Faustian Stories Novels & Stories

Xavier asked, even I just heard that word. "Ah, you don't know?" Señorita Marisa asked us a question to which we just nodded. “The Pessoa Mas are the Fantasians who made a deal with the traitorous Deus, Deus Lucifero. They are also the conquerors of different kingdoms. Oh come on and you might be late for the exam." Señorita Marisa's story to us, we weren't there, together with the nanny who entered the hall. That's why we walked to the tree... When we arrived in front of the tree, Señorita Marisa suddenly closed her eyes and raised her two hands...

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

She giggles "You do literature so you should, you see-" Doctor Faustus, a talented German scholar at Wittenburg, rails against the limits of human knowledge. He has learned everything he can learn, or so he thinks, from the conventional academic disciplines. All of these things have left him unsatisfied, so now he turns to magic. A Good Angle and an Evil Angel arrive, representing Faustus' choice between Christian conscience and the path to damnation. The former advises him to leave off this pursuit of magic, and the latter tempts him. From two fellow scholars, Valdes and Cornelius, Faustus learns the fundamentals of the black arts. He thrills at the power he will have, and the great feats h

He glanced at me once—cold, detached—before his lips curled. “I won’t mark Quinn. I’d rather die.” “If you force me, I’ll sire a dozen pups outside this pack—and let her raise them all.” The elder by the fireplace—Gregory, Caleb’s grandfather and the former Alpha—froze. His hand trembled as he lifted a third cane high. “What is wrong with Quinn?” His voice shook the chamber. “She is loyal, pure, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. How is she any less than the she-wolves you crawl to at night?”

he told her, changing direction and walking purposefully through the halls as Catherine watched him go. ........ Faustino unlocked the door and stepped into the library, his eyes immediately scanning the rows of tables and bookshelves with urgency as he moved deeper inside. He came to a halt when his gaze landed on the scene before him—Tristan and Aiden, both asleep, their faces unconsciously angled toward one another. "Oh My…" Faustino exclaimed, his voice echoing through the silent, the sound startling both Tristan and Aiden awake. Tristan blinked quickly, adjusting his glasses, while Aiden sat up abruptly, running a hand through his messy hair.

She was sobbing now, overwhelmed by the size of him, the forbidden nature of this, the sheer sacrilege of being fucked on God's altar. "Give us this day our daily bread..." Another brutal thrust, and Lucia came without warning, her pussy clenching around his massive cock, her orgasm ripping through her with devastating intensity. "That's it," Father Dominic growled, never stopping his relentless pounding. "Come on the altar. Come while praying. Such a filthy, sinful girl." "Yes!" Lucia cried. "Yes, Father, I'm sinful, I'm..." He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "Call me Father again. Tell me who's fucking you."

Sending shivers up my spine. “Are you sure you want me?” he muttered, teasing my hole with the tip. It was a question and it wasn't, because regardless he was still going to fuck me. “Please, Luca… please fuck me. I need your cock.” He groaned and pushed in. The first thrust was brutal, forcing half his length inside in one go. "Ahhh..." I cried out, the burn was intense. He didn’t give me time to adjust—just gripped my hips hard and slammed the rest of the way in until his heavy balls slapped against my ass.

“Swear it while I am in your ass. Tell me your faith belongs to my cock now.” “My faith belongs to your cock Father,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, my mind spinning from how dirty and good it felt. “I do not care about anything else anymore. Every time I see the cross I am going to remember how you fucked me on the altar and how you filled both my holes. I am yours to use whenever you want. My body is your church now.” He kept alternating between my pussy and my ass switching every few strokes sometimes staying in one longer just to make me beg for the other.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Faustus' " Yeah , I know . Alice said the same thing " said Roxanne as she placed the books at their correct sequential order . For most of the morning , they didn't spoke much which was given , now that they were working in a library but now that it was finally evening and the rush hour was gone , Rosalie and Roxanne could finally relax " She laughed when I told her that this was my favourite books " she added as she tapped on ' Dr Faustus ' and 'Rape of a lock ' . Neither of them matched with Roxanne 's cheerful outgoing personality . One preached tragedy following arrogance while the other preached moral behaviour that was fit for woman in eighties or fifties .