God Of Lust And Destruction 소설 & 이야기

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

The thought of her desperation and helplessness fueled his resolve, his desire for control over her growing with each passing moment. But beneath the surface of his calculated malevolence, there lingered a flicker of doubt—a small, nagging question of whether his obsession would ultimately be his undoing. For now, though, he dismissed it, focusing on the immediate thrill of his power and the anticipation of the game unfolding before him.

I could feel the heat of his body through the fabric, the way his muscles tensed under my palm. For a man who claimed to be a god, he reacted very much like a mortal — pulse racing, cheeks carrying the faintest flush of anger… or something else. “Am I understood?” I asked, tilting my head to meet those stormy eyes directly. He glared at me with pure hatred, yet he didn’t slap my hand away. “You are nothing but an arrogant mortal playing at power. One day, when my strength returns, I will crush you and this entire empire of filth.”

I was the god of ruin, and this was my temple of slaughter. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. The Blade whispered. It fed on their agony. Firstborn came. Gods of war. Ancient. Terrible. I butchered them. One by one, like a storm made flesh, I tore through them. I wasn’t fighting—I was unleashing. Every movement, every breath, was a symphony of violence orchestrated by madness. Their screams were hymns, their blood the ink that painted my masterpiece of destruction. I twisted necks until the vertebrae cracked like thunder in my ears. I drove my claws into spines and ripped them out with grotesque elegance. Skin tore like silk under my fingers, revealing the quivering terror beneath.

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.

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

He didn’t even bother to wonder that taking away Andrea from his top rank henchman could open some untreated wounds. Power should only be exercised by sober heads. Laude had fallen to the temptation of intoxication and his sexual appetite that should have been cured long before. They say that men with tremendous sexual drive can either turn that energy into achievement or atrocity. Seemed like he embraced both and the latter resulted in his impending downfall.

She wielded her claws with lethal precision, her every strike seeking a vital point. Fen, the embodiment of primal savagery and the leader of the werewolf god destroyers stood tall and imposing, his crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. His fangs dripped with an otherworldly venom, and his claws, capable of rending the earth itself, twitched with an insatiable bloodlust.

I didn't realize that tears were dripping from the corners of my eyes. When I found a woman to take seriously, this incident suddenly happened. I can't understand, if the deity is punishing me now because of the cheating I did with other women that I had a relationship with and had a one night stand or maybe this is really my karma, which is why he is immediately taking her back from me .

He was so lost in both lust and passion that he didn't move away when Ray finally claimed his lips. The kiss is full of carnality, full of need for each other. Justin couldn't prevent himself from moaning when Ray slides his tongue inside his mouth, tasting his sweetness with such carnality that made Justin's knees buckle. Ray suddenly lifted him up, his hands supporting Justin's thighs as he placed him on top of the counter. He settled himself between the brunet's legs, his hand caressing his side. Justin felt so lost. He could feel himself drowning in the pool of lust called Grey Ray and he doesn't know how to get out.