Flame Atronach Porn Novels & Stories

“Beg for it, my dripping cum-filled slut—tell me how bad this breeding hole needs more. Tell the allies too—let them hear their flame heir beg like the perfect whore she is for her storm king.” “Fuck me harder—breed your greedy whore full again, flood me till I can’t walk, own every inch eternal!” I cried, voice breaking into a filthy moan as he pounded deeper, balls slapping my clit with wet smacks. Flames erupted from my skin in sensual ribbons, wrapping around his thighs and waist, squeezing him closer while my core clenched rhythmic. “Thorne—Voss—Lira—feel this,” I gasped through the bond, letting the echoes of my pleasure bleed outward. “Our diad rules… and right now your alpha is balls

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

“Now suck.” She eagerly licked her juices from my cock before taking it into her mouth. She sucked as she bobbed. I shot my load down the back of her throat, but I wasn't finished yet. I pulled her up, spun her around, kicked her legs apart, and then smacked her ass until it was a satisfying red color. She squealed and moaned with every smack. I spread her rosy ass cheeks then impaled her tight ass with my cock. I nearly came instantly because of the stark contrasts between her ass, pussy, and mouth. As I pumped into her ass, I grabbed her hair and pulled hard. Her head turned to look at me, but the face I saw gazing at me, bathed in the bliss of subspace, wasn't Lenore, but Avery, instead.

“Wrong feels too damn good with you. I don’t care about the rules when I’m buried so deep inside this perfect, tight pussy.” She sat up straighter, riding him with long, powerful strokes. The thick drag and stretch of his cock against her inner walls sent constant jolts of pleasure through her entire body. The wooden seat creaked rhythmically beneath their combined weight. “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted breathlessly, grinding harder against him. “Even though I know this could completely destroy my whole life and career.” Marcus groaned loudly, thrusting up harder. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, the heat and pressure building intensely. “Then let’s burn toget

Orion stretched out on the remains of a pew, arms behind his head, ankles crossed, as if being magically shackled to someone wasn’t a complete violation of personal space and we weren’t in possible mortal danger. He watched me pace with casual amusement. “If you keep doing that, Flame, you’ii wear a trench into the floor. Then again..” His eyes flicked to my feet, voice dropping just enough to make my pulse misbehave. “Maybe I like watching you burn your path into things.” “Stop calling me that.” I snapped. “ I will stop when you stop glowing every time I do it.” “I’m not glowing.” He tilted his head. “You’re smoldering then, which is honestly worse for my concentration.”

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

I squeezed and stroked him, feeling it jump in my hand. “Please, Adam,” I begged, voice breaking. “I need you inside me. I don’t care if they’re coming. Fuck me right now.” He unzipped his trousers. His heavy cock sprang free, slapping against my thigh. He rubbed it along my soaked folds, teasing my entrance. The elevator lights flickered once—power trying to come back. Adam pushed the fat head inside me, just an inch, stretching me open. The burn was delicious. Yes baby! Fuck me! Omg! Ahhh ahhh ouuu. I moaned loudly, legs shaking.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.