Honey Lesbian Novels & Stories

He tries a few times, same reaction "I… I can't. I just… can't…” he says after the twelfth fail, stepping back. His face is red, he is sweating. As he is still thinking of what to, another healer- Healer Danabel- walks in “Holy cow!” she freezes when she sees me. Everyone in this pack knows that Danabel is a season lesbian even though she always tries to deny it. I guess this is one proof now. Danabel runs inside, her breast suddenly very perky. She cannot even stand a quarter of my scent.

“Lexie, dear, I think there’s someone outside. Looks like a visitor of Ram’s.” I frowned, confusion slicing through my exhaustion. Who would come at this hour? When I stepped out, my pulse faltered. Standing by the gate, poised and unapologetic, was Honey. His mistress. The woman who had shadowed my marriage like a curse, now dragging three large suitcases behind her as if she belonged here. Her lips curved into a smirk. “What a surprise. You’re still here,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. I stiffened. The urge to scream burned in my throat, but I swallowed it down. Months of trying to understand why Ram had ever let someone like her near our lives had taught me one thing, si

Only then did he pull off with a wet pop, licking the cum that had smeared on his lips with his tongue, eyes locked on me. He reached for the honey jar again. My legs were still spread wide, hole exposed and twitching from need. Alex used both hands to pull my cheeks apart, spreading me obscenely open. I felt completely vulnerable as he tilted the jar and poured a generous, thick stream of golden honey directly onto my hole. The sticky sweetness dripped down my crack, coating my rim and slowly sliding inside me. It felt warm, strange, and incredibly… Wonderful.

"Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry." She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently. Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen! He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring in the beehive, his faci

She also played the role of auctioneer during the auction for the Nether Viper Sword. Kaze recognized her. When he saw Honey approaching him, he knew the woman had something to propose. Honey smiled and said, “Mr. Lee, you are overthinking. I was invited by Blossoms Corporation to attend this banquet, I’m not here for you.” “Fine. Then what is this about?” Kaze asked as he nodded frivolously. Whether Honey was here for him or not, Kaze knew she was not just a beautiful woman but a vicious viper based on how she had handled the situation in the presence of the Viper’s Den.

"Lily! You're a lesbian, you can't say that word!" Lily chuckled. "Why not? I'm a product of that very same sperm-egg magic, okay? It's still not scientifically possible for two hot women to bump holes and produce a kid... yet. Give science some time, though. I'm sure they'll figure out a way to make lesbian reproduction a thing." "I'll give you some time." Chelsea laughed out before his expression turned serious, as he remembered his heart to heart conversation with Sarah, about Arc. "What's that sigh about? Spit it out," Lily prodded.

“Who is she ? And why did you bring her here ?” “This is … Damn, what was your name sweetheart ?” He tries to focus his eyes on her. She giggles, like it’s funny. “I’m Honey, Alpha Therian, you know that”. “Sure, I do”. He tries to wiggle his eyebrows, but looks more like he has a weird tick. “Honey, this is Honey, she wants to give me some honey”. “Oh you are so bad Therian”. She giggles again, sending me a mean glare.

"He took me once. It was... let's say enlightening." Honey's mind raced. A place where no one knew who she was, where she could be herself or anyone else, she wanted to be. Where she might finally discover if the problem really was her, as Riley had claimed, or if she was capable of pleasure with the right partner… not just her vibrator and her own fingers. "I don't know..." she began, though something inside her hummed with curiosity. "Just think about it," Lauren said, pulling out her phone. "I still have the contact information. They screen everyone extensively. Security is tight. No one would ever know you were there."

Me well, I do like a woman and she is stunning. Honey is her name, and she is a bartender in our strip club called Lust. Honey is also a survivor of domestic violence. She fled her hometown and settled down here. Apparently, her husband attacked her, and she defended herself, stabbed him and ran. So was so timid and scared when she came to us for help, but it didn’t matter what she did, she survived and so she works for me. But even though I have feelings for her, I know she is still dealing with her past trauma. What do I do?

“What do you think? Isn’t it too exciting? Besides, I know that this plan of mine is not in any way a taboo or two from the grand plan that HE already set and written. Am I right? No, I am right.” He then laughs maniacally. Like a mad man, no, more than a psychotic one. “What can you say?” “One point.” Honey drops her condition. “Who is the person that you will feed this dark plan of yours into the mouth of hell?” Honey directly asked and without any second thoughts from her words. Her point and very nature that Christopher loves about her. Loves to strike a deal with her. “Oh! You know her, you all knew her. Her name is,”