Moan My Name Novels & Stories

"Ooh.. Yes, Andy... More...more...oooh.. aahh... MORE!" Ooh, dear! Where did I learn all these moaning techniques?

A wide smile appeared on my lips when I heard that. Louis is my vampire name. James is my first name. I felt bad judging Moana because of someone’s half-truth. I should have known that she wouldn’t move on, at least not with a man. Or I should be mad at myself; after all, I was an idiot to believe them. My head snapped towards the main door again because of the sound of paper blasters. "Welcome, Hope!!" Everyone shouted happily, and my girl hid behind Moana a little more while I stood there like an idiot who had no clue about anything.

“My real name is hard to pronounce but you can call me Rain.” “Ok, Rain…Mind explaining yourself?”

Her alluring scents that drives me insane each and every time. I continued stroking myself, my eyes still closed and groans erupting from me like a deep sea melody. I was close to coming undone, that’s how much on edge I was. Hit breaths were escaping my lips as I moaned and groaned out her name in the most lusty way. “Calla” I moaned, it didn’t feel like the first time I would be calling her name in this manner. But I also can’t remember when I ever did.

Of course, for him—who desperately wanted to find a way into the stronghold of the demon princess and prince—this was a golden opportunity. “Me? My name is Mo Tianmo! Come fight me!” the man said, stating his name with a smug smile. The expressions of all the demons in the arena changed upon hearing the name Mo Tianmo from that demon man. Whether this man was arrogant or simply unaware of the significance of the name he had spoken, in the demon world, no one had ever dared to add the word “Tian” to their name. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to—it was that they were afraid, afraid of offending the name of their own demon god.

he said quietly. I blinked. “What?” “You used to do that when you were little too.” His expression softened slightly. “Mum said it made you look like an angry kitten.” My mother laughed through tears immediately. “You hated that comparison.” Something warm twisted painfully inside my chest again. Brother..... The word still felt strange inside my head. My mother touched my hand again carefully. “Can I ask you something?” I nodded slowly. What name do you prefer now? The room quieted slightly again.

Mine. A soft moan escaped before I could stop it. I leaned back against the cool tile, legs trembling as I touched myself faster, chasing the ghost of him. It wasn’t enough… never enough, but the pressure built anyway, sharp and shameful and inevitable. Sage. His name echoed in my head like a curse and a prayer. I came with my face buried in my arm to muffle the sound, thighs clamping around my hand, tears mixing with the water streaming down my face.

Oh, his voice. My vagina could make this whole lake slimy with the amount of arousal simply forming in excitement of his voice. Without any reason, I was smiling over his shoulder. "My name is Jean. Jean Bloodmond." At once, I could feel the air of my lungs start to choke me as I gasp at the name. There's no way it's him...right?

My jaw clenched as another moan echoed off the walls. And then I heard it. Clearer than anything else. My name. “Damien…” The sound of it on a moan, dripping with need, made every cell in my body snap awake. I staggered back a step, breath caught somewhere in my chest. Who the fuck was in there—and why the hell were they moaning my name?