Harry Potter Vegas Harem Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

She whimpered, gripping the fur like her life depended on it. Manny smacked her ass, hissing. “You'll take his cock like a good slut, remember?” She nodded, recalling her words from earlier. But Harry was fucking her way too intense. Her eyes snapped close as he pounded into her, the sound of his thighs hitting her ass resounded through the room. He wasn't gentle on her, his dick constantly hit against her the sweet sensitive spot in her pussy, driving her insane and wet for him. Penny had no idea this was just the beginning. The Hargrove brothers were insatiable and had a lot of dirty fantasies that she would have to fulfil.

I welcome them eagerly, feeling two of his fingers gently preparing me. "Wow... This place is full of my seed," Harry whispers excitedly. "You made love to me all afternoon without stopping. It's pretty obvious it would end up like this," I reply shyly. "I'm not complaining. I like it. I love that you're mine." Harry kisses my lips hungrily while withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his large cock, making me gasp and tremble with anticipation. I forget all the pain I felt before, replaced by the deepest pleasure.

Until she spoke I was certain she was a figment of my imagination, product of my sleep deprived mind. After all, it wouldn’t be completely far fetched to say I was starting to see her after I laid awake last night, trying and failing not to look next door. I was still processing it. Regina Vega had been in my room, my bedroom and would have stayed the night if she didn’t find out how much of a creep I actually am. Even now. It’s like I’m addicted.

” I stared at the words until they blurred. Then I looked at what was left of Viktor. “Tomorrow,” I told the ruin in the chair, “someone is going to smell hope on my woman’s skin. And you’re going to be the reason she never has to smell fear again.” Another question; why did I think she was my woman? Why do I say those words so confidently? Viktor sagged in the chair, barely conscious, gurgling through blood and broken teeth. I leaned in close. “Tell your boss,” I whispered, “Kross Varkas is coming.

"Pure fucking addiction, the kind that wrecked my control in college, had me on my knees begging for your screams. I'm ready to worship every dripping inch of you. Just say the word.” It had been a long time since I had last been called “Darcie” but oh lord, it felt so damn good rolling off their perfect mouths. I knew they were ready to worship me and that's exactly what I needed today. Noah's fingers dug deeper into my thigh, thumb circling dangerously close to lace. Steve's hand slid up my back, nails scraping silk. Josh's knee nudged wider, breath ragged. No words needed, I rose like a goddess, leading them to the shadowed VIP room I had booked while driving here.

Persephone cried. She could hear another heavy breathing and the thumping of heart as quickly as her own. In the deep silence, right in front of her eyes, a radiant face revealed itself, first the elegant narrow jaw then the proud cheekbones and the pair of shimmering eyes as black as the river Styx. Silken strands of raven hair unraveled and flowed heavily over a set of slender shoulders. Hades finally appeared from the dark as she removed the Helm of Invisibility from her head. Persephone gasped at the sight of the goddess and she quickly backed herself away in fright.

She begins to rock her hips as she licks her lips, her eyes trained on me. As I watch her, my mind replays the night I used the magic wand on Rose. Her eyes were not so haunted as the woman splayed before me. They were full of wonder and an appreciation that melted my heart, making me want to please her even more. Her cries were not cocky and exaggerated like this woman’s. They were full of desire and love. Rose's moans call out to me, not repell me like this. I taste the bile rise in the back of my throat. I walk over to her and grab the wand. “No one touches or uses my magic wand, except for me and Rose. Now get your slimy coochie off my bed and get out!”

Emma raised her voice and asked back, “Do you think I will believe you? If I really believe you, then I will be an idiot." Last night he told her he only wanted her once. But what about the end result? She had to cry out for surrender 4-5 times before he let her go, and before leaving her body, he also teased her. Thinking back to last night, Emma still couldn't help but blush. For the first time, Harry showed off all his licentiousness in front of her like that. It seemed like his sweet and vulgar whisper still echoed in her ears, “Baby, please. Say, "Master, please f*ck me, it is my honor to serve you."”

"Alright, fine. Since that's what you want, I'll just let you die here, and then I'll become the leader of the group." He taunted me, and I chuckled, closing my eyes and falling into unconsciousness. It's going to be another day filled with horrible nightmares. But I don't really care. MISSION VEGAS: DARK FORCES At Harville Hills, there was a large flower garden, and beautiful flowers could be seen. The place was very fragrant, with different scents. Many people were sitting around tables chatting and smiling, and the atmosphere was warm and friendly. Eléonor sat amongst the crowd, wondering if there was ever a bad man sitting and smiling amidst these innocent-looking individuals.

She lowers a shimmering dome around us, and I feel the tug of realm-shifting magic. One blink later, we’re in Valhalla—in a bedroom big enough to house a small army. I don’t bother looking around. All I see is the enormous bed—and Hermes. I start stalking toward him, JoJo by my side. “I said wait until I left!” Hecate groans, and the door slams shut behind her. I don’t stop. I move behind JoJo, grab the hem of her shirt, and pull it over her head. Her bra’s off a second later.