Lilith Fury Nude Novels & Stories

Lilith. I opened the feed. Clicked into the live view. At first, I thought it would be nothing. Just her reading. Maybe on her phone. Maybe asleep. But what I saw... Damn. Lilith was alone. Thinking. Contemplating. Touching her lips. Then lower. She was clearly trying to stop herself. Fighting it. But God, it was sexy as hell. She stopped like she was doing something wrong….but then, She started again. My eyes were glued to the screen as she revealed her lace panties, the thin fabric doing little to hide the outline of her pussy.

Lilith stood in the doorway. She wasn’t wearing the blood-red robe this time. She’d changed into something deceptively simple: a black silk slip that clung to every lethal curve, thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her long red hair spilled loose and wild, catching the afternoon light like liquid fire. The half-healed wound on her ribs was barely visible now—just a faint pink line against flawless skin. And those violet eyes… Goddess, they glowed faintly, like amethysts lit from within. Isabella actually gasped—loud, involuntary, the sound of someone who just got hit with a truck made of sex appeal.

"But you dragged me out before I could finish ripping the underworld's throne apart." Ronan let out a low whistle from somewhere behind me, and I heard him light a cigarette. "You know, I thought the Titans were the main event today. I was way off." Lilith stood up, completely naked, coated in black ash that clung to her skin like a second layer. Her body was freezing cold, radiating this death magic that made my teeth ache, and I could see her skin starting to turn translucent around the edges like she was fading into mist.

Her eyes were now wide open and her mouth formed a silent 'o' as she battled the urge to cry out in ecstasy. Noticing this, Oliver quickly took over, his hands holding steadily to her ass cheeks and thrusted into her hard. Oliver watched her face contort as several small climaxes hit her, then she scrunched up her face in pleasure and screamed "Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard! Fuck! Yesss, yes, yes, yes, C'mon Oliver, FUCKKKKKKKKKK!" Lilith kept bouncing wildly on his shaft as her groans went on and on until finally her body began to buck as a wild orgasm erupted in her.

Their slick folds slapped together, the friction building fast. Lilith’s head fell back. “Fuck..yes..just like that…yes, Ava, fuck, yes..” Ava sobbed, grinding harder. Lilith’s moans turned into filthy gasps. “You’re so wet..so perfect…gonna come all over your fucking clit, you little office slut..” Ava screamed. “Please, ma’am, I’m..I’m gonna..” “Come with me,” Lilith ordered. “Now.” And they did.

“Stay away from me! Come any closer, and I’m going to shout!” Unfortunately, Javier did not care about this at all. In fact, he even had a lustful grin on his face as he looked at Lilith’s chest. His relentless gaze immediately left Lilith’s face burning hot, feeling as though she had been r*ped by Javier’s gaze. A moment later, Javier was no longer just looking at her but even began running his hands on her. Lilith was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her chest with both hands. Her eyes were also shut tight, not knowing what she should do.

Neither do I. I wear my Mafia princess mask perfectly, blinking my eyes rapidly at Rayne like a wet puppy. "What the fuck are you doing, Lilith," he hisses. I shrug nonchalantly. "Is this not what you asked for? A willing and obedient wife. I am giving her to you." The reaction on his face is priceless. He seems to be unsure of what to feel, horror or fluster? "So this is willing and obedient to you?" He questions. "Is it not? Or are our definitions countering?" I grin widely. "We do not have to talk to much. I am hungry and we are in Paris, the city of light. Just bring out your black card and let's spend away, baby," I finish with a wink.

They rose like devils. The first to reach her was a statuesque female vampire named Lilith--pale skin, blood-red lips, heavy breasts with pierced nipples. She grabbed Freya by the hair and yanked her into a brutal kiss. Their tongues battled, fangs nicking lips so blood flowed freely between their mouths. Lilith’s hand shoved between Freya’s thighs, two fingers plunging roughly into her cum-slick cunt. “So full of our Lord’s load already,” Lilith purred against her lips. “Let’s make it messier.”

The black lacy thong in my hand as my other hand slips into my waistband, I grab my cock as I lay her panties over my face and start to stroke myself. I close my eyes and try to picture her with her dainty little mouth wrapped around my thick length. The laughing is loud but I try to ignore it as I keep pumping my cock. ‘You really are twisted, and that coming from me the God of torment’ He says almost sounding like a fucking hyena. He starts to flash me pictures of my mate, refusing to allow me to have any pleasure.

It is like the strong gush of wind enters the area. As the motorcycle stops at the private parking area of Blythe’s, there they saw was a woman wearing all black clothes, taking off her black helmet. Her long black curly hair was revealed showing her regal angelic face and non-emotion eyes. She has a height of 158 centimeters and has a perfect body shape where her butt and waist make the men out there drool at her existence. She was wearing a long sleeve leather jacket with white tops inside revealing a bit of her flawless skin, long pants denim jeans, ankle-covering boots, and black gloves. She straightly walks towards the black elevator door intended for the Blythe’s only and pushes button