Long Loud House Fanfic Novels & Stories

WARNING: EXTREMELY SENSITIVE AND EXPLICIT SCENES. {Reader's discretion.} " Little wife, touch me. " Lost In the passion, and the drive of his burning arousal, Royalty had taken his little woman to bed. After six long months of being sex starved, he finally had his woman to eat, break and ride in different sexy positions till the break of dawn. Rain and the strong wind It brought vehemently kept hitting the Zinc roofing, rustling the leaves at the same time In the cold, empty garden.

A wedding photo: her in ivory lace, standing in a candlelit underground hall. Eternal roses bloomed in shadowed alcoves, blood-red vines curling around obsidian pillars. Ethan knelt, offering a ring etched with ancient runes. The air shimmered with protective wards against daylight. “He proposed. Tonight’s ceremony in the Central Park Tower. He’s giving me and our child a name. When he returns, you will be disowned from the House of Black. You’d better leave. Now,this home will be mine.” I typed back, fingers steady:

She looked like she had been waiting without wanting to look like she had been waiting. “You came,” she said. “I said I would.” She stepped aside to let me in. The house smelled faintly of coffee and the same clean detergent I had noticed the last time. Greg’s work bag was gone from its usual spot by the door. “He’s on a double,” she said, catching the direction of my glance. “Won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.” I nodded and followed her down the hall. The ceiling fan in the main bedroom was the kind that had been installed years ago and never replaced. It wobbled in a slow, uneven circle whenever it was turned on. Nora stood beneath it with her hands on her hips, frowning up at the mot

"The manor is currently crowded and you don't want people come knocking. Do you, Luna?" I shook my head in response. "I can't hear you, Luna," he said, teasing me with grazing my ear with his teeth as usual. I mumbled underneath my breath. "No. No, I don't." "Good, Luna." The show went on for about another thirty minutes and I literally had to beg Lucien to stop because my body had gone completely numb at this point. God! it's been just twenty five days. What if it was a year?

I could barely hear myself over the moaning, slapping, panting mess. He didn't bother to answer. He just gave the blonde’s ass one brutal slap and kept going like I was another piece of furniture in his palace of debauchery. I stormed over, snatched the joint from his lips, crushed it between my fingers, and flicked it to the floor. “Having a goddamn threesome on the morning of your father’s wedding?” I bit out, kicking the door shut behind me. “You know some old-school Lycans consider that fucking bad luck?”

Winner Mansion, Luxembourg POV: Andrea (Present) Today, at exactly four in the afternoon, would be the arrival of Lorde in the Winner Mansion, so all of the staff skittered all around the house to clean whatever was needed to be cleaned. Somehow, Auntie Marcella decided to rearrange the furniture. She had Eriol and the other male staff do all the heavy lifting while I watched how her eccentric side emerged through her orientation tastes. Eriol and me are officially uhmm...lovers? F*ck-buddies? Maybe friends-with-benefits? Or more likely, having a mistress-to-servant relationship?

I smile at the sound despite myself before finally placing my hands on the counter and meeting his calm blue eyes. "We soundproof our walls. Your house has soundproof walls because it has been a shifter home for generations. But this property was purchased right before you moved here...We haven't had a chance to change things. Lauren and David are the only mated couple. They chose the room farthest away from everyone and try to stay quiet, but we will have to renovate soon," Daniel says, and my mouth makes an "o" shape before I nod. "That makes sense," I whisper, and Daniel brushes a piece of my hair back.

He pushed into my pussy and had me screaming within seconds as he pounded into me. I was glad for the twelve inches of concrete between floors in our building and the extra care that had gone into soundproofing each unit. Our apartment was rather large, but George had a way with me, and I could get a bit loud. He had his way with me all morning. We fell back onto the bed after round six or seven, I don't remember. "I love you," I told him.

I am pretty loud in bed too, it's a sickness. So listening to two people have sex is just super weird. So fucking weird. As I get undressed, she keeps moaning the man's name. Calling him Lucky. I have never heard that name before. Her past boyfriend was a guy called Dean. Dean was pretty loaded and I thought they liked each other. I seriously can't explain who Lucky is.

My father roared out as the crowd cheered, causing birds to fly off due to the commotion. The crowds cheered us on. My mother and father led the way, greeting everyone as we walked toward the large oak longhouse. As we walked towards the longhouse, the path was lined with lanterns that cast a soft, golden glow, adding to the magical ambiance. The longhouse stood majestically at the end of the road, its wooden structure adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant tapestries. Caspian squeezed my hand as we walked through the crowd, encouraging me to hold my head high. I glanced back at Serena and Maurice, who walked arm in arm like a power couple, their resilience bringing a smile to my face.