Goddess Erotica Novels & Stories

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Elias instinctively reached up, touching the tarnished silver band resting on his brow. "It wasn't mined, Architect," Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It was recovered. From the impact crater." "What crater?" I demanded. "The one at the roof of the world," Cord answered, stepping forward, his massive chest heaving. "The highest peak in the northern frozen wastes. The wolves call it the Goddess's Tear. It is a massive, frozen crater where a fragment of the moon struck the earth ten thousand years ago." I felt the familiar, terrifying thrill of a new impossible equation locking into place.

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

"Call the others. Tonight, we prepare." "For war?" The Goddess smiled slowly. "For pleasure. And for blood." The Priestess Her legs still trembled as she slipped from the chamber, fingers brushing the moonstone embedded in the archway. She'd served her goddess many times, but never had the divine hunger burned so bright. She gathered the others. Dozens of them. Each kissed by moonlight, bodies decorated with runes and silver. They bathed in scented oils, tongues tasting one another, drawing sacred power from shared pleasure.

The bra is basically see-through, and I could make out her raised pink nipples. The animal inside me came alive. I crawled to the end of the bed and onto the floor, I lowered my eyes and growled, a growl that vibrated all through my body. She was breathtakingly, agonizingly sexy. She was my prey and I was the hungry predator. I crawled on my hands and knees across the floor to her feet. She is perfection, she is light and love, she is fire and desire, she is a Goddess in her own right. And she is all mine.

Embarrassment is quickly making space for an electrifying thrill as I watch his body and eyes reacting to me. I am Aphrodite in his mind. Goddess of love and sex. Ripe and delicious and out of his reach. He can look, but he can’t touch. One hand slips down to my vulva, my middle finger rubbing over my slick, swollen flesh. My hips arch into the touch spontaneously and a sigh bursts from me when my finger presses against my clit.

I don’t know any man or wolf who could deny such a sweet offering – and Goddess is she sweet. Ella returns my kisses with open fervor, parting her lips for my questing tongue and shifting until she’s straddling my lap. Before long her swollen center is pressed to my hardness, separated only by my slacks and her dress. I want to rip the clothes from her body, to expose every inch of her soft skin and finally fulfill my erotic fantasies about her. I’ve become so pent up with sexual tension lately that I’ve found myself making lists in my head, noting all the things I’d like to do with the lovely human if she ever decides to let me into her bed.

Oh dear sweet goddess of sex and lust, at last, at last I was fucking my glorious, sexy, gorgeous mother. Anna began a series of cycles to squeeze my cock back to full hardness, the combination of the ED drugs and her erotic body, those magnificent breasts hanging above me and threatening to smother me, water rivulets dripping over her Gio nylon thighs, this wildly erotic vision pushed me harder and harder and harder. She slid her hips from front to back, dragging her clit along my skin on the backstroke, up and forward, slamming down again, slithering her clit back and forth over me, again and again and again.

He said with a smile and pressed his lips into hers, she felt bubbling sparks all over her body. She savored a sour but yet sweet taste on his lips, the kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. "Are those strawberries?" She asked while blinking her eyes in surprise and he smirked. "I got a bunch from the human world, when we went on scouting." She giggled with excitement. "You know that, they are an aphrodisiacs........So, does it turn you on?" it was a soft whisper that made her aroused down there. His manly statue and his scent of vertiver, It made him alluring to Atarah.

His kisses were setting her on fire already and making the slit between her legs beg for him. Eros was always crazier about her whenever she moaned his name. He had heard that his name meant sex god, but no one except Cassandra had made him want to live up to it. She moaned his name as if she worshipped him and made him want to please her more, to get her screaming his name out of her beautiful mouth. He kneaded her breasts until he was tired of not having full access to them, and then he unstrapped her bra, almost ripping them. His lips found her right breast, and he sucked on the nipple before returning to her mouth.