Godess Of Lust Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard as the first words hit me. "Daughter of the God of Lust. What the fuck," I clicked on it, reading the material. "Born from an overwhelming surge of divine lust," my thoughts flashed back to the kiss with Lust… could that have been… or was it through sex? So wait, she was Lust's daughter? Did that make me Lust's daughter or his baby mama? My head spiraled from the information. "She wasn't created intentionally but birthed from his own ecstasy- fucking great. The incarnation of addictive pleasure. Makes you crave love you can't have."

(HER LITTLE LUSTFUL GAME) “WELL, well, well. Shall I take a peek into the little game that she won against the unknowing embodiment of Lust?” The thought that she immediately had inside her mind. Yet, she immediately changes her mind. Knowing the little trick, the holder of Goddess Aquarius did to the embodiment of Lust. “A lie that happened in the past. The written play that is inspired from a famous playwright. Not bad, not bad at all.”

“Let me properly introduce myself. I'm Ètienne Moreau, the Sin of Lust, beautè.” I knew it. I remained calm, allowing his lips to brush against my knuckles. “Beautè?!” A witchy laughter snatched our attention. I withdrew my hand, glancing over my shoulder. “The only beauty in this room is me!” the goddess snarled, her arms now wrapped across her own chest. I didn't notice Aleskander's absence. He had quietly walked over. “How can you call her beautiful, Ètienne? Look at those hideous marks on her cheeks and thighs,” the goddess continued.

His ancestors have also served under my ancestors as well. As I was saying, there is a dark secret behind the progress of Marida... Out this city, there is a cave well hidden by the desert storm and in that cave, there is powerful entity or rather god.. Her name is Laila... Nobody knows her origin or how long she's lived... She claims to be the goddess of lust, power and deception... For generations.. She has been the reason behind the success and progress of Marida, in return all she wanted as payment was to spend a night with the heir and ruler of Marida and she wants 100 virgins female, I later found out that she eats their hearts and livers and bathes in their blood in order to keep her

"You know, babe, Lust is the youngest of the Seven Sins, and, despite his codename... That one is innocent and frequently hides from the world. When I first met him, he was extremely irritated with everyone, especially women. It's a good thing he's adjusted now, but he's still not over his hatred of women." "Why, what happened to him?" She's curious, if her boss is a woman hater, isn't that why he acted like that when they first met? “I didn’t know the whole story. But when Lust was younger, perhaps 14 or 15, his stepmother harassed him. She forced him to sleep with her. ” She gasped at the discovery. "According to Lust, their mother married their father for money. After obtaining everything

’ Jake links. ‘Yes, that’s the only way.’ ‘Do you want to?’ ‘I will try. Can you stand by me?’ ‘Always love.’ “I am Luna Sonya. Thank you all for being here today. It is true that we are here to come together against Hades. Not only has he started to build an army but he is convinced that he can harness the power of the moon goddess through a pendant that he thinks I possess.” “Why would he think you have the pendant?” One of the witches asks.

She didn't know how long she remained that way, watching the the fishes swim. "Are you done staring or you'd like to remain there forever." Lesley jerked at the voice, a deep masculine voice and she twirled sharply. A soft gasp escaped her mouth and a thousand butterflies somersaulted in her tummy as she stared at the demi god seated on a couch. . . . . .

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.

she softly explained. I didn’t respond. I see… She has the ability to manipulate their minds. Their expressions brightened, easily swayed by her words, but as their eyes landed on me, I could see the disdain still lingering there. "But she disrespected you, Goddess. It would be better if you just got rid of her!" someone shouted, and the crowd quickly agreed. I heard her thoughts again. "Good, they're not suspicious of me. But this girl… it seems like she truly knows the Moon Goddess. I won’t let her ruin my plan."

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"