Empire Of Dirt Ao3 Novels & Stories

The space between us changes, heavy with something that feels like surrender and defiance at the same time. For a heartbeat, nothing exists but this. Her lips part with a soft moan. She’s clutching at me now, hips moving in tiny, desperate circles. I can feel the wetness soaking through, a sheen that makes my blood rush. “You’re learning fast,” I whisper, dragging my fingers along her pussy, teasing. “See, this is why married girls come to me. They think they’re sinful or bad for wanting it… but really, they’re just starving. Starving for someone to give them permission to be as filthy as he’s been thinking. And I? I derive pleasure in giving it to them.”

Emma’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Her reflection was screaming in pleasure, being taken by Steve driving into her from behind, his hands holding her head, breasts, waist. He was worshiping her like a goddess, filling her every hole, every need, every fantasy. “I don’t…” Emma whispered, even as heat pooled between her legs. “You want to be devoured,” Terra whispered at her ear, now behind her. “You want to be fought over. Ruined. Made holy through pleasure.”

He growled, his weight pushing me into the carpeted floor harshly. “Yes.” And then it was on. “Good. Because now, there's nothing that would stop me.” His hand went to my top as his rough fingers started to tore at it. “I will f.ck you so hard, little girl, I’ll make you cry.” Daily Update. Standalone. (This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.) 6. INDEBTED To A Tyrant King. (Mafia romance)

As it approached Levi, it scooped up a handful of dirt from its hand and hurled it directly at him. Levi frowned, dodging the attack, but the dirt still inadvertently stuck to his body. Surprisingly, after the dirt clung to Levi’s body, it didn’t fall to the ground but moved on his clothes. It seemed to gradually expand, covering his body in a matter of moments and anchoring him to the ground. Arista was horrified. “What is that?” The subordinate beside her chuckled demonically. “That’s our Lord’s treasure. Once the dirt ghost attaches to someone, not even our Heavenly King can escape.”

SILAS’S POV Right above the Escape Club was my floor. It was secluded from all the ruckus down there. The music, the noise, the fights and all. It was like a fucking sanctuary, and yet it gave me so much pleasure to hear that tiny gasp slip from Imogen’s lips when I led her to my bedroom. Or my dungeon as I would rather call it. The only similarity between the room and a bedroom was the presence of a bed. King sized bed to be precise, with white sheets all ready to be married.

We were fighting it the way we loved each other. With violence. With precision. With inevitability. With a bond reckless enough to reshape kingdoms. And God help anyone who stood in the path of a story like that. Because empires crumble. But storms with names? Those live forever.

The creature asked and at that same time, she felt something larger than the finger she had in her mouth or pussy starting to push through her ass hole. “There are still a lot of holes to be explored,” it went on, popping her asshole open as it shoved its fat head into it, and Emily screamed again. Her breathing paced, and her heart thumped loudly in her chest. “I’m going to fill every open hole I can see on your body with my cum, Emily. This is far from over.” Emily knew she was doomed because she could tell that it meant every word.

These were always dangerous and even fucked up little games, in which at any moment she could be seized with, then walk away, to find another ancient creature standing over her, stroking himself inches from her uncovered mouth, sound like water in their dry mouths. I was just disposable, easily, being used for their worldly pleasures, which was true among equal rights, the same was true for both men and women. Amidst their screams, among Goki's pleasure houses, there stood Absalon... Yes, Absalon, give me what is rightfully mine. Yes..., oh, yes..., Please,” she whimpered so pathetically, with a wave of desperation in her plea. That was enough for me to fall over and explode with a growl tha

Wanted to see them fall, wanted to paint the dirt with Serpent blood, to carve a warning deep enough into their ranks that not one of them would ever think of Emily again. Emily shifted against him, her body pressing tighter into his chest as though she’d felt the tension crackling under his skin. Her hair brushed his chin, smelled faintly of smoke and shampoo, a small thing that grounded him for a heartbeat. She murmured something in her sleep, soft and broken, and the sound made him want to tear the world apart. She didn’t know how close it had come. How close he’d been to dragging her into a war she couldn’t run from.

The dirt doesn’t even match with the dirt that they hold in their hands. I am also a sinful person and child. But they are even worse than me and I don’t want to get myself even more dirty under their hands. "Do you know the Cruz Empire?" I asked without answering his question earlier. "Yes ma'am." "Take me there," I informed after shutting my eyes close. "But what about your wounds? You need to be treated, Miss." There was still a streak of concern when he asked that question. I smiled bitterly at what he said. "I'm evil, I'm not going to die yet."