Goddess Erotica Novels & Stories

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

The other was an ebony goddess, all lush curves and smooth dark skin, full breasts swaying heavily, and a confident smirk that made Lara's spent pussy twitch all over again. The women hauled her to her feet, supporting her wobbly legs as they guided her across the lounge, past the ongoing chaos, like the squirting woman now being licked clean by eager tongues and the pegged 69 trio switching positions with grunts and laughs. Lara stumbled along, naked and dripping, her glasses blurred, but she didn't resist. The fire in her core was banked but not out, and if anything, their touch reignited it, fingers trailing teasingly over her sensitive skin.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

As soon as my breasts were exposed, I propped myself on my elbows and watched Hertor observe me as he slid off my panties. He brought that small piece of fabric to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed. Then he tossed the panties aside. His eyes were glazed over, jaw slack, drinking in every inch of my skin with hunger as he squeezed my thighs. “You are, indeed, the incarnation of the Goddess.” His voice sounded rough, full of desire. I bit my lip, feeling numb from his devotion. I wanted more of the power I held over him. So I bent one leg and said, “A Goddess should be worshiped.” Then I bent the other, parting my knees before him. “Don’t you think so, captain?”

I feel like a goddess, and I float onto the desk. The cool wood feels amazing against my bare skin. Kent is a golden god sitting before me. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. You’re exquisite.” My thighs quiver as I open for him and he parts my folds. I tremble, because I’m already so moist there and sensitive. Shocks are going off in my body. Oh, my Goddess. With a smug smile, he whispers, “There’s nectar flowing between your legs and I want every drop of it.”

Terra whispered with caution. “That will be Mistress Priscillia to you, Terra,” The Sorceress firmly corrected. “And I can feel just how horny you are, so do not pretend like you are not enjoying this. Now, put your cunt in his face, finger fuck yourself and squirt your nourishment on his face. My pussy wants more of his cock and energy.” Terra gently dropped Adam’s head on the rug and hovered her moist pussy on his face. The former god was fast asleep and looked so peaceful. She inserted her fingers and began to rub herself fast and hard.

A long time ago, before the packs dominated the land and before the first war split the clans, it was said the Moon herself descended to the world not as a moon in the sky, but as a woman. She walked amongst men and wolves, in flesh and blood, her beauty so true, so wild and real, that people could not gaze upon her without a shiver going through their very soul. It wasn’t just her face it was the way she moved, that sweet voice of hers and that pain in her eyes. She was not meant to be in this world and yet she wanted to be in this world.

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

Goddess. Andrius watched me as I lowered myself to the floor. When my hands touched the floor, his lip twitched and I swallowed as I put one hand in front of the other, my knees pressing against the cold floor as I moved. My breasts heavy, my ass swaying as I looked up through my eye lashes at him. Arching my back as I tried to crawl as sexy as I felt towards the alpha with the hard cock and fuck-me eyes. “Goddess-damned,” Levi groaned from behind me.

He said, trying to reassure his mother before he turned around and walked towards the forest. Meanwhile, Amira was on her way to the Pond of Living to try and communicate with Morgan through the pond when she accidentally bumped into Goddess Edana, the goddess of passion and lust. "Goddess Amira," Goddess Edana greeted with a taunting smile. Amira smiled at the goddess to acknowledge her presence before she walks past her as she planned to continue on her way peacefully. But just after a few steps, the goddess of passion and lust called out to her once again. She turned around and faced Edana with a questioning look.