Lady Dimitrescu Smut Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, Henry remained calm. I dragged her into the ladies' restroom and locked the door behind me. I had a present for her, and it wouldn't be appropriate to give it to her publicly. It was a vibrator I bought from A****n, intending to try it with her. I intended to torture her with it, to make her crave me even more, perhaps to the point of begging for it. "You better not pull it," I threatened. "You will come begging," I said and exited the ladies' room.

“I’m good, thanks.” I turn to walk away, but Greg stops me by grabbing hold of my arm, pulling me back toward him. “You still reading those smutty books that get you so turned on you become ravenous?” Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free.

But the difference between the two was that while Marcus spelt danger even by appearance, Dimitri's appearance was more of an angel but those who crossed his limits would always see the devil in him. " What?" shouted David and Marcus at the same time. The fact that their friend Dimitri was talking about a lady was something practically unheard of. He would always react with scorn whenever the friends raised any topic related to women. Dimitri who heard the reaction of his friends was obviously displeased. " What do you mean by what? I said that I Just met a goddess today. " Dimitri said. " Where are you? are you sure you are alright and don't have a fever? maybe you saw her in your dreams."

“Let us talk about this in private where we do not have such an interested audience.” Dimitri snorted and grabbed the bottle of vodka from the table, taking a swig straight from the bottle which was half empty. “And let you trick me more than you already have? You promised me a union with your niece, but instead she is willing to spread her legs for every man beside me.” A gasp ran through the room as the accusation reached the spectators’ ears, and I’m pretty darn sure that the whole kingdom would be told that I am a massive whore.

Leanne goes down to the garden, and on her way she feels very thirsty, so she decides to go to the kitchen to get some juice to compensate for the blood that Maxmus had sifted from her. maid 1 quickly; No, no, no, His Highness Prince Dimitri is the one who resembles His Majesty the King, for he is very violent like him. Can't you hear the women's screams at night from his wing? Maid 2 quietly: We don't deny that Prince Dmitry is a bit violent but Prince Demian is also violent, I can hear women's moans from his suite at night he's beautifully violent hahahaha Maid 3 laughed; It's a whine of pleasure, my dear, ha-ha-ha

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

She looked up at him, eyes fierce, and took him even deeper. Permission. Dimitri's control shattered. He came with a groan, spilling down her throat, his entire body going rigid with the force of it, he held her head there while Eve drank his cum like milk. She swallowed everything, kept working him through it, until he was gasping and oversensitive. Finally, she released him, sat back on her heels, and smiled. "Welcome back," she said softly. Dimitri stared at her....on her knees, water streaming over her body, wearing nothing but wet lace panties and a satisfied smile.

Damon pov i know some people may think am just been evil but what can i say i derive pleasure in killing,but plus i have to feed in other to be strong and that is what draven has failed to understand. so i decided to pay a visit to a new friend the lady i left alive at the place she worked,i just sat at the bar waiting to see if she would recognize me, then she said "i know you", "do you? well thats unfortunate" i said " I don't know how but your face looks familiar from the last night i was attacked" , " are you sure lady think again" i said " i remember your the vampire that bit me!" she said with full assurance that was when i knew draven action didn't work at all.

"I don't know. Torture him, burn him alive. Whatever we can do." When Dracula sent a picture of Vlad getting electrocuted, Dimitri burst into laughter. "Look. Look at him," he showed me his screen and chuckled. "The boy has always been a stubborn brat. And I'm glad you're not like him." I couldn't look at the picture. It was so gory. I shuddered. Vlad was covered in dazzling lights, convulsing. "Don't tell me you're a coward. Look at the damn thing."