Lower Decks Ao3 Novels & Stories

Cassie gasped, hips jerking. “First one, elf,” he growled, pumping slow and deep. “Tell me.” “I… I stole three lip glosses from Sephora last month,” she whimpered, rocking into his hand. “Bad girl.” He curled his fingers, stroked her G-spot once. “Next.” “I sent nudes in the break room mirror… showed my tits to half the staff group chat.” He added a third finger, stretching her wide, thumb circling her clit. “Dirty little slut,” he praised darkly. “More.”

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

“Come on, ladies. The real exhibition is starting below deck.” Below deck was a labyrinth of dimly lit cabins transformed into what looked like a sex playground. Silk sheets draped over furniture, candles flickering, and the air was thick with the scent of incense and arousal. Guests moved in fluid groups, touching, kissing, exploring. It was an orgy; unapologetic, consensual and electric. My heart raced as I watched a man and two women entwine on a plush couch, their moans blending with the yacht’s gentle rock.

The yacht’s engines purred as we anchored in the most secluded cove yet, a hidden paradise surrounded by towering cliffs, crystal caves, and a private lagoon that glowed turquoise under the morning sun. I stood completely naked on the main deck, my body still marked and leaking from yesterday’s relentless use. Cum from dozens of loads had dried on my skin, my pussy and ass were swollen and sore, but the moment Damien stepped behind me and pressed his hard cock against my ass, I was dripping again.

I imagined Lavanya's reaction; if she heard what I said, would she pinch my hand or hit me with a pillow? "I never thought I'd have sex with my mate on a sheet of blooming flowers." I touch the smooth and comfortable sheets. Did Lavanya purposefully have sex with me for the first time in her room? I took a look at the six dolls in the glass display. They became one of witnesses to their owner engaging in bed sports with her mate. Their owner was an adult, not a little girl anymore. The Purple Sea Pack is massive, six times the territory area of ​​my pack. I saw how vast and beautiful the Purple Sea Pack was from the balcony of Lavanya's room on the third floor. The fourth floor of this house

Damn. At the pack border I hesitate the slightest of a second before following her over. We walk to the packhouse, which is more like a mansion. This thing is huge. 5 stories at the least, and I know the order of stay - Alpha at the top, Beta’s underneath (if they don’t have their own home like my parents had), Gamma’s under them, then conference rooms, and other necessities. The next floor is for visiting ranked members of other packs, and then the first floor is the common space for single Omegas. Ground floor is where the kitchen, living room, common toilets and such reside.

I tried to smile, but I think it came out more of a grimace as she linked her arm around mine and started pulling me towards the building we had passed on the way up here. “We are in Opal Tower.” She pointed to the large building before pointing back at the other one. “And that one is Onyx Tower. Onyx is mostly warriors and then Opal is the rest of us unmated, mixed in with a few of the higher ranked warriors. The few high family that haven’t found their mates yet all have suites on the top floor.” She chattered away as we walked towards Opal Tower, and I stared in wonder.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

My hands were already reaching for my phone before I’d even sat down. My mind was spiraling, buzzing with desperation and need for a plan that would finally corner him. I opened my browser and typed it in without shame. How to seduce an Alpha so that he goes into rut and needs to breed badly. There were dozens of answers. Some generic nonsense, but then… I saw one that caught my eye. A girl’s forum post. She claimed she wasn’t an Omega, but still managed to trigger her Alpha’s rut using something—some kind of drug that messed with his instincts. It made him think she was an Omega, and once that happened, it was game over. He needed to claim her. Breed her.

Mia's POV Glass floor panels show the ocean below, actual fish swimming beneath our feet. A private infinity pool that seems to pour directly into the lagoon. A deck with stairs leading straight into water so clear I can see the sandy bottom twenty feet down. And the bed— "THE BED IS BIGGER THAN OUR ENTIRE APARTMENT!" Alexander has already claimed it, bouncing in the center like it's a trampoline. "LOOK! I CAN DO A STARFISH AND I DON'T EVEN TOUCH THE EDGES!"