Light Gore Novels & Stories

"Crimson Fang will never fall!" Lyralei watched the celebration with her jaw tight, her borrowed dagger still clutched in her hand while black blood dripped from the blade onto her already ruined dress. Her chest burned where the gold marks flickered beneath torn silk, dimming now that the immediate danger had passed but still warm enough to remind her they existed. Gerald's red eyes found hers across the clearing. That smirk shifted into something sharper as he studied her face, really looked at her for the first time since he'd made the kill. His expression changed completely when he noticed something there, his brows drawing together as realization dawned across his features.

Before Harlow could react, Gore pulled her back on top of him, spread both her legs by using his, then pinned her hands by her side by only using one of his hand. "What are you doing?" She squealed. Gore said nothing as his other hand hooked her belt. Then his claw cut it away. After that, he undo her jeans. "Gore!" She tried to wiggle away. He gently bit the tip of her ear. “Shh." He ran his tongue over the back of her ear. Gore growled out as his index finger found Harlow’s moist flesh, "gods, you are ready." Gore's finger circles her clitoris, causing her to moan out. He took that as a good sign, then gentle stroke her.

“You need to do more. You need to be rougher.” He was aware of very little these days. His entire world revolved around making love to Angel. He knew sex was getting more aggressive, but, even so, he still kept the romance and foreplay in it. Bending her over and taking her on the table without any warm up like he did was not the norm. She felt dry and abrasive instead of moist and smooth. He’d hoped that a few moments of being in her would have excited her enough to lubricate her, but she stayed dry the entire time. The fact that she gave no complaint caused the little piece of his mind that was still attached to reality to wonder, but it was such a small piece that it bore no impact on