Romans & histoires Lucian-underworld

They pinned me against the cold tiles and took turns filling me again, pumping load after load deep into my womb and ass until cum was pouring out of me nonstop. Lucian held my face gently but spoke like a devil. “You understand now, don’t you?” he whispered while slowly fucking my ruined pussy. “You don’t belong to the human world anymore. You’re our personal breeding toy. Every single day, from sunrise to sunset, while the world outside is bright… you’ll be in here, getting fucked senseless in the dark.” He kissed my tears away almost tenderly. “And you’re going to love every second of it.” I could only whimper and nod weakly, my body completely broken, mind foggy with pleasure, and my wom

What he had presumed was dead, up and gone, buried and dusted, had found its way to him and just that arrival set him a panic, ripples inside his chest. The figure — no, the creature — smiled once more, that same treasonous smirk stretched across its face. And then it stepped further; and the convictions slithered toward it like pliable myrmidons. As it disappeared from his sight, Lucian understood that one thousand times eviler, a darker force was awakening. He didn’t know how he knew this, but he knew the other thing — worse than whatever this thing was.” “This is a fight you will not win,” a figure said in a deep, gravelly voice. “You are already too late. The world has changed already.”

A month before our wedding, my fiance, Rocco Morelli, disappeared. I searched for him for weeks, until I finally saw him in a jewelry boutique. He was there with a beautiful woman, helping her pick out a diamond ring. She was Emilia Leone, my father's illegitimate daughter, the one I kicked out of the family three years ago. Rocco slipped a 20-carat diamond ring onto her finger, the stone blindingly bright. I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?"

“They’re wrong.” Della’s voice echoed one last time in his thoughts as he vanished into the dark. Then take what is owed. Lucian turned his face toward the distant path. “Yes,” he agreed. “I will.” And the world, sleeping in the illusion of safety, did not yet know that one of its oldest monsters was walking free again.

“Do you see it too?” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The sight forced itself upon her. Bodies walking where trees once stood. Wolves wandering backward through time. Children screaming with voices not yet born. Past and future bleeding into the same wound. She shut her eyes. But she still saw him. Lucian. Bound in chains of black flame, somewhere between the realms. His face lifeless, then alive, then monstrous. Every path she saw, every flicker of time, ended with his eyes hollow, fevered, or gone.

Janshai followed him without even taking a glance at Arth. “A demon like you will never be accepted by the people of Glacia!” Arth said. Lucas took a pause from his walk and glanced over his shoulder. “I have no need of the weak for my kingdom, as I already have my own … army of the dead.” “What the hell are you saying?!” Arth shouted incredulously. “Are you bringing those ghouls with you into our world?!” “Not just them …” Lucas smirked. “The Frostcalibur commands the entire Undead here in the Underworld. I will slaughter every living human … and build my own kingdom of dread and darkness.”

“He confessed he worked for clients on the dark web. They pay anonymously and carry out the job.” Lucian let out a soft chuckle, one that sounded dangerous. “The fucking asshole is lying. Where is he?” “He's in my playground,” Eric deadpanned. “No need for torture; we already know who is behind it.” A vein pulsed on Lucian’s jaw. “Luther is sure dumb as hell.” “You killed Vladimir. It's not alright to spark attention from the underworld, Lucian. I thought we promised to remain in disguise. You know using your powers to kill them will keep triggering the curse more, and the moon goddess to—”

Before Alpha Huggles could say anything else, Lucien immediately ordered him… “Take him to the palace. He must be healed immediately! The Umbreal blood in his arm will kill him if he is not saved.” “He must stay alive so we can get information about what happened here.” Lucien ordered, then walked away. He could not bear to look at the weak boy because it reminded him of himself, who had to hide since childhood to avoid being killed. With that, Lucien returned to his palace. As he walked toward his horse, he stared sharply toward the same place again — far ahead stood the massive wall that was the seal separating the Underworld and his world. Lucien seemed to be intimidating whoever was insi

It's one of the basic lessons I learned from Lucian. I was gathered as the leader on the table of the new board of the underworld, and their faces didn't scare me, despite the scowls, i don't give a shit about any of them and I can have them killed whenever I wan too. The world here sees peace, it beneath the surface, the shadows are rising, rebuilding and planning to come out better. They brought drinks and I didn't want to have a sip. I've learned my lesson a couple of times with Lucian and I was uneasy as I was searching for a way to escape without looking disrespectful.

Yama laughed patting at Lukas back. My stomach was in knots at that. Sometimes it was nice to know that I was giving birth to someone significant. But also it terrified me that the child was going to have immense power and no one to look after him. Maybe it was just me being overdramatic, but it always haunted me. Lukas proudly smiled and gripped at my waist as if to assure me. *** Underworld was beyond my expectations. I thought it would be darkness everywhere and gloomy scenes with Greek antiquities everywhere. But it was different.