Romans & histoires King Of Lust

His beard was rough as it grazed her skin leaving red marks. He rubbed her breasts, forcibly putting them into his mouth and bit her erect nipple. “Ahh!” she screamed. This was torture that spoke of death, she thought. She closed her eyes, hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Keanna gasped as his finger began rubbing her clitoris. Instinctively she wiggled and the King who was trying to climb on top of her pinned down her body. “It seems pleasure is unfamiliar to your body.” he said as his breath fanned her face.

"Two fifty." "No, let's do five hundred." "Seven hundred." They started playing back-to-back with each other. One of them called the newly arrived 'The King of Poker' and that they described him as someone who wouldn't make any expression on his face at all. Yet, I couldn't take a peek and I know he knows it was me. "I'll go one million. I've got a lucky charm with me." Hugo tries to joke as everyone chuckles along with him. "A lucky charm that doesn't belong to you. I'll raise three million." He replied in a very serious tone.

"Your a dirty whore, aren’t you?” Dominik laughed as he watched Kairi swallow hard, and shift in her position. He could tell his dirty words turned her on. He groaned “Now lets see if I can make you cum just as fast.” With that he flipped her on her back and spread her legs wide open. He just stared at her wet freshly shaved cunt that was just dripping for attention. She squirmed under his stormy gaze. The storm in his eyes grew darker with lust and desire, there was something about that storm that made her want him even more then she already did and made her wetter then she already was.

“Left some hint of demon in you, I think. Soon though, I think you’ll be better.” I hope. Even the mention of the Kelpie could not distract the king from his lust. “All in this kingdom is mine...As is that woman there...” His voice became coaxing. “Give her to me. I want to fuck her.”

“I am Prince Ludwig Drozdov, the King of the Lykae. And you are Penny, a slave of my kingdom.” Adrenaline coursed through his veins as need for her made his lungs explode with anger. The pain from the wounds that he got freshly from the jackals, muted. All he felt was an overwhelming pressure in his shaft. A lust for this little creature pinned beneath him. He marveled her dedication to escape. He licked her nape and she shuddered. Primal lust. Primal instincts. Slowly he moved his hand down her body to cup her hips and it he had to strain his neck muscles to keep himself from roaring. Her hips fitted his palms. It was as if they were carved for him. He squeezed them. Instead of feeling repu

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes rolling back slightly. "Delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But I need more." He pushed her back slightly, his hands gripping her thighs. He leaned in, his tongue tracing a hot path up her inner thigh. Arora shivered, anticipation coiling in her belly. The king looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. "You're going to scream for me, Arora," he promised, his voice a low growl. "You're going to scream and beg and plead for more." He pushed her thighs wider, his tongue finally reaching her core.

He makes no point of hiding the admiration on his countenance, nor the intrinsic arouse in his pheromones… which quickly reached Callisto's nostrils. No matter how hard they try to camouflage it… there's lust. Lustful eyes are on his mate. Callisto clutches the glass so hard that it bursts in his hand, making the music to immediately stop. Everyone looks startled at the King, who's holding shards of glass across his hand. Blood and wine mix and drip down his fingers… along with an intense smell of hostility that makes some people lose the strength of their legs and fall to their knees. Rhea looks around startled, then at Callisto, who remains seated, with yellow eyes glowing fiercely.

The Lycan King didn’t speak as he carried Lunae to his chamber. His grip was hard, his chest rising and falling with barely-contained rage and something darker… desire and lust. Zephyr followed, his fists clenched, jaw ticking, his scent radiating heat and jealousy. The door slammed behind them. Lunae was tossed onto the bed like prey. The chains around her wrists clinked as she landed. Her heart thundered. “You think you can play gods against each other?” the King said, his voice was cold and filled with lust.

I let out a groan, but Lust only presses me into the wall. “You see that, Rome?” He screams in my face. “You may be the Lycan King, but when I get angry I am more powerful! Do not mess with me! What is this nonsense with you and the Queen? Why have suddenly retracted from her?” I smirk through the pain. “Why does my sex life infuriate you this much? You have a crush on me or what?” I am pulled off the wall and smashed into it again. Pain shoots into my head this time, and darkness crawls around my vision. At the force, the building shakes. It seems Lust has really gotten stronger, or maybe it is his anger as he had said.