Lesbianromance Novels & Stories

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.

Some hell are better than the others, he thought. "I promise." He groaned. She burrowed deeper into him. "I'll never leave you, Dane, you know that, right? You come first....always." Dane would bet that the whole heavens were probably laughing at him from up there. So many people have gone and fallen in love with who they never should have fallen for....but he must be the first in history to fall for a straight-from-birth lesbian who is incapable of feeling any sort of sexual attraction for a man.

Rosa says as she raises an eyebrow in a dirty way. Lena chuckles “Don’t mess straight people, babe...” Lena says as she leans her hand on my thigh. “That's spaghetti till it's wet…” I raise an eyebrow as my eyes point to Rosa. Rosa scoffs “I may be a sick lesbian milf but I’ve got a couple of tricks to conquer girls!” Rosa says. “Damn…” I say in a high tone and chuckles. Rosa and Lena laughing hard… “I like your tits too!” Rosa says as she points her eyes to Lena.

"She might enjoy that, though I warn you. Even though we've gotten her to loosen up a little and accept sexual favors from females, she's shown no inclination to lick cunt in return, Mistress." "Well, I always have you for that, don't I?" "Yes, Mistress, you do. Lisa, Rhonda and I. Rhonda is a lesbian and the best cunt licker here. She has to get ready for work at 10:30, but until then, she's yours." "That's another story I need to hear. How you acquired a lesbian slave." "We definitely have a lot to discuss, Mistress, and the whole evening to discuss it. I can even tell you while Rhonda licks your cunt, if you can pay sufficient attention, or while you're licking Shasta if you're inclined t

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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.

In other words, he was a total nightmare for the underdog like Olive. Nora and Ryan practiced around the field, it gave them plenty of time to flirt. We saw Ryan leaning forward to whisper something in Nora's ear and she laughed. Oh yes, a knife stab to Olive's heart and my best friend sighed painfully. I knew it must be hard to see that drop-dead-gorgeous couple, and I tried to be sympathetic but she shrugged it off. "No, no. Nora and Ryan - they're perfect together. They're baseball royalty," she explained. "Actually they're like the sports gods living on Mount. Olympus playing baseball like the Olympians they are. This is how it should be."

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

His mouth claimed hers, his fingers trailing down her body, reigniting the spark. "Again," he whispered against her lips. "I need to feel you again." Luna smiled, wicked and soft. "Then take me, Alpha." And he did. That night, long after the echoes of battle had faded, the stronghold heard a different kind of cry—raw, primal, filled with love and lust and the unbreakable bond of a Queen and her Alpha. Their storm was not just in battle. It was here, in their bed, in their love—wild and eternal. And together, they would face whatever darkness dared come next.

His voice—low and rough—murmured something Aria couldn’t hear, and Liora’s answering laugh was bright, cruel, and full of ownership. Aria’s body refused to move. She felt both invisible and exposed, as though the air had been stripped away from her lungs. Her wolf, Serena, whimpered inside her mind, but the sound was faint, distant—like it came from another life entirely. Liora’s fingers slid into Damien’s hair, nails grazing his neck, and she whispered something loud enough for Aria to catch: “Better than some pitiful little servant, hmm?” Damien’s answering hum was deep, unbothered. He didn’t even need to say yes. His indifference said enough.