scenes. They made me want to be there, to witness the sensation myself and that made me know that the author has done her job well.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.