Goddess Erotica Novelas e Histórias

“Look at what you’ve made.” Ravion knelt beside her. “We made a goddess.” Ezryn crouched, smirking. “No. We made a whore of the divine. And she wants more.” Her hand slid between her legs, spreading herself, dripping cum across her own thighs. “I want it again,” she whispered. “From the beginning.” The flames flared. The vines writhed. And they moved toward her, already hard again. Lyssa lay sprawled on the altar, skin aglow with divine heat, her body still leaking their seed from both stretched holes. Her thighs trembled, her lips swollen and wet, but her eyes were clear with purpose. It was Commanding.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

One hand gripped my hip while the other reached to rub my oversensitive clit again. I was moaning shamelessly now, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Pastor… it’s too much… I’m going to cum again…” “Good girl,” he growled. “Cum while I breed you. Take every drop like the perfect slut you are.” The words sent me over the edge for the third time. My pussy spasmed violently around his thrusting cock, squeezing and fluttering as intense pleasure ripped through my body. Elias thrust deep one final time and came with a low, deep groan. Heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb again, pulsing warmly as he emptied himself completely.

Cal groaned low against her ear at the sound she made. “You feel incredible,” he murmured. His hand moved from her breast down her stomach, thumb finding her clit from above while Priya’s tongue worked below, doubling the pressure, and Jade stopped trying to hold anything together. “I’m going to…” She grabbed Cal’s arm. “Don’t stop…please…” “We’ve got you,” Cal said. She came. Long and rolling, her whole body shuddering between them, pussy clenching around Priya’s fingers, Cal holding her through it while she rode the waves until she was trembling and oversensitive and making sounds she’d forgotten she was capable of.

The glow around her surged brighter, spilling across the tent walls in shimmering waves, as if their passion threatened to tear the boundary between the human and the divine. In that moment, Kaplan no longer cared who might see or sense it. All that mattered was her—their connection, fierce and unbreakable, proving that whatever else Jaiyana might become, she was still his. She sat up and placed a leg on either side of him. Kaplan reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumb circling her hard nipples. Jaiyana’s pulse quickened, his touch igniting sparks of yearning. She moved her hips back and forth. He could feel her soft hair, already moist, tickling him along his shaft. He moaned at

She was soaked, she was creamy and slick from our earlier loads. Elena sat up, pulled the silk slip over her head in one smooth motion, and dropped it on the floor. Her fully naked body glowed in the low moonlight, curves on full display: those massive swinging tits, wide breeding hips, and her shaved pussy lips already puffy and glistening. She took my rock-hard cock in her soft hand, stroking it firmly a few times, smearing her juices up and down the shaft, then positioned the fat head right at her greedy entrance.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Fuck. Her skin glowed golden in the low light, curves for days, heavy breasts hanging full and natural, dark nipples erect. Her waist dipped in, hips flaring wide, that trimmed patch above her pussy already glistening. Ass round and plush, begging for my hands. She was a goddess, mid-forties or not, every inch more woman than I'd ever handled. I couldn't hold back.

As I stood, I swayed gently, running my hands down my hips and squeezing my breasts while wetting my lips. He was captivated by the spectacle and began to masturbate. I crouched down and replaced his hand with mine, giving the skin of his penis a slow, deliberate massage. I opened his legs and began to graze his feet, then his thighs, with my breasts. I gently brushed his cock and moved up, my nipples tracing his body until I placed my breasts on his face.