God Of Seduction Novels & Stories

“And nothing—no betrayal, no network, no threat—will break us.” The storm of seduction, strategy, and betrayal had only just begun. The poisoned alliance had been set in motion, the hidden hand remained elusive, and Kane’s network waited for the perfect moment to strike. Every secret, every child, every betrayal was a weapon—and Isabella and Damian were ready to wield them all.

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

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.

Did he think adorning me in fine clothes would make me forget the cage I was still trapped in? I shook my head as my jaw clenched as memories of the dressing room flooded back. Caelum’s fingers on my neck. The deliberate brush of his thumb against my throat gave me goosebumps. The way his hand had slid down to my waist, felt possessive and warm at the same time. The audacity of that filthy mortal. He had dared to touch me…a god, as if I were his property. I hated it. I hated the way my pulse had quickened under his grip. I hated the strange heat that had flared in my chest when his emerald eyes locked onto mine. Most of all, I hated that this stupid mortal body had reacted at all.

I state with interest. "You may have heard of me. My name is Aphrodite. Goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and this is my son, Eros. God of sex, lust, and passionate desire. The one who can bring irresistible feelings and impulses with the use of his arrow. He is often referred to as Cupid, but as you can see, he is not like what humans have made him out to be. Lastly, this is my dear friend, Peitho. Goddess of persuasion and seduction." she explains, introducing both herself and the other two sexy individuals. "This is definitely a dream." I mumble to myself.

Chloe The hot stranger leads me into the bedroom, and our passionate kissing continues. Damn, this guy is attractive. He has a chiseled six-pack, impressive shoulders, sexy arms and legs, and a nice ass. It's as if God took His time to create him. He looks absolutely perfect. He skilfully tears open a condom packet he had in the pocket of his sweatpants. I wonder if he carries it around all the time. How many girls has he been with? Perhaps I'm jumping to conclusions, and he hasn't slept with anyone yet.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

She giggled and murmured, "I guess I still have an effect on you after all these years." Shortly after, a fear came into her mind, and Khana couldn't be at peace when the thought of what they would become kicked in. "What are you going to do when you wake up?" "I hope you won't loathe me for this... I don't know what to do if you hate me for seducing you even though I know this is a grievous sin," Khana whispered. She linked her hands around his waist and leaned her head on his broad chest. "Please choose me over your faith," she finally uttered prior to falling into slumber.

For a master like Cordelia—a peak stage-three major martial god—she needed more finesse. Her gentle words wove subtle enchantments. Fox spirits excelled at seduction above all else. Since the Divine Patching Technique involved harvesting primordial essences, the sect had always emphasized the art of seduction. When Cordelia taught Seraphina and the others, her nature prevented her from sharing such methods with them. However, the sect master's instructions were the perfect match for Seraphina's nature. This supreme seduction technique thrilled her beyond measure. With her natural gifts fully unleashed, she easily ensnared Aurelius. It was Evangeline's distance from them that had kept her saf

he sighed, surrendering, while mechanically rearranging his messy hair into the same messy look. “Seems like the big bad wolf is putty in my hands,” I teased while grabbing a fistful of his thin dress shirt, brining him closer to me so his lips would go back on mine. A disturbingly arousing growl was all the answer I was given before he made sure to show me just how much I, too, was affected by him. This was an alpha’s seduction, baby, and alphas do not fail.