Luna Fuego Porn Novels & Stories

Raw, sexual, powerful heat. She moaned into his mouth again, Justin’s other hand had started to move underneath her top, his fingers splayed over her bare flesh. Luna felt heat seared into the parts of her body Justin’s fingers were on. Was she on fire? Heat seared through her, and it felt like it was coming from within. If ever a woman needed to die by internal combustion, it was like this. Both of Justin’s hands came back down, he hefted her up from the back of her knees. Surprised, because she hadn’t seen that coming, Luna wrapped her legs around Justin’s waist automatically, to anchor herself.

“Your doofus in a dirty shirt and tennis shoes.” She giggled. They went into the camper, stripped and crawled into bed. Leo kissed her, suckled her breasts, and fingered her slit. “I want to suck you again,” she said, before taking his semi-hard penis into her mouth once again. She sucked him to full erection, lapped at his balls, and then laid down next to him, looking into his eyes. Leo took a condom from a bedside drawer and put it on. “What’s that for?” Luna asked.

My beautiful luna. My soul mate. My love. “Fuck,” I pulled out, thrusting back in making her jerk up with a gasp. “You’re so *thrust* fucking *thrust up*….” She screamed out as her walls suddenly lock around me, her pussy spasming and milking me through her orgasm, wet and tight and hot. That was all it took. “Fuck, luna!” I groaned, hips jerking as I spilled inside her, every drop disappearing into her pussy all as she took it all. The sinful thought of blowing in all my cum deep inside my luna was everything I ever wanted.

I said in a joking manner and she smiled as if she even knew the meaning of a Luna but then she turned and asked me, “Karl?” she called and I responded nonchalantly. I was looking for something to eat for dinner, probably an animal which I could use as beef for the night before we started thinking of what we would eat for the next day because she seemed to be some sort of foodie. “Who is a Luna?” she asked and to be honest it didn’t startle me because I knew there was no way in hell she could remember all that for now she had amnesia. I tried to explain whatever it was Luna was and she thanked me and turned to face the wall deep in thought I left her for that because maybe she might remember

He started thrusting inside me, not caring that his Luna was watching us. "Fuck! You're damn too sweet," he moaned shamelessly. "Dean!" She screamed out his name. "What the hell are you doing? Treating me like I'm invisible and fucking that lowlife on our matrimonial bed?" He didn’t respond and continued thrusting in and out of me. He choked me as his moans got louder. His moans and skin lapping can be heard all over the room. I slightly turned my gaze and looked at Luna June's horrified face. It was throwing a deadly dagger at us.

I remembered everything - who I was, what had happened that fateful night, and the faces that had remained blurred in my mind yet still haunted me for so long. I was Kiara Anderson, the Luna of the Crimson Pack. That night, I had been on my way to meet Asher, my mate, to discuss our Mating anniversary plans. But Jonas had intercepted me, his voice urgent, informing me that my parents were under attack by rogues and I needed to accompany him immediately.

Their bodies slap together loudly, the room filled with their heavy breaths and the sounds of their passion. Luna feels the tension building again, her inner walls starting to flutter around Arthur's pistoning cock. She tilts her hips, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. Arthur changes his angle slightly, and suddenly he's hitting that perfect spot inside her. Luna sees stars, a strangled moan escaping her lips. Arthur's voice is strained, his breath hot against her ear. "Come for me, Luna. Now." His hand slips between their bodies, his fingers finding her swollen nub and rubbing tight circles. She detonates, her body convulsing with intense pleasure.

“Not by moon. Not by man. Not by myth.” The flames behind her surged, caught by the wind. “I am not your Luna...... I am not your ruin.” She rose slowly. “I am the fire you all forgot to fear.” And then...... she danced. Not like a woman performing. Not like a whore bought with gold and longing. But like the storm that breaks dams. Like a body that knew itself down to the blood. Her hips swayed in slow circles, her arms lifting to the sky. Smoke clung to her limbs. Ash painted her skin. Her nipples hardened in the cold and she made no move to hide it. The wind kissed between her thighs and she opened to it without shame.

she said, her fingers teasing her pussy. “Prove it.” “I said, touch that pretty little cunt, Luna.” She hesitated. Then, slowly, she slid her hand down, under her dress. Her fingers disappeared between her thighs. Her head fell back as she rubbed. He growled, rock hard and ready to split her open again. “That’s it. Let them watch the Luna play with her pussy.” She gasped as her fingers slid through her slick folds. She was soaked. He reached out and grabbed her face, turning her to the omegas.