Lesbian One Shots Novels & Stories

“Like I have said before Ellie, when I want something, I get it. No matter the cost, and with whatever force necessary. I couldn’t care less about a mate bond with a girl I have no intentions of loving. I told you I want to be with you, and I intend on making you mine. You will love me, and you will be my Luna. Even if it takes time.” I can’t comprehend what is going on as I stand there frozen. I look at Victoria who was still on the ground, clutching her heart. Through the tears streaming down her face she glares at me, like she is ready to kill. “You have taken not one, but two Alphas from me, you bitch! I was born to be a Luna. I promise you I will kill you for this!” I am still in shock

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

I returned to the photos curious what else they took pictures of, realizing what I had seen so far was just the tip of the iceberg. The next dozen pictures were all of Janice again with her head buried between each of the three girl's legs. The pictures didn't get close enough to see any of the girl's cûnts or Janice's tongue. I imagined she was licking away. Some were close-ups of Janice's head between their legs (the couple shots of Janice between Kara's again looking incredibly cool). Some showed the girl's lips pursed or moaning, only confirming my original deduction that Janice was lapping away. Before then, I had read enough lesbian stories to know Janice was either blackmailed or was

She leaned over and passionately smothered her lover with wanton kisses of her parted lips. While her wounded heart pounded and her body being aroused by such striking beauty, the lamp disgorged a drop of burning oil from the tip of its flame and fell upon the goddess's right stomach. It was unspeakable and unforgivable to taint a glorious body of a god - a crime punishable by death.

"You like her, don't you?" "One of these days, I'll put you in a jar and pickle you along with the rest of the olives," I said, but she just grinned. Olive glanced back at Charlotte, who was taking out her camera from her bag. "I bet she has feelings for you, Darci," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Are we here to practice or talk about straight girls?" I said. "How do you know she's straight?" "Hello, look at her!" I said.

I say. “Of course I do… you stupid fucking weird ass lesbian” Alaia says. “You’re sad lonely creep bitch” I say. “Uhh… I love you badly bitch” Alaia groan as she pinching my cheek. I get closer to Alaia and facing her, my face is about 10cm from her “You know… Lena is the first person who could make me cum ten times in one night” I say and I laugh. Alaia stares at me as she heavily inhales and bulged “Wow… that’s excessive” She says.

My need pressed against my skin and my lungs that my breath became uneven. Heat spread through me, low and slow, settling deep between my thighs. I clenched and unclenched my fists slowly , breathing in slowly to get myself back, my wolf was already scratching to be let out, I haven't had sex since I came here , my hands were the only thing that gave me pleasure. I swallowed hard and opened my eyes slightly.

Today marked my 52nd attempt at holding the Luna Coronation Ceremony with Alpha Callum Nash. This time, I blocked all external mind links. The only guests permitted to enter the sacred grounds were our closest blood relatives. Burning with fever, I forced myself to swallow my discomfort and review the final ceremonial details with the elders. Not far away, Callum was on one knee in the lounge. He was carefully applying medicine to Seraphina Vance, the Omega who claimed she had twisted her leg.

She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom. With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand. It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I'd come myself. I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense. * "Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know."