Lolita Novels & Stories

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

“You can’t go outside like that. Do you have anything heavier to wear? It’s snowing out.” “What’s a Diabolist?” Oren looked annoyed, “Did you hear me?” “I have an overcoat.” She put her bag on the bed and rummaged through it, producing a ratty overcoat. “You didn’t answer me.” “It’s a fancy word for a charmer, I suppose. Can you get at those sheets?” Loril nodded and began to tear the sheets and tie the strips together. “Good thinking.” She said. “We can climb out the window.”

One after the other they walked in with a red veil covering their faces but their bodies were nude apart from the strap covering their pussy mound and their nipples. The Alphas must be cumming in their pants from the gasps and murmurs. Even though I wanted this to end soon I still gave props to Lolita for choosing the best women and my gaze settled on the floor. The Alphas would notice my displeasure if I walk out during their bargains and it would sell me out on my desire to end slavery. They can't take me down even in their hundreds but their team-up would affect my people and those are my weaknesses. “She goes for fifty golds,” Loli

Aria had six different swimwear spread out on the bed already and she was still searching for a red bikini pant in the suitcase. Aria grinned as she finally found the red bikini pants. She flung it at Lola who dodged it, making the underwear hang on the bedpost instead. “Ewww,” Lola said scrunching up her nose to pretend it was stinky before laughing. “Stop that,” Aria said while pouting. “Help me out here..Tell me.. which one makes me look so hot that you want to turn bisexual?.” Lola laughed even more. “Pick one already and there’s no way I will turn bisexual seeing you in swimwear.”

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

′ Kartika explained calmly. “I”m not a weirdo! Anyway, why”s Wibu (AKA WEEABOO, the one who is interested in Japanese stuff like anime, figurine, hentai, and such. It”s called Otaku in Japan and considered trash. If Otaku is trash, so WEEABOO is the lowest class in society.)? Doki-Doki is weird enough and now”s Wibu. The ancestors are weirdos in every way! ′ Alfi said irritated.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

Luca grabbed the handheld 8K. “Tell them who you are, Elara.” I spat. “Fuck you.” He laughed, low and filthy. “Wrong answer.” He dropped to his knees between my legs and shoved three fingers into my pussy—no warning, no lube, just wet heat and stretch. I screamed, back arching, and rope cutting skin. He pumped hard, curling, and hitting that spot that made my eyes roll. “Tell them,” he growled, thumb grinding my clit, “or I fist this cunt till you pass out.”

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

What came out was Black, oily blood. “You dare refuse us!” it snarled, sounding like a cantata of plenty people talking at the same time. “Foolish boy!” Sable opened fire, doing what she going with her glowing tranquilizer rounds. “They heal fast! Aim for the eyes or throats!” Liora was still by my side . The collar was draining her but she was still on her feet. What a woman. She picked up a fallen rifle and started shooting. “These things smell worse than the golden freaks!”