Novel & Cerita Natsu And Lucy Forced Lemon

She tried to restrain her anger—her strength still hadn’t fully returned. “So? After enjoying my husband’s body… did you get addicted, huh?!” Lucy shoved her shoulder again. Amora stepped back once. “How many men have you pleased for that modelling career of yours?” Lucy looked at her with degrading disdain. “Shut your mouth, Lucy!” Amora shot back loudly, no longer willing to tolerate anything. Lucy only grew more provoked. Her left hand lifted. SLAP! The first strike landed hard. SLAP! The second one followed on the opposite side. The imprint of Lucy’s hand immediately reddened on Amora’s cheek.

Nyssa exhaled slowly, thanking the goddess that the girl had not heard a thing. Nyssa forced a smile. “What is that about, Lucy?” “Lucien agreed!” Lucy shouted again, jumping excitedly. “He finally agreed to send me out for training!” Nyssa blinked, stunned. “He…. what?” Lucy nodded wildly. “Yes! He said I could go. I can finally train with real soldiers! Nyssa, I did it!” Nyssa blinked. “Really?” “Yes!” Lucy squealed. “That’s…. wonderful,” Nyssa said, though confusion quickly replaced the relief. “But wait, he agreed? Just like that?”

I defended, feeling a pang of irritation. Lucy, however, seemed unfazed. She playfully swatted Viktor on the head with the menus she was carrying. "Ouch! What was that for?" he grumbled, grabbing her wrist to take the menus. "Just reminding you to be nice to my friend, Ria," Lucy said, winking before sauntering away. "If he gives you any trouble, you just come see me." Feeling a surge of confidence with an ally in the room, I faced Viktor this time, the smirk was mine. Lucy's presence had shifted the dynamic. He was staring at me again, but the hostility seemed to have softened.

With Lucian, it was limited to flirting and the final outcome was on the bed that failed to transpire. “Huh?” My phrase made Alastair utterly dumbfounded. He almost choked the scotch he had sipped from his tumbler. “Did you say you never did?” I nodded. My body was supposed to react against this man. But it reacted to get him close. It might be more powerful because of the curse but when we were in the guest room, it felt the same. Actually, the influence Lucian had on me was nothing compared to Alastair's influence on me. Lucian used to send butterflies to my stomach. On the contrary, this man scares all the butterflies away and sets my body on fire without even laying a finger on my body.

He cleared his throat before reading it out loud. “I, Lucy Silvera, reject Mr. Vincentio Longoria’s st—” the man hesitated, glancing at his boss who gestured impatiently for him to read the rest. He cleared his throat once again before continuing, "—Mr. Vincentio’s stupid offer. Signed, Miss Lucy Silvera. Dated twenty-fourth of November.” Vincentio simply cocked his head to the side. “That’s not even considered a valid contract, Miss Lucky Morgan Silvera.”

Lucas, despite Lucy-Annes long legs, he easily towered over her, So when his hand wrapped around her neck, and veins pulsating at the back of his palms, I felt a lump form in my throat. The smirk on Lucy-Annes face had disappeared now, her cheeks were rosy, And the corners of her eyes flustered. Her lips slightly parted, like a submissive, a seductress, Who somehow was also a damsel in distress. Lucas's gaze was intense, focused, just like Mr Hosea wanted. Domineering. Inches closed between them now as slowly they drew nearer to each other, And suddenly the room felt hotter than it was. The tension silencing,

she giggled. My eyes widen for a split second before I composed myself. I leaned into the counter appearing nonchalant. How many Nate's do I know in school. Hold up! "Nate? As in Nate Mallard?" I questioned and Tamara nodded. "Wow, that's new. I never thought I'd live to hear the words "Lucy" and "Like" together," he teased and Tamara chuckled. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean? I'm a very likable person you know!" Lucy pouts and whips her hair backwards, striking a pose and earning bouts of laughter from both of us.

Just worked beside me in comfortable silence. At lunch, my phone buzzed. Mason: How's your day? I smiled. He never texted me during the day. Lucy: Good. How's yours? Mason: Boring. I miss you. I stared at the screen. My heart fluttered. Lucy: You miss me? Mason: Don't make it weird. Lucy: You're the one who said it. Mason: I take it back. Lucy: You can't take it back.

I turned to leave but Asher’s words made me halt in my tracks. “Finally Clara, I’m glad we’re on the same page about our feelings for each other. I’ll let you have anything you want in the mansion but stay away from my path. You’re just the perfect Luna and wife of the Alpha that the pack and council members need to see,” Asher said. “This better be the last time you ever think of leaving. Now you can go Luna,” he finished, dismissing me. I was out of word as I walked out of his study, my chest filled up and my head clouded. I stumbled on my feet as I walked hurriedly, looking for my room in the mansion.

All my brattiness was gone, I was just a desperate, dripping mess grinding back against her. Lucy leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into her mouth while she fucked me harder. “This is what brats get,” she panted against my tit. “Mommy’s cunt ruining you until you can’t even think straight.” She reached between us and rubbed both our clits at the same time. The pressure was insane and I came again, screaming, my pussy gushing against hers. She followed, her juices mixing with mine as she shuddered on top of me but we still weren’t finished.