Impregnating Her Novels & Stories

She nodded pulling me into a comforting hug, I sighed against her body, relaxing. "You're welcome. You do realise we're going to be sisters one day." I smiled a little brighter at the thought. "I know." - 4 days later. (Third Person) She looked around the store, trying to find the perfect, ingredients for dinner, with the lessons Alessandro gave her, she felt like she could whip up a simple meal. "Need any help?" She turned to the person who asked and shook her head. "I'm fine, thanks," She walked away, but she could feel the woman gaze on my back, she sighed feeling like the woman would be a problem later.

The light from the great doors rimmed her hair in stubborn fire. “Say it,” I told her. “What.” “What you’re not saying.” She sighed. “I don’t have all my memories. But I remember this feeling. When a god can’t own you, he rewrites the room so the room wants him. Daren’s not a god. He’s… efficient.” “And you’re immune,” I said, trying to make it a blessing, not a weapon. Her smile was sad and sharp. “I’m getting there.” “Stay with me while you do,” I said.

A single tear welled and traced a path through the blue paint on her cheek. “Ah,” he murmured, catching the tear with his thumb before it could fall. “Even the salt must be sealed.” He brushed a tiny spot of varnish over the damp trail, laminating her grief to her cheek. He worked his way around her back, varnishing every inch. When he finished, she was entirely encased in a layer of hard, shiny plastic. She glistened under the studio lights like a pagan idol, a grotesque, beautiful artifact of obsession. She could not sit. She could barely move without feeling the tight, glossy shell constrict.

she murmured. I brushed my thumb along her spine. “You don’t have to rush.” “I know,” she said sleepily. “But I like finding them.” As she drifted off, Inferno spoke quietly, not to her, but to me. She strengthens the Haven in ways blood never could.

“SAVE HER. Make her live again if she’s yours. Don’t be a selfish bastard who couldn’t treat a woman right and ignored the divine bond that bonded you two together.” My hands trembled, and my canines grew. Eyes turned red. I climbed on the bed, her body trapped between my knees. I grabbed her from the back and buried my mouth in her neck.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m about to give you something better than that.” Picking her up I swiftly sat her on the edge of the bed then kneeled in front of her placing her legs over my shoulders. The moment my tongue licked up her core she moaned my name. I wanted to make her cry my name out all night. I wanted her to remember that she was mine. She said we were starting over but I needed to imprint myself on her.

Although a part of me is annoyed, my impatience takes over, and I refuse to make her wait any longer. She pulls me towards her, the scent of her desire filling the air as she guides me to her entrance. I thrust forcefully, matching her preference for intensity. I observe her breasts bouncing vigorously, driven by our passionate rhythm. With every thrust, she becomes increasingly wet, her legs wrapping around my hips, urging me deeper. “Your needy today,” I playfully remark, before tenderly licking the mark that elicits a contented purr from her.

Sync. The sight of her, impaled on the carved wood, juices slicking her thighs, drove me wild. She rocked slow, hand reaching back to stroke my cock, hard and leaking. Tension coiled tight; the full moon's light seeped through cracks, silver on her skin. 'Silas... join me.' She pulled the plug free with a gasp, then guided me to her ass, slick and ready.

Her thighs clenched around him. A wave of intense longing washed over him. He wanted to fulfill her desires, to give her whatever she craved. "Please... I need you," she whimpered, appearing vulnerable without his presence. It tugged at his heartstrings and intensified his own desire. He had to remind himself that she was still recovering from the traumatic accident. He could cause her further harm if he were to mate with her now. She needed complete healing before she could accept his bond.

Only what she said. Drown in the bitterness of Trust’s cruel words now, just like I did then. “Begging for mercy is no different than praying to a God who doesn’t care, little girl.” the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes hissed. Her fangs as full of venom as her teal eyes were a new kind of fire I’d never known. I couldn’t tell if her hair was purple or blue there so many streaks of both. Her skin looked pearls, and she smelled like fresh baked cake.