Flame Atronach Porn Novels & Stories

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

He bent his head to suck on Sylvia's nipples, licking them like a satisfied puppy craving forecast milk. "That's good, your insides are so tight! I want you..." Liam hissed, having pulled out half of his penis and then thrust it inside, repeatedly in and out. The collision between the two bodies resounded with an extremely hot sound. Sylvia couldn't help but feel a strange, unbreakable infatuation with her body.

His teeth bared as he advanced on us. "Run!" I pushed Luna toward the old woman. "Get the children out!" Marcus lunged. I threw myself between him and the children, expecting to feel teeth tear into me. Instead, that burning sensation from before erupted through my body. My hands burst into crimson flames. Marcus yelped, scrambling backward as fire licked at his fur. I stared at my burning hands in shock—they didn't hurt. The flames felt like an extension of myself. "Impossible," Marcus shifted back, his eyes wide. "The suppressants should have lasted—"

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

Sassy Note #2: Not everyone looked thrilled. One Luna—probably the fifth cousin of some bitter ex of Edric—was glaring daggers the entire time like her tartan was too tight. Her wolf probably shed out of spite. But I smiled sweetly. Let the magic glow just slightly under my skin. Enough to make her gulp her whisky like holy water. Then came the climax. A giant flame pit was lit in the center of the stones. The flames rose unnaturally high—kissed by magic and old whispers. I stepped forward.

He wasn’t going to hurt the baby, but the thrusts were deep enough to give her blinding pleasure. Her eyes rolled in her head upward, and she saw a serenade of heaven's black supporting a chorus of stars. But her gaze didn’t last long. Azazel demanded her attention with another hard thrust. Athena moaned louder. He pressed on her lower belly slightly with one hand and rubbed her clit while fucking her little hole over and over and then some more. Athena came hard, seeing stars. She was surrounded by them, the stars in the sky and the ones in her body.

“Turn them all into fucking ash if you need to.” He nodded, then cupped my cheeks and seared his lips to mine. Rough passion flowed between the two of us, and I knew then that as long as none of the innocent members of Fire and Fluorite were caught in the crossfire, I'd let Atlas burn this whole damn place down.

The hot flood of his release triggered another orgasm, my walls fluttering wildly around his pulsing length. As the last tremor shook me, Atlas pressed forward. The pressure felt strange, intense. A sharp, burning stretch in a place never touched. I whimpered, my fingers clawing at Ares's arms. Beneath the shock, a terrifying thrill uncoiled. The ultimate surrender. The ultimate fullness. Atlas pushed in, slowly as Apollo lodged his cock in my cunt, replacing Ares. The sensation was unbelievable. A deep, burning fullness in both holes, stretching me to my absolute limit.

Anya came with him, her pussy walls contracting around his cock, milking every drop, the pleasure leaving her limp and breathless. Exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed, their sweaty bodies entwined. Atlas grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, lit two, and handed one to her. They smoked in silence for a moment, the room filled with bluish smoke, the smell of tobacco mixing with semen and sweat. Anya took slow drags, feeling his cum slowly leaking from her pussy, soaking the sheets. “This is crazy… but I want more. So much more,” she thought, looking at Atlas, who smiled wickedly, his cock softening but still impressive. He stubbed out his cigarette and pulled her close, kissing

Kenji’s palms cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples into aching peaks as his teeth grazed my shoulder, and Atlas knelt between my spread thighs, his tongue already delving into my wetness with that artistic flair. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping for us,” Callan groaned, his cock grinding against my thigh. “You want all four cocks, don’t you, our greedy little photographer?” “Yes,” I gasped as Atlas’s fingers curled inside me, hitting my G-spot with devastating accuracy. Mateo claimed my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that contrasted the chaos. “Good girl,” he murmured against my lips.