Erotis Novels & Stories

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

I needed him inside me now. Dave recovering from the initial shock quickly pushes me away. “ We can’t do this” “You’re Eric’s girlfriend” I stop him by massaging the bulge on he’s pants, he’s breath hitched, he’s body tensed and he started at me “B..bri..Bri we can’t” “Then stop me” I said, crashing my lips into his again as I gently massaged him through his pants. He hands shot up cupping my face as he kissed me back. He kissed me back hard and desperately, like he’s been waiting for this he’s whole like

Eric reached into the back seat for a bouquet of pale orange flowers that he’d purchased earlier that morning. They were called Juliet Roses, and they were wrapped in vintage brown paper that had been imported from England. Eric watched Crystal cross the street, and he was about to get out of the car when he saw a van drive up alongside her from the corner of his eye. What the hell is going on here? - he wondered. The van stopped, and for a moment, his view of Crystal was obscured, and then it took off like a bat out of hell.

His eyes were reddened with fatigue as he lingered into the classroom, too tired to care about the names. Katarina, on the side felt sick. They both needed to talk to each other, they both needed to talk because amidst the whole world, they had found each other via a weird connection. "Welcome to Biology 1-" It was so easy for Mrs Walter's words to fade past his ears, so easy for him to zone out of reality and into his safe haven, into his mind. 'Irene' He still called unto her. She heard him though. But she wouldn't answer. She was in a bad state-

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

Dennis rested his back against the table as he began. "The origin of Item 13 goes back to a man named Ernest Ruskin..." Ernest Ruskin was a chemical engineer who lived in Moscow during the time of the Soviet Union. He was closely in association with the government at that time and worked as lead scientist on a number of projects for them, including one codenamed Prevoskhda. The project was aimed at creating a weapon that would have the capability to cause irreparable damage to the enemy at just one strike and thus, gift the Soviet Union swift victory in battle.

"Your pretty pussy is so clean. So untouched." He used his large, scarred fingers to hook into her labia, spreading the pink, pussy jaws wide. He stared at her tiny, puckered hole, the virgin gateway that had never known a man's intrusion. It was a pale, dusty rose color, glistening with a clear, honeyed nectar that smelled of rain-washed lilies and the sharp, musky tang of a woman in heat. "You smell too fucking good, Ruthie," he groans, his nose inches from her clit. "I can taste it."

Some after revealing their roots they covered them back and some they but in a purse hanging around their waist. ‘Why are you guys digging up grass?’ ivory asked as she watched them doing their thing. ‘It’s isn’t just any grass, it’s snow grass’ Indigo replied. ‘Snow grass, what are those’ ivory asked looking around; Natasha shakes her head indicating she doesn’t know too. ‘It’s a type of grass which is used to make medicine and potion’ indigo replies ‘the older it gets the stronger its properties’. ‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked.

His vision began to fade as Orsethii clamped down on her grip. “You’re wrong,” he gasped. “You’re a relic… a long dead past… a kind of drogar we evolved away from… only thing you deny is… your obsolescence.” With his last few gasps, Retholis raised his free hand up to Orsethii’s face, and opened it palm-up. In the middle of it was a small cylindrical device that beeped faster and faster. Orsethii’s eyes went wide the moment she saw it. But there was nothing she could do - before she could even drop Retholis, his detonator erupted.

“She’s my favorite disciple, and she has great medical potential. Besides, she can even work independently now.” Thea was nervous. She looked at James by her side and asked, “Is everything going to be fine?” James gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t you worry.” Delilah continued, “Now let’s reveal Thea’s assistant’s answers.” Holding James’ answer, Kevin read them out loud, “No. 1, Hawthorn. Correct.” “No. 2, Aconitum carmichaelii. Correct.” “No. 3, Calculus Bovis. Correct.”