Hades And Persephone Book Spicy Novels & Stories

‘As if your conversations with good old Mikey are not cringe-worthy. ‘Of course, they’re not!’ I shouted at her in protest. ‘Keep telling yourself that, honey. Whatever makes you sleep soundly at night.’ “Do you want to play, little fox?” Hades asks as he leans into the curve on my neck, the one on Persephone’s side. “Before we do, we need to address the matter at hand,” Persephone was serious but her voice was seductive. She was a perfect example of what I wanted to become but failed to become.

The tingling and Sparks couldn't be ignored, they were igniting her soul. Seconds passed so the smoke. And as it parted, a majestic room came into her view but she wasn't concerned about any of them right now. "HOW DARE YOU?" Hades winced at that without stopping his advances towards the luxurious bathroom. "You are hurt Persephone." He gently pressed his fingers on her shoulder retrieving her pain, a bleeding wound appearing on his own hand. She looked at him with surprise and concern forgetting all about where they were. "Let me look at that, your arm is bleeding." She took his arm relaxing in his hold.

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.

Hades could not wait another moment to claim what now belonged to her alone. Between the virgin's legs, the mistress of souls bent down and gently traced the tender region with her long fingers and tongue, tracing the slick entrance sensually and kissing it with her lips. Then she started nibbling every inch of Persephone's delicate rosy petals, eliciting a moan and a sweet whimper. Hades was shocked at how wonderful the maiden tasted. Persephone was sweeter than all the nectar in heaven. She wanted nothing but to suckle more and more of that life-giving juice like a butterfly sipping from full bloom. As she was enjoying Persephone with a hungry open mouth, the young goddess bit her lips fro

Carlin couldn't resist a jeer, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Well, well, the nerdy bookworm suddenly yearns for the great outdoors," she teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She leaned over the backseat to look at vasky. "Tell me, Professor, did you finally realize that grass isn't your mortal enemy?" ‌ Vasky's response was quick, his retort equally witty. "Grass and I have reached a mutually beneficial understanding," he shot back, adjusting his glasses with an air of mock dignity. "I touch the grass, it refrains from assaulting me with its chlorophyll agenda."

I told her about his offer to bring me with him to Siesta Key, how he brought me home safely, and I even followed up my story by showing her pictures from his I*******m. "Oh wow... he's insanely gorgeous," Maddie commented as she scrolled through his pictures. "Plus, it's actually probably a good thing that he's gay— no complications with you two then, and you can focus on yourself." "True. I don't know though... am I being crazy?" She chuckled, "Maybe; but you need this, and he's hot, so I support this decision 100%." "Thank you. That's exactly what I needed to hear." "Of course!" She said as she signed her credit card slip. "Now, Let's go find you the perfect outfits!”

Waves like electricity stung him and he moaned, soiling her with the last of his seeds. Kiara rolled, sighed in her sleep, and popped her eyes open when the smell of burnt rice wafted towards her. She didn't recall putting anything on fire, she shoved the duvets from her body. Her hands glided across her stomach, she paused wondering what slimy substance was on her body.

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

When the call connected, I demanded, "Daniel, did you just spend money on my credit card? Send it back right now." He not only refused but got angry. "So what if I used your money? We're married, right? Why are you so stingy? Chloe didn't have money for food, so I treated her. Learn to do a good deed for once." I retorted, "That money was for your family's surgery. If you don't return it now, they're really going to die!" "They're your family. Don't pin this on me." "Daniel, who are you talking to?"

Sasha couldn’t focus the entire next day. Her body still throbbed with phantom sensations – Jay’s rough hands gripping her hair, Liam’s thick cock stretching her wide, the taste of their combined lust still lingering on her tongue. Every time she crossed her legs, her pussy clenched, aching for more.