Luster Novels & Stories

It's just his way, if he was impulsive or insatiable you'd be complaining too. I slide under the covers and he turns towards me, his hand on the back of my head as he kisses me, more perfunctory than passionately, but at least there's one part of him that is unquestionably interested. I lie back and allow him to move between my legs, waiting for the expected groan as he enters me. He thrusts away and I close my eyes, fantasizing that Chris Hemsworth, dressed in his Thor outfit, is kissing my neck and parting my legs, his hand raising the skirt of my ballgown higher and higher…

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

Anthony "Where am I?" I asked myself the second I got conscious. Everything was blurry but I could comprehend quite well where I was. The haunting echos of dropping water and the smell, It was a cave. I tried to struggle out of whatever was restricting me but I couldn't. The strange part was I wasn't bound. It was something else. A crackling sound followed and the room was ignited in a rich orange color. I got a view of what was weakening me. A silvery liquid I knew too well. Mercury. Was I taken by a hunter?

He stared at me for two seconds and moved to step right beside me and flipped the egg on the pan adjusting it. "I see" I nodded when I saw he was wearing a workout grey vest with joggers. I gulp moving a little back when I noticed a tattoo over his shoulder, it continued from the back and I almost felt myself close my legs. "what?" I blinked looking at him. He had black eyes. I hardly saw such a dark shade of eyes. "Um-Thank you for helping me" I murmured pouring coffee in two cups and cutting up the now toasted sandwich for him and me.

However, her light laughter abruptly died in her throat when she realized someone was intensely observing her. She tilted her head toward the hallway and spotted Alexander standing perfectly still in the kitchen doorway, his dark eyes locked entirely on her. That strong, terrifying, unfamiliar emotion instantly rushed over her body. She stared back at him like a deer caught in headlights. Surprisingly, his usually scary eyes were no longer frigid; instead, they looked dangerously soft. Her pulse rate skyrocketed as she continued to stare into his mesmerizing gaze, which carried a heavy, possessive emotion she couldn't possibly comprehend.

His heart almost stopped. Lila was standing in front of her mirror, completely naked. She looked perfect. Tiny body, smooth pale skin, small perky tits with pink nipples, a flat stomach, and a tight little ass that curved just right. Her long blonde hair fell down her back. She turned slightly and he saw her smooth shaved pussy. Everything—the height, the shape of her breasts, the way her ass looked, even that small beauty mark on her left hip—it was exactly like SweetLily.

Chloe had called in sick that morning with a migraine, leaving just the two of them to honor their usual Friday lunch tradition. "I'm telling you, the interface looks like it was designed in the late nineties," Ben grumbled, dipping the fry into a pool of ketchup. "It takes me six extra clicks just to export a simple client demographic sheet. It’s soul-crushing. You’re lucky you’re managing the ad creatives, Haze. You don't have to look at the backend grid all day." Hazel smiled, taking a slow sip of her water. "You're being dramatic, Ben. It's just a software update."

The air was so thick with the scent of sex, brimstone, and fertile futa seed that breathing felt like inhaling raw desire. Lilithara stood on the raised stone altar like a dark goddess ready to complete her masterpiece. Her obsidian skin glowed with inner hellfire, crimson horns gleaming, and her massive 14-inch futa cock stood fully erect, the thick knot at the base already swelling in anticipation. Below it, her own demonic pussy dripped molten nectar in slow, teasing trails.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

Lush green plants dotted the windowsills, their leaves basking in the gentle moonlight streaming through the expansive windows. The centerpiece of the room was a massive oak desk that looked like it could have housed generations of scholars. Its surface wasn't cluttered with papers, as I'd anticipated, but instead held a minimalist setup – a sleek laptop, a crisp notepad with a simple pen, and a vintage brass lamp that added a touch of whimsy to the space.