Lute X Lilith Novels & Stories

Her eyes were now wide open and her mouth formed a silent 'o' as she battled the urge to cry out in ecstasy. Noticing this, Oliver quickly took over, his hands holding steadily to her ass cheeks and thrusted into her hard. Oliver watched her face contort as several small climaxes hit her, then she scrunched up her face in pleasure and screamed "Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming so fucking hard! Fuck! Yesss, yes, yes, yes, C'mon Oliver, FUCKKKKKKKKKK!" Lilith kept bouncing wildly on his shaft as her groans went on and on until finally her body began to buck as a wild orgasm erupted in her.

Ruthless. Her tongue lapped long stripes up my slit, then flicked my clit with cruel accuracy. I grabbed her horns to stay upright, hips rocking shamelessly against her face. She growled approval — the vibration sent sparks through my whole body. Fingers pumped deeper, faster, curling against that spot inside that made white bloom behind my eyes. I came hard — shattering, sobbing a name I gave her in the moment: Lilith (because it felt like blasphemy and worship at once). My knees gave out. She caught me, rose, spun me, bent me over the communion rail.

Colt inquired abruptly, perplexing Lilith. Lilith replied, "I don't know." "Would you like to hear me sing?" Colt inquired again. Lilith whispered, uncertainly, "Can I?" Colt didn't respond; instead, he started singing, a melody Lilith had never heard. It was a latin and English song with a lullaby feel to it. As soon as Lilith heard how beautiful and sweet Colt's voice was while singing, she felt a rush of goosebumps. Lilith had no idea Colt could sing, and as a result, she was driven even deeper by simply hearing Colt's song.

Might as well have some fun. “Okay, so how about you be a gentleman and let me light one with whatever magic you used.” This chick has a mouth. I almost smirk. I turn around and blink a few times when I realize it’s Lilith. Fuck me. She looks a lot hotter up close. She has just enough makeup to make her features stick out. Her eyes are so blue they remind me of sapphires. And her mouth is in a pout that makes me want to claim it for my own. And that body, I want to know what it tastes like.

I whispered in her ear, licking her ear lobe, “I... I think Mel and your brother are probably getting suspicious about our lengthy disappearance.” “I know what you want Lil, let me help you,” “Do you? Listen, I don't know who you think you are, coming up in here thinking I am an easy whore, but guess what I am a virgin who is probably never going to have sex, and I am ok with that, I don't know why everyone seems to think I want to get boned, I am fine.” She vented. “Lilith I can tell by the way you're pressing your legs together, that you're turned on, I can make you feel good, Just allow me to”

Lyra hissed, “AND THERE ARE VIDEOS!” I rolled my eyes and took another look at the article. New York based billionaire matchmaker Lilith Mendez and hotshot matchmaker from London, Hugo Evans are already under the spotlight, more so than their own clients on the reality TV show Cupid Covens. The two had a brief interaction before they set onto their mission to narrow down the list of potential suitors for their clients. It didn’t seem to be the friendliest conversation, but Hugo’s response at the end suggested otherwise. While competition is rampant, given Lilith Mendez stellar reputation as a matchmaker and an even tougher personality, there seems to be some uncovered history between the two

I could very well see his head in my direction with his eyes on my hands. "Your name is Primrose?" I softly glanced at him. Relaxing. Anyone can get your name by just looking at the lists the teacher passes for various activities. Plus, I wasn't a complete loner. I had some girls I talked to. It was easy to find anyone's name. I took my lip under my mouth, releasing it immediately as I remembered I had lip gloss on. "Um- yep" I answered going back to writing, "Oh, You know Emma Lenoir?" I creased my eyebrows in slight confusion and look at him.

Turning, I saw who it was. Lizzy Carver. The lead packtracker's daughter, little miss perfect, and Gerad Justin's girlfriend till date. Behind her, her two other minions sashayed forward to take their permanent place four inches behind her and be a pain in my neck in five... Four... Three... Two... O-- "If it isn't Latilda," said Sarah Jones. A bored, icy mask took over my face and I drummed my fingers on the counter. "Like your current relationship, the name's gotten stale. Time to change it... The name, I mean."

She rolled her eyes at me as she opened the door, “Well no one would believe you even if you came out to say that, bitter lilith.” To think we used to be close when we were younger was something that felt unreal whenever I thought about it. And right now, we were just the Belluci women who got compared each day, side by side by everyone. While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known

“You scaredy-cat, hurry up and follow Tiny Titan! I’ll protect you.” Indeed, Lilith’s in-game username was “Tiny Titan”, and Silas couldn’t help but marvel at her audacity. How could a five-year-old command others with such authority? Was it just her gaming skill or something deeper? Hours stretched on. The surgery was intricate and would take every ounce of Althea and Wade’s focus. Silas and Lilith waited patiently, each immersed in their own world, accustomed over the years to their mother’s demanding schedule. Nearby, Solenn stood timidly, glancing up at Luci. The little girl’s hands clutched the edge of her chair, uncertainty etched in her small features.