Empire Of Dirt Ao3 Novels & Stories

I had stopped pretending to care if the entire damn team walked in and saw us. My hand moved into his hair, gripping tight as I rolled my hips in search of more pressure. He groaned into me and that alone made me clench. I didn’t beg. I didn’t need to. He read my body like it was part of the game plan. My orgasm hit sharp and fast, curling my toes and burning through my lungs until I was shaking, panting, completely undone on the barbell stand. When I finally opened my eyes, Dennis rose with a satisfied gleam in his expression and the evidence of what he’d done still wet on his lips. I watched him wipe his mouth slowly with the back of his hand.

"Last night I imagined her again, those small tits perfect in my hand, and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice of hers. Then I'll bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams that she only belongs to me, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." My clit throbbed so hard that I had to shift in my chair, pressing my legs tighter together to ease the ache, but it only made me wetter. I could feel my panties getting damp the longer I read this raw fantasy about breaking in a girl who sounded exactly like me. My p

“Talking takes the focus off of the pain.” “Sure. What were you dreaming about ,Empress? You were talking in your sleep.” “I had a strange dream where Cedric was born the Emperor and I was the villager. We still fell in love somehow. I think it would have actually worked with that dynamic.” “That’s because we’re inevitable.” Cedric declared. Just like he had in my dreams. “But was it just inevitable that you two would fall in love or is it inevitable that you were meant to be?” Wyatt asked.

The base of my shiny silver dressed kissed the dirt, mixing with it's dark brown colour. I didn't stop, till I reached a familiar well Ace and I used to play at, while we were still children. The old well was situated in the middle of an old mansion, whose owner died from a mental illness. Ever since, no one had made attempts to buy the land or make some renovations. As children, we explored the site, pretending to be adventurers, that old well had always caught our attention the most. I ran to it and rested both my palms on it's flat surface, not minding the dust and sand that greeted me. Thick vines had grown all around it, reminding me that I was no longer that curious little girl.

Being out here exposed with him touching me like this felt so raw and exciting. My mind raced with filthy thoughts of him filling me up breeding me right in the dirt where anyone could walk by. He switched to my other tit, biting the sensitive peak then soothing it with his tongue. “These perfect tits bouncing while I fuck you. You’re gonna be my little secret slut aren’t you Ava.” His words pushed me closer to the edge and I moaned louder not holding back. The garden felt like our own dirty playground. But then he slowed his fingers still buried deep but not moving enough to finish me.

It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted. Sophia came in with mail. She dropped it on the table and sat hard. “There’s a note,” she said. “In the box. From someone who knows the old name.” Elara’s hands froze over the grinder. “Did they open it?” “No.” Sophia’s eyes were quick. “I did not. I want you to decide.” Elara took a breath, held it, let it out slow. She thought of the life she had left. The divorce that never said the child existed. The talk in boardrooms that would never learn about a small beating heart. She wanted the world clean, small, and private.

I'm a mess – a perfect, filthy, destroyed, worshipped mess. "Don't clean up yet," Ethan says. He grabs his phone. Photographs me – covered in cum, spread on the sheets, the bowl of unused condoms visible on the nightstand, evidence of a night that exceeded every fantasy I've ever had. "Now," he says, setting the phone down. "Who wants to go again?" Round two is dirtier than round one.

The emperor growls in frustration, his brilliant blue eyes spark with anger. “For years, you have been taking people who defy me under your care and custody. That alone is treason,” the emperor says in a deep voice. “Give her to me and leave with dignity. She’s too innocent for this life of running you’re putting her through. You never asked her permission before making her part of your Deviant Splinters.” But my dad won’t budge. He growls deeply, anger erupting as he shifts under the energy of the full moon and launches an attack on the emperor. His sharp claws sink into the emperor’s chest.

She glanced at Alexis. Alastair cleared his throat. Looking slightly uncomfortable. "I hate to disappoint you Princess, but it's not much different in the Empire. Dirt is a slave I bought just recently, she had never used magic before and the only reason she does so is because I need her to", Alastair spoke gesturing to Alexis, who felt annoyed at the use of her nickname. "Oh... now I feel so silly", Princess Felicia whose face stiffened a bit looked like she really did feel like an idiot.

all gradually told her that the Asti race was extremely rogue and dirty. Emilia could not accept that she would love and be loved by someone of this race, and could not accept that she would have sexual desire for someone of this race. She whipped Angus hard, reminding herself over and over again that this was what he deserved. This was the price the devil who tempted others should pay, she would not get involved with the dirty Asti race, and there would be no other feelings. Emilia thought she was doing a great job. But... That's not the case.