Lusty Lair Novels & Stories

I laugh darkly. “Blindfolds off. Look at the glass. Imagine their eyes on your dripping cunts.” They rip the fabrics away, staring at the mirrored wall—seeing only their own degraded reflections, but knowing eyes pierce through. I strip efficiently, cock already rock-hard, veins pulsing. I climb onto the bed and grab Lila by the hair, forcing her onto all fours. “Spread for the guests, sow.” She arches her back, legs wide, presenting her plugged pussy and ass like a bitch in heat.

Her eyes were full of lust and anticipation for what was to come. Using his knee, Nathan barricaded Laura’s legs and spread them widely as he lowered himself between Laura’s thighs. He started exploring her sensitive area. He spread her slick walls using his thin fingers while putting pressure on the clit with his thumb. She is soaked for him! The revelation earned a hushed groan from Nathan! Laura giggled and readjusted herself, spreading her legs even wider to give him better access.

Is it ever possible for a vampire to be utterly and depressingly bored? Lafitte was sprawled on his throne in the middle of his church basement lair surrounded by his naked children. There were twenty of them in all. 15 females and 5 males made up his band of bloodthirsty followers. He had returned the last batch of food to the streets of the French Quarter. Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed.

I could have fun with her ridiculous dress. "Do you want to sneak away with me?" I murmured against her ear. Evelyn drew away from me, the browns of her eyes dark with lust. She raked her eyes up my body, lingering on the bulge in my pants. Chewing her lower lip, she turned away from me, stepping down the stairs. I heard my cabin door open and close. Not even a full minute passed as I joined her in our cabin. I closed the door behind me, noticing how Evie gleefully gasped, striding over to the full bookcase where she found the book, "The Art of Profanity."

Their room is sound proof so no one can hear them from outside even if they growl at the top of their lungs. Hera accelerated the rise and fall of Adante's manhood with one of her hands. Until the juice came out of him from the top, so the young man could breathe a sigh of relief. The girl stopped when she heard his deep sigh. It was almost erect and alive with what he did, which made Adante's body even hotter. The next thing he did was he pointed it at his moist cave and then he slowly continued inside.

“Wait… do you smell that?” Clara frowned faintly. “Smell what?” Fallon inhaled again. “Like… something burning?” Elara lifted her head slightly, nose wrinkling. “Probably the kitchen,” she said, uninterested. “It’s a party.” Fallon didn’t look convinced, but she shrugged it off. “Hmm.” Behind the DJ stand, hidden by layers of velvet drapery and decorative lighting, something sparked. A thin wire, stretched too tight, too overloaded. It flickered once. Twice.

“Do not stop Gavin. Trust me, I want you” And that was all that broke the ice. Gavin swiftly reached to the hem of her clothes and lifted it over her head, she took the hint and removed the remaining piece of clothing on her body. Gavin hitched a breath as he took in her body, he drank her beauty and his voice was filled with passion as he said, “Leila Baker, you are beautiful”. He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her urgency, she cried out and he cupped his hand over her mouth, “Shush darling, let’s not wake the neighbors”.

Laura repositioned herself so that she was on her knees facing the screen with her ass in the air, and reached underneath herself, alternately massaging her clit and spreading her pussy open, beckoning me with her hole. She turned her head back and looked me in the eye. "Fuck me with your big cock while my husband watches. Fill me with your cum." I got behind her and slid easily into her soaking wet pussy and started fucking her as hard and fast as I could. Knowing that she was imagining some stranger fucking her, as I thrust into her, I imagined it too.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

[Sorry babe, but I’m already the finest wolf in the territory. Thirty minutes later, I stepped into the humid, cedar-scented sanctuary of the Sunrise Den. The air was thick with the aroma of crushed eucalyptus and wet stone—the kind of place that made every werewolf's inner beast want to curl up and purr. Lila Draven was already submerged in a pool of mineral mud, only her eyes and mouth visible through the dark grey mask. She looked up with a predator's grin. "Aria! My favorite concubine has finally graced the den with her presence!"