Romans & histoires King Of Lust

R*****t tried to ignite his owner's emotions. The King was silent, he stared far ahead at a tower high up on the cliff. His thin lips curled as his female reflection walked away clad only in a nightgown made of silk so thin that it clung to her body. "Nights like this you've been teasing me, Sweety. Did you miss me too?" "Then come, Master!" R*****t whispered in a spoilt tone. "You. Damn it, R*****t!" King Lycan's breathing was ragged, he was so excited that even though it was only a shadow it was able to wake up his long-unfettered desire.

King Lestat replied "Yes, you do. You kidnapped my mate, and now she has red eyes like a vampire. She is a werewolf so how did you turn her without killing her?" I asked. "She isn't just a werewolf. She is part vampire," King Lustat said "No, that is impossible. I know you are lying," I said "NO, I am not lying," King Lustat said, and I punched him in the face again. "Tell me the truth," I said

A part of who I am. And my mother would hate me displaying them. Good. Fuck her. Fuck everything about this day. But I would go through with it. I'd step down the aisle, Richard guiding me and giving me away. Not my father, he didn't deserve that title. I'd kiss Robert's thin lips and taste his tobacco-stained breath. I'd sign that fucking paperwork, selling my soul to this life. And then I'd rock the entire fucking kingdom. During the toasts, with my new mantle as Queen, I'd detail every single thing they did for power. Watch in delight as horror washed over the faces of the common people. I'd burn everything the nobles worked for to the ground.

She needed him to feel pity for her. I’ve changed locations and he always ends up finding me. This time he tried to rape me. At the mention of rape, Rios developed sudden hate for the guy he had no idea about. He hated guys who wanted to force their way on women even when the women didn’t give consent. I had earlier booked a reservation for a spa. I had gone there with the hopes of relaxing myself as I had been stressed out lately going from one company to the other trying to get my books published.

The king couldn't accept it! "My mistake? You mean yours?" "SILENCE!" This time, the king's face turned red. He didn't know what else to say. Leon couldn't be easily intimidated. "You've been seducing my daughter!" "Seducing? Hah!" Leon laughed again. He couldn't understand why the king thought he had tempted his daughter. "Even my wife is a thousand times more beautiful than your daughter. Why would I seduce her?" The king grew more furious. "How dare you!" He pounded the bars in frustration. The loud sound almost made Leon's head explode. The man's breath became more hurried, trying to control the truly disturbing noise.

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

The ache between my legs was unbearable, but as a prince, I had learned to control my basest urges. As I fought against my own desires, I observed her closely, watching as her lips trembled nervously. I could see the desire flickering in her eyes, and it only further fueled my own hunger. I couldn't help but lean in closer, my lips hovering just inches away from hers, teasing and tantalizing. I could feel the tension in the air, so thick it was palpable, and I knew I was not the only one affected by it.

Lucas's friends had a horrific track record with women, and Lucas himself was notorious for surrounding himself with vile, wealthy predators. "Excuse me," Alexander stated abruptly, completely dismissing himself from his family. He rushed toward the patio doors before a shrill woman's voice interrupted him. "Hello, Mr. King! How have you been?" a high-pitched voice purred. He stopped and glared. The woman was wearing a scandalously tight dress that squeezed her curves, her breasts practically spilling out of the fabric in a desperate attempt to gain his attention. He stared at her in total disgust. What the fuck does she want now?

His hand didn't leave mine as I struggled to cover my stained shirt. "I think I saw you in my class-" He said. "Don't scare her bro" His friend said as they laughed. He chuckled looking back at me. "I am not scary, Am I ?" He asked, I just looked away. Our college didn't have the stereotypes they showed in shows on N*****x or TV. But every college has the popular kids type. He was that. The popular guy every girl liked. He was liked by the teachers even cause he was pretty rich and very nice. Only to the girls. He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them.

I was already a mess, gripping the sheets like they could anchor me. “You’re barely taking my fingers,” he said, pumping them slowly. “How will you fare with my tongue… or my cock?” My breath caught at the promise in his words. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. Warm breath ghosted over my entrance, making me shiver. Then his tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe through my slit. I arched hard off the bed, a broken sound tearing from my throat. He licked and sucked with focused hunger, tongue pushing inside me, tasting everything. My hands flew to his hair again. Even like this — on his knees between my legs — he was still my king.