Erotic Stoies Novels & Stories

“Johnson is a Lycan and you are a werewolf.” “I know,” Trista said. “It's called Erasthai. It's a bond specific to Lycan. It's a lot different than a mate bond. It's not chosen by any entity like our mate bonds are. Dagney described it to me. From what I can gather, it's an extremely strong bond. It allows the two people to feel and think what the other one is feeling and thinking. It's unbreakable.” “That sounds intense,” he said. “It does,” I chuckled. “Apparently,” I continued, “both parties have to accept the bond.”

But he was sure that tonight, it would not be just once. He repeated what he had done before and Venus still reacted the same way. So, he repeated it, many times. Until her breathing became consecutive. He did not let go of the woman's hands. He wanted to give Venus a more erotic feeling so he kept them on top of her head while he, in turn, continued the dramatic courtship on both of her breasts. Moments after he seemed to be smearing scorching paint on both ends of Venus's small mountains, he decided to take possession of the tip of her right breast completely. At that point, he heard again what seemed to be her tempting moan because of what he had done.

The pictures of me topless and on my knees for him. My whole naked body on full display for him to jerk off to every night. His hand around his big cock, stroking it to me, thinking about the way he felt inside of me, pumping in and out and in and out, faster and faster. Tugging on my nipples. Touching my clit. I closed my eyes, the pressure in my core building higher and higher, and I hadn't even touched myself yet. The door opened, and I tried my hardest to push away the dirty thoughts of Everett's dad when I was about to see Everett.