Despicable 1 Novels & Stories

"Nngh~ Nngh... I... I only want you... Mm~ Your dick... ahh~ it's perfect... Nngh~ for my... aah...male pussy. Ngh... Haah~" "But the demon king is way bigger than me, you know. He makes you...moan as if doing so would...save the earth from extinction. And now...here you are, belittling his dick behind his back!? If you're alone with him, are you going to badmouth my dick too, hm?" Lucas had a brow raised in curiosity.

The man smirked "Helena, could you tell this maid of yours to get out of my way, I need to speak with you." Maid?, Did he just call me a maid?. I shook the thought off and brought my hand to hold waist "I'm going to pretend, you weren't referring to me just now." I said while trying to act like I he didn't just call me a maid by plastering a tight smile on my face which I'm sure looks very weird right now by the amount of force I put in it. He scoffed "So you're deaf as well as dumb," how dare him. I glared at him "Dumb?... I'm going to show you just how dumb I can be, I hope you love a whole lot of entertainment." I said with an evil smile on my face.

I was surprised when I saw it because I hadn't noticed the hut behind the largest tree. The oak tree resins were stuck all over his body. He had some on his arms and chest earlier. His clothes were also dirty from the resin. Like his scars, it didn't disgust me, even though he was dirty. He just looked like a handsome beggar, the kind that even in tattered clothes couldn't be outshone by famous and handsome models.

"Everyone, look at this supposedly talented musician, Noah, who's nothing but a despicable pervert!" "You uncivilized woman!" "You pervert!"

Soft moans escaped me as I arched my back for the camera. The door suddenly opened. I froze. Damien stood in the doorway, phone in hand, eyes locked on me mid-motion. For a terrifying second, everything stopped. Then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. “So… this is what my innocent little stepsister does when she thinks no one’s home.” He said. My heart slammed against my ribs. I frantically ended the stream, yanking off the mask and grabbing the blanket to cover myself. “Damien— please— it’s not what it looks like— I can explain—”

His breath brushed against my sensitive skin and sent a shiver through my body. When he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse and stern. "Did you touch yourself today?" I began to panic, wondering if my actions in the morning had made it worse. In that case, what should I do now? Embarrassed, I nodded and said, "I did. Does that mean it's getting worse?" He nodded gravely, then carefully tied a thin hemp cord around my tiny bud. "This is part of the desensitization therapy. You must fully cooperate, regardless of what happens."

My scalp was on fire from his vicious pulling. "I will fuck you so good. You will know what it's like to be with a real man," he licked the shell of my ear. You're pathetic You're worthless You're despicable Their voices rang in my mind, playing with my sanity, as tears of helplessness rained from my body. His fingers were flirting with the straps of my bra. I shook my head violently as he slowly started opening the hooks.

he says mockingly with sad puppy eyes on his face. “Who are you?” “You must have already known that I am a demon and my name is Astaroth!” he divulges to her. “What did you do to Munashe?” He looks down at the body, “Who him? He is alive but I just did something to him to make him a bottomless pit and serve me and my endings without question or failure like he did!” “It always comes down to that when you play with a demon!” Itai interjects murmuring.

It was time for me to go. When the System found me and asked me if I had second thoughts, I immediately said no. Whatever that was never mine in the first place wasn't mine, no matter what had happened. Once again, my door was opened from the other side. Remy looked like a culprit who returned to the scene of the crime to enjoy her handiwork. When she looked at the cream on me, she waved in disdain. "Why haven't you cleaned yourself up yet, Fiona? That low-grade cream fits you perfectly! You're just as abhorrent."

That’s not the case. “I thought it was okay to do that. Many people do it, but just because others do it doesn’t mean I should too. I thought it was normal, that some women do it. I didn’t realize Hubert saw this differently. He was a church boy. He was so proper, and he chose to marry me because he thought I was decent, that I was better than other girls. I disappointed him. I can’t blame him if he hates me. If I were him, I’d do the same.”