Erotic Beatuies Novels & Stories

I asked, my heart racing as I looked around for the beast. The man walked over to me, placing his hands on my face as he gazed up at me. "I am the beast," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. As I moved closer to him, I inhaled his musky scent mixed with a hint of pine. It was a heady aroma that filled my senses, making me feel dizzy with desire. I slowly placed my head on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against my ear.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

I imagined them all going to work in similar fashion on my cock and balls, and I resolved to ask for that later. In the semi-darkness under the table, I could see and feel the difference among all the feet clustered and clutching around my face. Anna's Cervin's were smooth, fine, silky, sexy. Erika's fully fashioned English Gio nylons were equally sexy on my face, but with a back seam that extended from the top welts near her pussy all the way down to the tips of her toes and into my mouth. The pheromones of the four gorgeous feet from the two sexiest women in my universe were turning my brain into mush.

"And if we ever run into those assholes again, I'll help you beat them up." A breeze drifted past. Fresh skin slowly spread across Adonis's face. Before long, he looked just as stunning as when I first saw him. I poked his cheek and gasped dramatically. "Oh my God. Your skin is insane. Drop your routine." A faint blush spread across his face. He pressed his lips together. "Born with it." I looked at him and smiled. "Beauty cuts both ways. If you're weak, people use it against you. But when you're strong, it becomes armor."

I wanted her pussy, I wanted to taste her, I wanted to feel her body shudder as I flicked my tongue against her clit and licked up and down her folds. She was intoxicating. Her skin was soft and clean, her pussy soaked and more delicious than anything I'd ever tasted. I couldn't get enough of her taste and her scent. I could hear her moaning, muffled from the thighs pressing against my ears, but loud enough that it was only interrupted by the occasional crash of thunder. Her hips shifted, grinding her sweet folds on my face. My view was perfect; her perfect stomach, the swell of her perfect tits, and the occasional glimpse of her perfect, beautiful face as she gazed down at me with her pussy

He kisses the spot a few times, and the pain fades. I couldn’t possibly pay attention to anything else anyway when he begins to grind against me, hitting me in just the right spot. I cry out again, my abdomen contracting a few times, nearly lifting me off the bed. If he wasn’t on top of me, I might curl into a ball. “You’re so close,” he whispers. “Come on, Bexley. Come for me.” At his command, my body gives in, and I begin to spasm around his cock. My mouth drops open, and I can’t breathe or think. All I can do is revel in the euphoric feeling that rolls over me.

Another poured beer over her glistening skin, the men eagerly lapping up the frothy liquid as it splashed onto their faces. A smile graced the woman's lips as she enjoyed her moment in the limelight, the other women at the club watching her with envy. She was a beautiful blonde with long, silky hair, an angelic face, and a perfect, hourglass body. She looked like the girl next door, yet she was shaking her ass for a bunch of horny drunks. "I love you!" shouted one of her admirers as he stuffed money into her panties. "Me too!" screamed another as he threw more cash.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

Facing them both, Penelope urged Pierre to fuck Beatrice and make her cum too. Beatrice turned sideways. She kissed Penelope and wiggled her ass invitingly for Pierre. He lost no time in going around behind her. He placed his massive cock up against her ass and she pushed back. She stroked her clit as he pumped her hot pussy with the same relentless strokes he had reduced Penelope to a quivering mass of nerves with.

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.