Leveling Through Lust Novels & Stories

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

I shoved back into her pussy for a final few pumps, unloading the last of it deep inside her womb, feeling it mix with what was already there. We both panted heavily, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, and as she shifted, her pussy made these wet, bubbling sounds, pushing out some of my seed in little farts that dripped down. Aradia laughed darkly, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Every filthy fuck feeds me more power—your cock is my leash now," she said, her eyes gleaming with triumph. I felt the rune burn hotter on my chest, the veins spreading out like roots under my skin, digging deeper, and the addiction to this lust grew stronger, like it was becoming part of me, un

I think back to the feeling of our bodies pressed together, the heat of his body, the hardness of him, yes, he was hard, I did spot it on accident, and curiosity, and desire, a thick headed mix, had me touching him, just lightly. My body shivers even now. I don’t know much, but fuck, he is big. Surprisingly so, I don’t know what I was expecting, but the tent in his pants had looked so unreal, then I touched him, felt him, he was real, he was big, and now I am even more hooked. Lust, and want, thick as ever wraps itself around my neck, I can barely breathe through it, I want him so bad. “So we have something to bargain with, William seemed really worked up about her…” I force myself to speak,

he murmured, voice smooth, concealing the fire that had been ignited inside him the moment he saw those damning pages. Trina moved closer, hands brushing the counter, her fingers just barely grazing his. “Strong, just for you,” she whispered, eyes locking onto his. That whisper, that touch, set a slow, deliberate burn through him. Desire and strategy twined together in his mind, each thought sharpening the edge of his plan. He sipped his coffee, trying to savor the warmth while hiding the tension coursing through him.

she said, voice trembling despite her attempt at control. Lucian’s smirk softened into something more genuine, almost unreadable. “Space is a luxury in our world, Sienna,” he murmured. “And yet, you make it hard for me to enforce it.” Sienna exhaled sharply, the tension coiling in her chest making her feel simultaneously alive and terrified. She walked away, each step deliberate, her mind spinning with the reality of him—the danger, the allure, the undeniable attraction.

Soon I found myself grinding forward trying to meet his hard deep thrust. Don’t fall for it, don’t fall for it. I coached myself over and over again. But my moans just got louder and filled with more and more lust. At that moment I thought about Niky. But, my lust for Rhys starts to over power those thoughts. Just give in!!! You know he’s gonna give you as many orgasms you want. He’ll fuck your brains out and you know it!!! My desire yelled in my head. She was starting to over power me, I knew soon enough nothing else would matter. I was going to give in, I knew Rhys could tell. I mean I thrusting myself against him, I was pushing my breast up so that he could get better access. Plus my moan

"Greedy. Little. Girl." My nipples pebbled even more as a wash of pleasure licked at my clit. "Give me what I want." "Greedy," he repeated with a punishing thrust. I whimpered, my body strung tight. "I'll keep fucking you. Bring you right to the edge only to rip it away from you," Thane claimed with slow, lazy thrusts. Not nearly enough to break me apart. And he knew that.

I knew he was trying to rattle me, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "I'm not going to play this game with you, Davis" I said, my voice steady. He leaned closer, his face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my lips. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the urge to kiss him. But I stopped myself. I was not going to be like the other girls, swooning over him and falling for his charms. He tried to kiss me but I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. The look of shock on his face was priceless.

The man ordered as he called his wife's name thrice and the name of the baby thrice. “Good job, now stab them both in the heart." The master ordered again. Leo hesitated for a while before doing so. He stabbed the child first before proceeding to the wife. “Good job, it is done." The master said as they began chanting again. “La hustle or else La wuuu!" A couple of minutes later, everyone had disappeared and then Leo snuck out of the room peacefully as if nothing had been done. He walked back to his room as his wife woke up and smiled at him

His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded. He reached down and slowly unclipped the lace garter, sliding the delicate straps down her legs with deliberate care, leaving her in nothing but the sheer stockings and one remaining heel. His gaze dragged over every inch of her—red handprints on her hips, bite marks on her neck, the way her pussy still fluttered and leaked. Without warning, his large palm came down in a sharp, wet slap directly against her soaked pussy. Hazel jolted hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure.