Lady Dimitrescu Smut Novels & Stories

“The Brigadiers have been waiting to test their share of the Blood Princess’s new pet.” I climbed onto the heavy oak table in the center of the room and immediately dropped onto my back, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pulling my knees toward my chest. My voice came out needy and broken. “Please, Brigadiers… use your shared Bratva toy. Stretch every hole while you talk business. Fill me with your loads. I need to feel what your rank does to a whore like me.” The senior Brigadier, a broad man named Dimitri with a thick beard and cold eyes, stood first. He dropped his pants and rubbed his massive cock along my slit before slamming it deep into my pussy in one powerful thrust.

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.”

Cynthia De'Lacruz is the name I recall. I'll never forget her. My Secretary entered seductively, revealing her boobs as usual, and I found it difficult to resist her because I still hadn't gotten over the girl with the grey eyes. She walked up to me, unfastening the upper button on my shirt and adjusting the tie, slid her hand into my trouser and damn it, I couldn't control myself any longer, I was already on the verge, and she just pushed me over.

“Master Lancelot, I have kindly offered you a beautiful lady. Why are you doing this to me?” “And you, Xyla Quest, what have you done to bewitch Master Lancelot?” Ada asked again. What were all these strange plots? Her plan was not supposed to end up this way. “Are you even worthy of calling her name? Slap her!” Christopher Lancelot’s tone was steady yet powerful. Very soon, the bald, middle-aged man approached Ada and raised his hand back, whipping it across her face mercilessly. Ada was struck dumb by the slap. She could even hear the buzzing in her ears.

She is the epitome of betrayal and lust, using people like pawns to get what she wants. Unit 3 - The Clean-Up Team, Dimitri who's got piercings all over his face click his tongue while looking smug. Dimitri is blunt and unflinching, a man hardened by years of dirty work. He’s built by war, his hands scarred from countless operations. His voice is rough, and he doesn’t sugarcoat anything. He is known for being meticulous since he ensures nothing is left behind when he cleans.

Curious as to what had captured her attention, I followed her gaze to find it landing on another group of Dhampir, this one containing none other than Dimitri. "Dimka," she called out in his direction. I began to think she had gotten his name wrong and was about to correct her when instead, the broad Dhampir reacted. Dimitri's head turned around just as she began to rush towards him and to my complete, utter astonishment the same excitement was reflected in him as well. It may not have been as desperate and pathetic as hers, but it was still there. Lady Ozera reached up towards him and pulled him in for a tight hug. He reached around with one arm and gently returned her embrace before pullin

I have a feeling I give too much away when it comes to Master D. When the woman's orgasm starts, Damian inserts the plug in her ass and Miss Screams A Lot lets loose. It's an irritating high-pitched cry, but I guess some men like it. Oh, Lydia, thy name is jealousy. I smile and at that moment, Damian looks straight into my eyes. His ignite and I return his gaze with answering flames before I can stop myself.

She opened her legs, shyness written on her face, which only provoked him more. Dmitry gasped. The sight of her open, wet pussy was enough to leave him on the brink of insanity. “Touch it,” he ordered, his voice hoarse, loaded with perverse pleasure. “I want to see how you make yourself cum… show me, malyshka (little one).” The blush on Susan’s face intensified, but her fingers slid between the wet folds, drawing a soft moan from her throat. Her hips arched slightly, and Dmitry’s eyes darkened.

he finished smiling as he raised the glass to his mouth, causing Laureti to burst out laughing. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, well, I'll give her to you, she's not my type, and I don't care how much she has under that awful mop she wears," Demetrio said wryly, even though he had seen huge, hard, pink breasts under the thick fabric of his secretary.

The damage has already done now I have to control it from further destruction. "Let me toast in the honor of our deal and the lady present here."Dimitri is playing with the cords of my patience.He knows it but why the hell he wants to test my sanity. I sit back defected in this situation.I have to cover up my emotions before Dimtiri takes a lead on my weakness.The drinks are served in no time. "For the beautiful lady."Dimtiri smiles creepy forwarding a glass for her. "Thank you for your generosity Dimitri but the lady doesn't take whiskey before dinner."I snatch the glass from his hand earning a glare from my stubborn mate.