Dark Temptations Novels & Stories

“Cum on my cock then you slut. Soak it.” My orgasm crashed through me hard. My pussy clamped down around him pulsing violently. I squirted all over him, my clear juices spraying down my thighs and onto the floor. I moaned so fucking loud that even the demons from the very out of hell could hear me now, my whole body jerking as he kept fucking me through it. He didn’t stop. He kept those hard backshots going, using my spasming pussy, growling behind me. The overstimulation made me shake even more.

' I wailed, the prayer twisting into ecstasy. He followed with a roar, burying deep, cock pulsing as he flooded me with hot spurts of cum, filling me until it leaked down my thighs. 'And forgive us our trespasses,' he mocked between grunts, collapsing over me, still twitching inside. But he wasn't done. Not even close. His cock softened just enough to slip out with a wet pop, cum dribbling from my stretched pussy onto the sheets. I panted, body limp, but he grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. 'Lead us not into temptation,' he snarled, eyes dark with hunger, 'but deliver us from evil—nah, fuck that. I want you riding me, you cock-hungry nun.'

before he left. He is a walking temptation. He either lures people to sin, unleashing the demon within themselves or make them see what awaits in their future as sinners, to be haunted by their own dirty secrets wishing they could die already.He wanted to see for himself why people descend to hell, to understand why these people deserve a ticket to the infinite torture and in just a few months in this world, he knows damn well enough. “That’s not a nice way to treat ladies, you know,” a random man spoke and when Lucas turned his head, this man has a mic on his right hand and a placard hanging by his neck that says “THE END IS NEAR, EMBRACE GOD NOW.”

One rough sex could kill that one and yet he was telling me to call any amount and he would pay. At her comment, I gasped, “Guilty? Of what offense?” I asked “You know what! You know what happened last night!” As much as possible, I tried not to act nervous in front of her. Did she know that I am Red Temptress? “Shut up, I know you know everything that happened last night. You think I won't notice that you are the Red Temptress?” Letting out a scoff, I asked with folded hands, “What is Red temptress?”

she cooed, as he grew weaker and powerless, but also more aware of the true nature of the creature before him. The description of Angel of Temptation the club proprietor had used to announce her stage entrance was truly befitting, for she combined the celestial beauty of what's usually deemed as a vision of Heaven with the majestic and overflowing power of sin and Hell. For a brief fraction of a second, no more, no less, he saw the small pointy horns underneath her hair, the shadowed wings wide open in front of him and knew that the third hand was, in fact, a tail. Immediately, he knew what she was, though he couldn't remember the canonical designation of those of her kind. It started with a

I’m the fucking devil. I squat in front of the man chained to the roof of the basement in the Gambino mansion. His trembling arms are attached to the hook on the low ceiling by a thick metal clasp. He hangs there helplessly, leaving the rest of his body exposed to me to do with as I please. My gaze rakes over the sweat and blood clinging to his pale skin. Bruises and gashes paint his body like the finest piece of artwork, thanks to my fists.

Wet hair framed his allure, awakening a stirring feeling within her. In that captivating moment, Cassie felt a mix of emotions. How could a regular guy look so stunning? But his icy eyes had a mysterious depth that fascinated and unsettled her. The temptation was real, challenging her determination. Almost succumbing to the allure, Cassie found solace in a whispered prayer—' Holy Ghost fire' repeated three times, a plea to restore composure. Frustration colored her thoughts; this man, an irresistible temptation, seemed to defy restraint. The realization lingered—She wouldn't face judgment if she gave in to the temptation and let herself be wrapped in his hug.

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Noah questioned. "It's a private ceremony within two families... I'll be back on time." I got ready for the night. Used thick beard and wig to hide the face. Other members were also in disguise. We went to the club and as planned Spider was enjoying his lavish lifestyle with beautiful girls around him. Julie, Noah and I took seats. Arabella was going to make her entry in a different way but she is still missing. Looks like Spider has arranged the night for himself, all dancers and girls are entertaining him. He was done eye raping pole dancers by the end of her dance and something churned in my stomach.

I remind her, digging my hands into my hair. Her expression breaks, as she takes my hands into her freezing ones. "I won't let you." I shake my head, knowing what I have to do. "Then I won't stay here." "I'm afraid you don't have any other choice,” Dax mutters from the doorway. I look back at Mary. I’m selling my soul to a Demon. I’m giving my life over to him, to let him use me as he pleases. He’s going to come for me…he’s going to get what he wants.