Medieval Lesbian Porn Novels & Stories

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But more importantly, I saw an orgy well on the way the moment we stepped into the castle of serenity and with the most unlikely of players. Theodrin had her hands full with Marita who seemed lost in pleasure as she bounced on Theodrin's plastic cock. Verin had Dyelin, the Mistress of Spy between her legs, munching on her nectar. Kira and Suain, both Alpha Xavier's girls, were in a sixty-nine, and each seemed lost in pleasure. I never knew that Kira was into females, she had suggested giving me a head the last time, maybe I should let her.

"Lick it more, daddy!" I use my mind-reading, slipping into their thoughts. I could feel the caramel-skinned woman's desperation to be filled, the slim girl's need to please, and the black girl's craving for hard, rhythmic friction. I knew exactly what they wanted before they even asked. Cravings, fantasies, the exact spot that made them shake—it was all laid bare in my head. I flip the caramel-skinned woman over, gripping her hips and sliding my cóck deep into her tight, wet pûssy. She screams, her fingers digging into the sheets.

There was a subtle chill in Levi’s smile, “And this logic of yours is really interesting. Are you implying that you yourself are actually a lesbian?” Maery threw the other an inquiring look; thus Levi elaborated, “…sat on top of my impressive package for so long, yet where is that… what’s that you ladies call it? A ‘lady boner’? If you are not gay, where is your lady boner, huh?” Maery, “…” （ ﾟДﾟ）’…alright, he got me there.’ That was indeed a huge package, but when she remembered the owner… ai, she really couldn’t “get it up”!

Another man stood between her legs, thrashing into her pussy ravenously. A bevy of lesbian whores fingered and sucked each other, while gay werewolves blew each other to a howling orgasm. A red head on her knee was smashed doggy style, while being deep-throated by a werewolf in front of her. A thin whimper pierced the noise from my left. One of the men buried his face between the thighs of a whore, fingering her slick pussy, and sucking her clit. It's a fucking orgy in here!

"Why attach yourself to a lesbian domme?" "I like it here. I like the people, the location, the atmosphere, the attitude. I have lots of great sex. Don't get me wrong. Some of the women here are total pussy connoisseurs. Monique, fuck, can that girl munch rug. The strap-ons help, and if I get totally desperate, I can go trolling for cock, but most of the guys you meet that way are total shit heels. I haven't found a situation I like any better, so why change?"

They spoke in character the entire time, calling me their sacred whore, their divine offering, their personal temple slut. My moans grew louder and more desperate with every new cock. “Yes, my Lords! Use your priestess! Fill me with your divine seed!” I came countless times, my body shaking violently as orgasm after orgasm tore through me. By the end of the night, I was a cum-covered, trembling mess on the altar, smiling dreamily as they painted my body with their final loads. But this was only one night. The next would be Ancient Rome. Then Medieval. Then feudal Japan.

Psyche drew near the temple of Venus, endeavoring to fortify her mind while ruminating on her fate. The end was doubtful and perhaps fatal. At the door, she saw the goddess's priestesses, who did not have to be chaste, although they were required to be fairly attractive and shall often settle down with someone they believe to be their One True Love, to whom they shall be faithful unless a stronger True Love comes along. Before she could utter a word, the priestess named Consueto confronted her, crying in disgust.

She gasped as stolen fragments of the incubus’s past flooded her: A medieval noblewoman bent over an altar, screaming in ecstasy as the demon fucked her raw while her husband watched, helpless and hard. A modern club bathroom where he wore the face of a stranger and made a cocky frat boy beg to be bred on his knees. Centuries of victims left ruined, addicted, coming even as they cried for mercy.

The sounds were a wet, obscene chaos: *ploc-ploc-ploc* in her ass, *plap-plap-plap* in her pussy, the slaps on her red ass, and her loud moans. “That’s it… take it in the pussy… now take it in the ass… now back in the pussy… you’re going to leak priest cum all night long, you slut. Both holes full of my hot load… it’s going to drip down your habit when you go back to the convent… everyone will smell priest whore on you.” Clara was delirious, her body shaking uncontrollably, orgasm after orgasm. “Yes… alternate… fuck both my holes… use me like a cheap whore… fill both of them… knock me up through my ass… aaaahhh… I want your cum in both… please… fill me…”