Lady Dimitrescu Sex Novels & Stories

Ada Wong, the renowned freelance spy, found herself in a precarious position. After infiltrating Castle Dimitrescu in the heart of the Eastern European mountains, she was captured by the enigmatic and alluring Alcina Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle had a sinister plan for Ada and the other captive, a young woman named Evelyn. Alcina, with her striking beauty and an air of authority, stood before the bound women. "Welcome to my castle, my dears. You will serve a vital purpose here." Her voice was smooth like silk, yet laced with an underlying menace.

That edge of pleasure and pain had her dancing on the edge of a third orgasm. “Rayne…Oh, god...” Dimitri was losing himself in her. The way she moved her hips against his cock was taking him into a place he hadn’t been in years. Yes, they had sex in the limo, but that was nothing like this. She was so wet that he almost slipped out a few times. Dimitri smiled down at her when she started to push him off her. He moved away without a question; he didn’t want to force this. Dimitri was about to grab his boxers when she pushed him down on the bed. A smile danced on his face when she straddled him. The way she slipped his hard cock into her fiery core made him groan again.

[NADIA] After getting another round of hot sex out of our system, with both stayed sprawled out on the carpeted floor of his office, with me using his arm as a pillow. I sigh. “I can’t believe the kind of stamina I suddenly have.” Dimitri chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through my entire body. “And I can’t believe I get to make love to a woman without her screaming within five minutes how she can’t handle someone like me.”

Natalie “Lord Dimitri Orlov, Lady Martina Nikolson, Sir Lancly Warlock.” The announcement rang out like the toll of a bell, deep and ceremonial. My stomach tightened instinctively. And there he was. Dimitri Orlov. The same hauntingly elegant figure who had glided through the Cainebrielle Ball like some ancient noble stepped out of a painting. Flanking him were two others—a woman with icy composure and a man with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I tried to stay awake, but I was so tired because I was trying so hard to keep Ellie’s thoughts away. I didn’t want to…” Dimitri interrupted me when he pressed his hard dick against my pussy. “Later, Madeline,” he said sternly, making my entire body shiver. I obeyed. Of course I did. I would do absolutely anything he told me to do. His hand traveled down my body until his fingers flicked my clit gently. I cried out in pleasure. “I am going to fuck you, my Queen,” Dimitri said as he lowered his head and sucked on my nipple gently. “You are not getting out of this bed until you cum on my cock.”

“I want to watch you cum.” She bit her lip, arching her body: “Dmitry… More! Don’t stop!” “That’s it, fuck! She’s going to cum!” The Lycan vibrated. “Make her squirt for us! What an honor… To touch this sacred body… The descendant of Goddess Morrigan cumming because of us!” And she came, screaming, clutching the sheets, while Dmitry didn’t stop stimulating her, rubbing her clit frantically, making her soak the bed even more.

He climbs in between my legs, his arm supporting his weight as his free hand strokes my face. “Beautiful,” He whispers, then kisses my lips. He's rubbing his hard-on against my pussy while he kisses me. Dimitrius has always been so rough when we have sex but right now he's not rough at all. He takes his free hand and unzips his pants and frees the bulge that's been straining against his pants. He rubs it up in down my pussy my wetness coats him and before he sticks it in he lowers his neck to my mouth as I sink my fangs into his neck he pushes his cock inside me, a moan slips past my lips.

He smirks at her. Her eyes widen as she looks between us, finally understanding the corner she’s backed herself into. Just as she tries to speak, I grasp her hair, pulling her head back, leaving her neck exposed and vulnerable as Demitri steps in, kicking her legs apart with a swift, assertive motion. Without warning, he swings the paddle up between her thighs, striking her clit with a quick snap. She gasps, a wild scream escaping her, every muscle taut, helpless under the torrent of sensations.

She stepped closer and I took a step back, defeated. The woman Dimitri was with last night was her? Sandalwood and cinnamon enveloped her like some invisible canopy. She wore my husband's scent like some perfume. How dare she? How dare he? “I heard your cry last night and I apologize for what happened,” Larisa bowed her head. “Dimitri insisted I remained quiet but I couldn't… I was too horny to.” I clenched my fists at my side. “What?” Larisa crossed her arms over her chest. “Dimitri is good in bed although he's a bit rough. Animalistic, if you would but I'd give him a 5 star. You're lucky to experience this sort of thing, sis.”

Though the mark on my face suppressed most of my vampire strength, dealing with someone like her—baring teeth and claws—was no more difficult than teasing a cat. I stepped slightly to the left and, in passing, extended my foot just enough to trip her. Lily fell to the ground in an almost theatrical fashion, utterly disheveled. The crowd’s expressions shifted from shock to amusement; some even raised their phones to take pictures. I heard someone whisper, “Oh my God, does she even know who Lily is? She’s Mr. Norefax’s woman—Ethan’s stepmother!” “If Ethan finds out, she’s finished.” “At this point, not even God could save her.”