Erotica Hunter Novels & Stories

You continue to surprise me. Jane- What’s your biggest sexual fantasy? Hunter- To participate in a sex orgy. Hunter- I’ve heard about orgy clubs in europe. It’s my dream to visit an orgy club and have mindless sex with pretty skanks, who only speak spanish. Jane- That sounds adventurous. Hunter- Perhaps I could take you with me. I could sit back and watch your pussy hole being plundered by random dicks. Jane- Nick would definitely cut your dick off if you ever do take me to an orgy club in Europe

It was about everything that led to it. Hunter's damp fingers grazed my nipples and he pinched them, earning a cry from me. His tongue darted out as he gave my left breast a long lick. He pulled away, groping them with his hands. He lifted them, bouncing them around, before squeezing them so hard I thought they'd burst. I winced painfully, but Hunter ignored the sound I made, going for them again, burying his face in them. His lips puckered as he kissed them repeatedly, taking the left one again into his mouth, sucking it whole, leaving it sore and discoloured.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

Shama wondered which celestial body she most resembled: the lone moon, shining brightly in the darkness, or the countless unknown stars, twinkling beside it, their light unseen by most. The clear water in front of her reflected the moon's ethereal beauty. Suddenly, a firefly landed on her nose. Shama held her breath, captivated by its delicate beauty. The tiny creature emitted a faint glow, illuminating her features with its otherworldly light. Shama reached out to touch it, but it fluttered away, leaving behind a trail of shimmering sparks.

He pulled her lower lip with his teeth roughly making a mark on it. "No. P-Please Ahh." She cried out then Hunter started to hit on her soft spot. Slamming himself in her with deep thrusts. "Shit." Hunter cursed feeling a pool of pleasure in his body. It wasn't his first time having sex with Luna but every time he touched her he felt more pleasure than before. "Damnn you feel so good babygirl." He kept of squeezing her already bruised body roughly. He groaned in pleasure completely ignoring the cries of the poor girl and kept on slamming himself in her.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

He curled his fingers inside me, sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. "That's your G-spot," he said conversationally. "Which not a lot of people know is part of the clitoris, actually. And your clitoris is this spot right—" "Ah!" I cried, my hips bucking forward as he used his thumb to start stroking my clit. "—here." I felt him smile against my leg. "I don't know, Ms. Moran. I'm not seeing any evidence of ghost activity here. Maybe I need to stop?" "No!" I whined. "No, please keep looking. You just have to look harder."

"Luke, stop. This isn't right." "Ain't stopping now," he answered, sliding one hand down to cup between my legs over my shorts. He rubbed slow circles right on my clit. "Your body is already telling me yes. Feel how hot you're getting?" My breath caught when his fingers pressed firmer. Even through the fabric I could feel the heat building. Luke leaned in more, his mouth close to my neck. "I know you liked me watching last night. You left your legs open on purpose. Let me see James's cum leaking out of that pretty hole."