Lion King Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

His passion suddenly surged as if intentionally stimulated. "Ah, how's this? I'm enjoying my prey," Mei Ling whispered while gripping Leon's chin. The girl passionately kissed Leon, then wildly played with her tongue. "Mmhh... arghh!" For a moment, Leon felt a confusing sensation between lust and alertness. But he bit Mei Ling's tongue when a flash of light suddenly flickered between them. "You scoundrel!" Leon grumbled with forced consciousness. Leon was angry at himself for almost falling into Mei Ling's game.

Denise gasped sharply. “Liam—stop!” But he didn’t look at her. Not even once. The man struggled, panicking now. “I wasn’t— I didn’t—” Liam leaned closer. And for the first time, Denise saw it. Something faint in his eyes. Not just anger. Something animal. Feral. “You heard my warning,” Liam said quietly. The man trembled. “I didn’t know she was yours—” That word changed everything. The air went still.

Peeing on my body has been one of the most repeated things I do whenever i was extremely scared to death. The lion moved closer, coming towards my direction. This sound of it’s leg became more echoing, his steps made the trees in the journey trembled. It seemed the floor was about to break open from his extraordinary heavy foot. Finally, it moved closer to me. Roaring as it walks forth. It would have really been better if he could take to the coven some of the remnant of my body, cause I was fucking sure, he would dismantle my plus sized body. The great Iye must really been feeling hungry by now. Just do great by sharing my big and thick flesh into two share. Taking one to the coven and havi

“I’m never going to get tired of this. In fact, the more you kiss me the more I want.” “More? I know exactly what my mate wants.” He kissed my lips then down my neck. Sparks of our bond radiated from where he touched me and it was growing stronger and stronger. “First you’re getting a good spanking for that stunt you pulled. You will learn to listen to all my demands, Luna.” He growled with a pleasing hum that he owned me. “I would love to feel a real punishment. You’ve been lacking in that department lately.” I teased, titling my head to the side to give him better access.

“So that’s what it meant.” Then his expression brightened again immediately. “But she still licked me.” He looked up at me with absurd confidence. “She likes me.” I genuinely had no response. And then, as if determined to destroy the remaining stability of the situation entirely, Lemon lowered her head again and absentmindedly licked his fingertip once more. Probably because his hands smelled like milk. Probably because he currently resembled warm furniture with emotional attachment issues. But Julian reacted like he’d just been knighted. “You saw that, right?” he said immediately, visibly thrilled. “She did it again.”

Both of them loomed like dark, formidable shadows, their bodies tense, jaws clenched, radiating a suffocating, lethal pressure that made the air in the vast room feel razor-thin. "I didn't kick her out," Lion rasped, his voice smooth, cold, and utterly devoid of remorse. "She suggested we break up, and I simply agreed. End of story." "She was weeping, Lion!" Damon growled, taking a step closer, his hands shoved into his pockets, his pitch-black eyes burning with frustration. "She begged me to talk to you because you blocked her number! You treated her like a disposable toy!" Lion let out a low, dark, mocking chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. He shifted his cold gaze toward Damon, a d

And the last few weeks had been spectacular with us helping the pack, spending time with each other and him constantly teasing me. It was almost hard to reconcile that image with the man I had discovered today. When I went to the dungeon, I had been expecting to see Neha. His fated mate who was apparently pregnant but instead, I had been met with Lea. Had that maid been lying? It was unlikely. The lock in the door sounded as the bedroom door opened and the Lycan stepped inside. “No. No, stay away from me,” I said in fear as I scrambled backwards. He froze wide eyed with hurt written all over his face.

“Because it feels like the past is catching up fast.” He squeezes my knee once before putting his hand back on the wheel. A small grin tugs at his mouth—the kind that says he likes my mouthy side. “Keep talking like that and I’ll pull over just to shut you up properly like a good boyfriend.” My cheeks flush hot. “Promises, promises. Focus on the road before you get us both killed with your flirting.” I smiled for a second. It feels good. Too good. Like maybe we could actually do this—run, fight, figure out whatever this is.

It was like he wanted to merge our skin together so I could never pull away again. I felt the tip of his tongue at my lips, begging for entrance. I clamped my mouth shut, a small, stubborn part of me still wanting to show him I wouldn't just submit to his whims. I wanted him to work for it. But I had forgotten how much of an asshole Lucien was. In the next minute, I felt a sudden squeeze on my backside. A gasp of surprise escaped me, and he seized the opportunity instantly. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting of wine,the expensive kind. We fought for dominance in that kiss, a battle of tongues and teeth, but to no surprise, he won. He always won. When we finally separated, a thin st

It was a disaster; Silas had let his empire rot while he chased a ghost. Leo and Luna sat on either side of me, eating their breakfast with a quiet, disciplined dignity that clearly unsettled the staff. They didn't fidget. They didn't whisper. They sat like young royals, their silver-blonde hair catching the morning light. "Mommy," Luna whispered suddenly, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Her violet eyes—hidden behind the contacts—darted toward the grand entrance. "The bad flower is here. I smell the fake jasmine."