Marinette Ao3 Novels & Stories

But during those moments, Marius seemed to be oblivious to the world around us. Marius's focus was unwavering as if he was on a mission to conquer every inch of me. It felt like he was doing push-ups with his pelvis beneath me, driving himself deeper with each thrust. His hands remained firmly planted on my thighs, spreading them wide open, giving him unrestricted access to my core. The penetrations were forceful yet incredibly pleasurable, making me feel as if I was being punished and rewarded at the same time. I embraced Marius's unrelenting approach, surrendering myself completely to his dominance. With each powerful movement, he claimed me as his own, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

The passion, the intensity, and the overwhelming sensation that had consumed me. As I sat up, the foggy haze began to clear, and I felt the familiar, unsettling sensation receding from my mind. It was the same thick, fuzzy feeling I experienced whenever Marina communicated with me telepathically. It was as if something was slithering through my thoughts, leaving a trail of unease in its wake. I couldn't help but feel a strong aversion to this sensation; it was invasive, uncomfortable, and made me feel like my mind was being violated.

Her mating gland throbbed with the need to be marked. It was all too fast, too intense. Carrie had never felt more alive. Omegas belonged to their mate, and right now, that was all she could think of. To be claimed. To feel the knot deep in her sex. Her pussy gripped her fingers, seeking for the release. Just one, she thought. One soul-wrenching release that would renew her. She pushed another finger while waiting for the call that would save her. The sound of Greg’s restrained voice almost brought her to the edge. He said not to cum until he told her to but Carrie doubted she could do it on her own.

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Her black hair pulled up in a messy bun, she wears a huge puffy coat because of the cold snowy weather, and when she turns in our direction, I see that her baby is in some kind of contraption and strapped onto her chest. She looks between me and Lux and says to Mason, “I didn’t realize you were bringing guests.” She looks back at me and says, “Hi there, I’m Marinette and this little cutie strapped to me is Marigold. Who are you?” I smile, “Nice to meet your Marinette and baby Marigold, I’m Silas and this is my mate, Lux.” She smiles as she looks at Lux and Lux smiles in her direction. Lux says, “It’s nice to meet you, Marinette. I’ve uh… I’ve heard a bit about you.”

I come with him shattering, screaming his name so loud it drowns the storm, milk squirting from my nipples in perfect arcs that splatter the glass. Lightning flashes one final time, freezing the image: me pinned to the lantern, glowing, stuffed, claimed, milk and come dripping down my thighs while the sea god breeds his eternal bride. Nerites wraps every tentacle around me, cradling my shaking, glowing body against his chest. “Mine,” he whispers, kissing milk from my lips. “Forever.” I laugh through the tears and aftershocks, clinging to him.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

While Marina just lay on the bed fingering herself trying to prepare herself for her next round as she watched the two in action. "Ohhhhhh… Yes… this feels so good Antonio.Please kiss me…for once, Antonio please..kiss me”. “Slut…shut up, your voice is irritating,you ask for impossible things!” Anthonio said hotly as he continued to thrust up and down, in and out of her. She moaned out loud. "OH Fuck! Yeah! Fuck…” He eventually lifted up and roughly pulled her legs wide apart,good thing she was flexible enough or else with that strength of his,he would rip her bones apart to get that position.

The door suddenly clicked open, Mike walked out first, then Marinette followed, their jaws dropped when they saw me sitting there. Ohh… So it's Mike. Nice fit. “Hi,” I waved at them. “Hiii… Rory,” Marinette said, while Mike waved awkwardly. Mike looked a little neat, but Marinette looked like she ran a marathon, her hair was scattered, and her lipstick smudged across her face. “How was the exercise?” I asked with a teasing grin. “Good,” Mike replied. Marinette hid her gaze from mine. So now she is shy, isn't she?

Adan talks to her as he tries his best to be calm. "But I am not family…I am not your blood Adan…I am only a maid to you…please Adan…please do this for me please…" Marinette pleads with him as she breaks into fresh tears. "I hate to see you cry so stop crying. Don't let me lose my temper and punish someone else in your stead. Please!" Adan begs her. "You have been with so many women. You still don't love any? No woman has touched your heart, Adan?" Marinette asks him in a broken voice.