Lore And Lust Novels & Stories

“Don’t embarrass yourself. You don’t fool me. Mother kept sending me her wedding pictures while I was inside. You think I didn’t see what she looks like? Hot body, angelic face… You think I would let you keep someone like that?” The words punched something inside me. Hard. I felt something ugly twist in my stomach because the way he talked about her wasn’t admiration. It was obsession. It wasn’t love. It was ownership. A sick kind of possession. Nathaniel stepped closer like he was testing how far he could push. “Her picture was the only thing I looked at every day. Every single day to survive that God damn hole in fucking cold chains.” His eyes dropped for a second like he was remembering s

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it. “I have standards, Lora. I don't sleep with just any guy.” She scoffed, flipping back her hair. “What do you think about older guys?” She pulled back, as if she hadn't heard me right. There was silence, just as the smell of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air. She finally opened her mouth to speak. “I don't fuck with them.. they have bad blood.” I almost choked, finding her words silly. “What does that even mean?”

He reminded me, like he suggested, of all the things I forgot about myself since Lance dumped me. For Jian, lust means imprint, not love, I remind myself. But he’s wrong. Maybe that's how I can pay him back. I can show him that lust is lust and when he does imprint, he'll know I'm right. He'll know that imprinting is love at first sight, a binding love, and there is no choice in it. I know I am right, but doing this means I must gamble that my definition is the right one.

Aurora sighed deeply, melting beneath his touch, giving herself entirely to the forbidden pleasure they both craved desperately. Their bodies moved together instinctively, perfectly attuned to each other’s rhythms and needs. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word deepened their connection, the lines between lust and love blurred entirely. Aurora’s heart filled with overwhelming emotion, knowing she belonged to him completely, despite all barriers. Their breaths mingled, skin slick and flushed, bodies tangled together as passion and longing consumed them fully. Liam moved slowly, deliberately, drawing out every moment of pleasure, teasingly patient, focused entirely on her pleasure.

“But I’ve grown. I’ve burned. I’ve earned my place.” Kael gritted his teeth and did the same. “You’re right. I was afraid of love. I punished others for wounds they didn’t cause. But not anymore.” The shadows screamed and dissolved. Then came the trial of lust. The mist shifted, bringing forth visions so erotic they threatened to tear their self-control apart. Luna saw Kael tangled with faceless bodies, their moans echoing in her ears. Jealousy surged, sharp and cruel. Kael saw Luna on her knees before another male, eyes lidded, lips parted in bliss. His wolf snarled.

And in that instant, his name was already forming in my mind: Lucian. I didn’t know him. I shouldn’t want him. But my body betrayed me, responding to the pull of danger, to the promise of control and power in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. There was something about him — dominance, authority, and a dark magnetism — that made my pulse quicken and my mind go blank all at once.

He just kept holding her still there and tonguing and sucking her until, with a cry and a lurch, she erupted in orgasm and then collapsed back onto the mat. Sun Li was telling her how much he had enjoyed that and hoping that she had as well, as he opened his robe and revealed himself fully naked, a dark bronze god, underneath the robe. His cock was in full erection and curved up toward his body. He gave a little laugh as he inserted yet another lotus blossom in the slit in the glans of his penis. Abegail watch this blossom, mesmerized, he lowered the head of his cock to her entrance, below her own lotus blossom, and then she both watched and felt as he fed his member into her flowing opening

After a while, we disengaged the kiss breathlessly, but all we could think of was, continuing. The only thing in the atmosphere at that moment was lust, apart from that, there was nothing else and it was so satisfying. Without a warning, my hands slipped behind Lorenzo's back, unzipping the zip to her dress. Instantly, the dress fell from above her shoulder exposing her huge peaks. Her nipples were erect and red. Without waiting, I grabbed them, squeezing them softly as a moan escaped Lorenzo's mouth. Bending slightly, I placed one of them into my mouth, suckling like a child who had long been starved of his mother's milk.