Goddess Erotica Novelas e Histórias

I growled when I felt her tongue work her way around it. “Fuck, Eretria. You… damn you.” I groaned, my claws burrowing into the wall. She was the goddess of sucking dicks. I was out of my mind soon. She loved it when she controlled me. She let my dick out her mouth and pulled me to the sheets. Then I thrust my dick into her. She moaned as she rode me like her play thing. “Beg baby.” She whispered into my ear. “Beg me.” I wanted to but I would never give in to her. Sex with her was like a game of power and I always won.

Alessio Holy. Fucking. Shit. I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy. Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell. Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.

He growls, forehead damp with sweat, as he slams into her over and over. “Oh my God… fuck!” she cries out loud, arching hard into him. Her voice is hoarse, ragged, and soaked in ecstasy. The sensations are more intense than anything she’s ever felt before. It's not just sex—it’s obliteration. It's a high beyond drugs, beyond reason.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

She was sprawled out in front of me, with her legs coiled around my waist, and her round, perky breasts were a fucking perfect view. My fingers parted her folds as I positioned my cock into her entrance. "Open your eyes." My voice came out hoarse as I panted. Amara opened her eyes, and a seductive smile curled on her lips. With her hair sprawled out around her and some of it sticking to her skin, she looked like a sex goddess, sending me into lust overdrive. I bucked my hips forward, penetrating her pussy again, and her body jolted. "Oh, Goddess!" She whimpered, shutting her eyes.

Eva arched her back, closed her eyes, and gloried in the moment as blood rushed to every sensitive part of her body and pussy juice continued to drip out of her pussy hole. Her body was like a goddess -maybe it was because he hadn’t touched her for days and all he had were unattractive whores and his lubricated left hand. But at the moment, it was like a mere mortal man engaging in an intercourse with an immortal being. From her full and supple breasts to her soft body, her light and sexy hums- it was music to his soul and he longed to hear her shrill cries when he would hit her cervix.

The train is fairly empty by Wimbledon, so it wasn’t difficult. ‘I see.’ I didn’t see anything. I needed to give Dee the floor. She was quick to give her analysis. ‘This is so interesting. I think you are in an Inanna phase of your life. That’s a good move after Lilith. You must progress this at all costs. You will, won’t you?’ ‘Wasn’t Inanna a sacred prostitute?’ ‘Bad description, Connie. No money or goods changed hands, so she wasn’t a whore. She is now viewed as a goddess of love, but more importantly, promiscuous love.’

Their fiery encounter transcends mere pleasure, becoming a sacred communion with the goddess herself. But as dawn approaches, Callista is left to ponder whether the bond she shared with Theo is fleeting or something destined by the gods. Callista’s P.O.V. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skies over Theros in hues of molten gold and crimson. The city-state, renowned for its devotion to Erisia, the goddess of fertility and passion, buzzed with anticipation. Tonight marked the start of the Festival of Blossoms, a sacred and secretive event held once every year. The festival was whispered about across Greece-an uninhibited celebration of pleasure, sensuality, and divine union.

And just like in my dream, I also didn't feel that my body is being burned when I entered the cage even though the bars seemed to be burning. "The sacred cage of my teacher! You have entered the sacred cage without being burned. You are the reincarnation of my teacher! You are also our goddess!" Old Remi exclaimed as her eyes widened while looking at me. I didn't pay attention to what she said because I saw that the monster was going to attack me again.

But none of the books could satisfy my questions. “The Women of Wicca Family” A thick dusty book that was kept at the bottom of the shelf with an unattractive cover. ‘Hundreds of years ago, when gods and goddesses in the universe were in perfect balance and harmony. Earth failed with nothingness. The goddess named Erethe was young and innocent, however being the youngest goddess became a problem. She faced discrimination for being the weakest, hated for being the youngest, and downgraded for being less experienced. The only god that has shown interest in her was named Kyro the god of water. The strongest god and the most admired god in the universe. The naïve goddess fell for his sweet words