Leveling Through Lust Novels & Stories

I continued the movements, not only because of what he said but also because I didn't want the otherworldly pleasure I was experiencing to stop or be interrupted at that moment. Marius still held my waist, his hand acting as the support and resembling the driver holding the steering wheel. In other words, even if I was on top, my boyfriend remained in control of everything we were doing. He still maintained dominance, and that was perfectly fine with me. I enjoyed it because, while earlier I was experiencing pleasure at level seven, now I felt like I had reached level eight. Yes, I knew that the highest level, level ten, was within my grasp, and I would patiently await the approach to and at

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”

“You can.” His tongue pressed against her again and he sucked her fluttering clit into his mouth. His tail kept going, fucking into her with ruthless abandon, all while his sinful mouth devoured her clit. It was bad. But so good. It shouldn’t be happening. But gods it was. It was forbidden, this kind of reckless lust. The elders used to preach about lust like this, about this kind of reckless desire. Adelaide would laugh about it as Liam explored her willing body. But this was more. More destructive. More volatile. This was The Devil.

“You had a clear goal. A defined desire. You wanted to learn control because you wanted to come. You had every reason to push yourself.” I stared at him, incredulous. “So what—you’re saying I only did well because I was horny?” He shrugged unapologetically. “It helped.” “You’re a menace.” “I’m your menace,” he said smugly, dragging a finger along the curve of my hip. “But listen to me, Elira. Lust is easy to channel. It’s primal. Physical. When the reward is that immediate—release, connection, pleasure—your magic has something to attach itself to. It gives the beast inside you something to sink its teeth into.”

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

Lucian grabbed my shoulder with a grin, "Brother. It seems you underestimated yourself around a mate. Wait till you hear about your kid. Congratulations by the way." What was he… why the fuck were they talking in parables? I hurried after Seth to find him in dad's study, flipping through books of Lust. Books I've barely gone through just because. "Apparently, it's a thing when a part of lust from one bigger source can locate, and in our case, switch locations with each other. Also known as teleportation." he slammed the book shut. "He must've activated it with strong yearnings of you in the… heat of the moment."

He used his thumb and forefinger to roll her sensitive clit. “Ah… Ahhh!” “Look how wet you are. You’re such a little pervert,” he chuckled, sliding her underwear down to her ankles. “That pussy is looking right at me.” Nuna trembled, her skin flushed hot. As he moved lower, his lips grazed her inner thigh, making her writhe. He parted her folds, revealing the glistening nectar flowing in a steady stream. Leo groaned, his breath hitching at the sight. He touched his tongue to her clit.

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

"I also cheated. I also fucked your best friend. Multiple times. Rough and desperate and secret. And it also didn't mean anything. I don't love Dean. I never have. I love you. Only you." Gray stared at her, his chest tight, his heart hammering. "But I shouldn't have even thought of Peny that way. Shouldn't have looked at her, wanted her, taken her—" "And I shouldn't have looked at Dean," Natalie interrupted again, her thumb tracing his cheekbone. "Shouldn't have let him touch me, fuck me, mark me. But lust was in the way. Lust doesn't care about should or shouldn't. It just wants. And we both wanted. And we both took. And here we are."

But deep down, a tiny winy part of me knows he does. “Listen, Lustre, you have only one purpose in this game, seduce him, get him completely addicted to you, get his secrets out of his mouth, get to know the reason why he’s that powerful? Is that too much for you to do? You’re all pretty face, banging body, and a tight hole and you should use that to the best of your ability, am I clear?” I tilted my head up to blink back tears. “Yes,” I replied solemnly, “and for all that matters, I’m already making progress, we’ve gotten involved physically countless times but it has always been on his terms. My body is not that useless.”