God Of Lust And Destruction Novels & Stories

When, the new god, continued the back and forth process, he fucked between their legs and the flames came out of them, wrapped around the church, but without ever scorching. Between the strokes, that cock inside him, between those strokes and that sex was really wonderful, even though it was sacrilegious and a mortal sin. - It has to be more comfortable for you. - He said in the middle of a sniff. The beats, amidst his loud screams echoing throughout the venue amidst each strike without ever missing, the new god fucked him for a few more hours, and thrusting hips and the noise of wet sucking amid the oozing semen forming a puddle under it.

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”

“…it will not arrive gently.” The water exploded around us violently. I gasped. The goddess raised her hand toward me slowly. And suddenly I felt it. Pain. Agony. Power surging beneath my skin so violently I screamed. Silver light burst from my hands. The claw markings spread higher up my arms. I fell backward into the bloody water. “Marten!” I cried instinctively. The goddess watched me carefully. Then finally she spoke the words that shattered me completely. “Love and destruction will become the same path, but gain mastery of how you love because by it will you destroy the destruction that hunts you. The vision you see are the possibilities if you stray or if you follow the way of destiny.

“Seems like you want to try it out. I see…. “I don't Nana Lulu, I have no reason to. The celestial god needs his elixir, besides grandfather can only make one for him every year ten years. I've always wondered what was special about the stupid elixir. I had no idea it'd be that powerful.” “Well it is. Don't get fascinated by the human world my boy. A god interacting with a human never ends well. Humans are not good people.” She flashed a warm smile and left. Axel found himself thinking about doing the unthinkable when she was gone. He was going to steal the celestial god's elixir from his grandfather's chamber and approach the beautiful maiden once again. Not as an invisible spirit this time

For the first time since she’d met him, he looked… tired. “That man,” Lucian said quietly, “Elias—he and I didn’t just work together. We trusted each other. Built things that still exist, even now.” “And something went wrong,” Sienna said. “Yes.” His voice hardened. “He believes power should be taken without restraint. I believe it should be controlled.” She let out a bitter laugh. “You say that like control is gentle.” Lucian didn’t flinch. “It isn’t. But it’s deliberate.” The words settled between them.

I was surprised to see her. How was she still alive? She should have died long ago. Well, that was a silly question because Suzana was immortal. If she could create such beings like us, how did her being alive become an issue? She had been alive for a long time, since when the first werewolves were made. That had been thousands of years ago. She seemed like a god to me. For her to manipulate a curse cast by a god, she deserved the title "god," too.

Russ announced as he leaned back with a sly smile on his face. "Seems we are not in agreement," I stated as I crossed one leg over the other, watching the expression change on Giovanni's face. "Do not play with me, Hack Hyland, I can be your worse enemy or your salvation," Giovanni bleated as his face began to turn a shade of red, slamming his fist down on the table.

Not with him, and not with us. The firestorm inside me finally erupted, and this time, I heard my cry before a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. My orgasm was so intense that I disintegrated immediately, bits and pieces of me falling, floating, burning until the smoke cleared, and a hazy shadow of my senses returned. The hand over my mouth dropped, replaced by a punishing kiss. I tasted my arousal, and my nipples tightened again like I hadn’t just come so hard, I couldn’t breathe properly.

Love was not part of their vocabulary, but lust was their mother tongue, fluent and unforgiving. As his pace quickened, so did her heartbeat, a symphony of carnal anticipation building to a crescendo that promised nothing but destruction in its wake. They were fire and gasoline, drawn together only to burn. And in that moment, Cathleen understood that there was no recovery from this—only the relentless pursuit of pleasure at the hands of her greatest adversary.

I muttered in annoyance. "I'm a higher God and can do anything I want," he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his narcissism. "I think your a real prick and murdering bastard," I spat and jumped up onto his back and stabbed the knife into the base of his skull. Twisting it against his bones I heard him groan in pain. Yanking the blade out I started jabbing it into him repeatedly. The anger over Fillan and Lexi's death spurred me on as I went into a frantic spurt of savagery. Each hole I created shined a bright golden light. Lykaios turned himself and with narrowed eyes, I buried the knife to its hilt into his heart and his chest cavity exploded in a burst of golden light. Breathing heavily I sat