Evil Lust Novels & Stories

The past experiences flooded her head making her boil in anger. She eyed all of them with the same hatred and disgust, the hungry men still came closer to quench their lust. Their footsteps sounds like the screams she heard back then in the Afterlife and it was very annoying. Without casting a spell, she just gestured her fingers and a heavy gust of wind came clearing them out of her sight, separating their parts from their body.

Not once had I considered that the hatred might have been a cover for this. Then again, this was Ella. She could be lying through her teeth just to get a reaction out of me. She had already fooled me once today. Her hand moved again. Down this time, then back up, learning every ridge and pulse of me like she was memorizing a map. Her fingers traced the thick vein that ran along the underside, and my hips jerked off the carpet without permission, thrusting helplessly into her grip. "Fuck." The word tore out of me. I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened as I tried to drag in air, but it barely reached my lungs.

He tells me as he continues pushing a finger up my ass. Once it was in completely the burning sensation became pleasurable. I moaned at the feeling. He fingered me hard and fast opening up the hole. He added a second finger and a third finger. I felt full but it felt so good. Nick removes his fingers abruptly and I whine at the feeling of emptiness. He looks around the room, searching for something. "What are you looking for?" I ask. He ignores me. He returns with the oil jar and pours the oil on his dick and my dick and asshole.

He said winking at me "I see, so who is the top in the relationship?" Malcolm asked smirking at me "Nathan is. At first we were in the switch but I decided that being a top wasn't for many and I love being a bottom" I said smirking back "Oh, because most guys are ashamed. Being a bottom is amazing but most wouldn't understand the pleasure we get out of it. They see it as a lower stage of homosexual and they think we're actual pussies" Malcolm said to me

A couple was having sex on the desk. The girl’s straddling a guy, grinding her hips while flipping her hair like a whip. Her naked boobs bounced like two freaking melons. She casually turned her head and she saw me. “FUCK!” she screamed. I hastily wanted to back out of the room. But it was too late. The guy lying on the desk turned his head to me. He’s got dark hair, green eyes, and the face of an angle. Ezra Ravenshire. The Lycan King’s heir narrowed his eyes at me. The expression on his face turned deadly.

A devil being asked about their place in hell was so new for him that the beast between his legs grew excited to the point, the hunger she ignited within him turned flames. His lips curled into a slow, amused smirk, his wolf stirring hungrily at her boldness. “So much fire for a dead, good-for-nothing piece of trash for a father,” he murmured, inclining slightly to meet her bloodthirsty gaze. “I might have taken your revenge seriously… if it weren’t coming from daddy’s princess.” His eyes shimmered with predatory playfulness, the shadow of his wolf flaring within them. “I wanted to toy with you a little longer, but your vengeance… doesn’t seem worth my time.”

She chuckled and Vera recalled the earth shattering, toe curling orgasms he gave to her. Vlad is the best sex she has ever had. "I tried and he didn't like it..." She still remembers his bleeding knuckles. "You did?" She raised her eyebrows and praised her.. "My girl is learning... The thing is, what do you want now?" "He is too controlling and dominating... Thinks everything should be done as per his will..." Vera closed her eyes in frustration. "He is just so evil... I just want him to leave me alone " "He is evil because you are good, we need to ruin your good girl image... He thinks you are serene, calm, collective and angel fallen from heaven... Let's show him your devil's side..."

The man yelp angrily kicking her towards the others. " Are you okay?" Becky asked worriedly, she was quite worried that the skinny little girl, may died of hit once more time. Nana painful grit her teeth. It was almost like men in this F world one, don't know how to treat a lady gentle. System notification: ( Name: Christopher Zelda Age:??? Setting: Counter fodder Character: Vile and evil. He the father of the emperor and General Adam and also your grandfather.) Nana almost burst in laughter. The villainess grandfather was a human trafficker... Wasn't this world getting confusing by every minute.

She looked at Maridelle. Maridelle reciprocated her smile, but smiling even better than her. “Game. Let’s do it.” They are full of excited anticipation. Hodor is sitting on his throne; Vamoire is on his right and the inseparable Jek and Viller found a corner to embrace. Whilst Maridelle sat on the foot of his throne, she filled herself with thougths of what she could possibly do the beings she is going to feed with her blood. All of her imagination is pure evil, leaving no space for kindness. She desired for something unbeatable and could cause real terror as she plays with a newly whetted dagger on her hand.

Alaric asked, his tone dripping with condescension. “Yes,” I said flatly. “I still hate her. I still want my revenge. The sex is completely separate from everything else. These past few nights never happened.” My eyes narrowed to slits. “She is still Baevera fucking Eldareth—the venom-spitting soul-disease wrapped in a beautiful echo of the King of Hell himself. Mephistopheles, reborn.” Alaric’s jaw dropped. Then he scoffed. “Heavens. For a male who barely has time on his hands, I swear you must deliberately set aside hours just to craft new, creative, and increasingly elaborate insults for her.”