Neptunic Sexuality Novels & Stories

Ferguson's eyebrows furrowed more, his mind instantly flashed back to the hot sèx he had with Stella in his bathroom, her moans and groans filled his head and her sweaty, yet pleasured face occupied his mind. "Uh.. don't tell me you have too" Jonathan tapped on the table impatiently, and Ferguson nodded slowly. "I have... she's my sèx goddess" the corner of his lips curved in a small smile. "Ooohhhh" Jonathan sprang up and rounded the table to his friend, not caring about his chair that he's accidentally knocked off. "I guess I just found my sèx goddess too!" he exclaimed loudly, with great excitement. "Come on, let's drink to our common achievement"

I squeezed the bastard's neck with my hand, my grip reinforced by the strength of the magic of chaos. “Listen to me, you fucking idiot!!! If, for even a second, you think that I have the powers, time or will to control emotions and mate bonding, you are a fucking idiot really unfit to rule. I have nothing to do with Selene’s frolicking sessions with mortals. You know very well who controls bonding, so stop fucking barking up the wrong tree. I have nothing to do with the fuck festival of your slutty daughter. And I don't give a shit whom is she fucking or mating with. And anyway, why would I mess up with Lartellan? He is well messed up without me sweating it anyway. So if you came here to att

And while he was looking at the man while he himself was paralyzed on the gurney holding a nipple between his fingers. - Do you need to have sex only more than once with me? - He asked. – Or do you just want to have group sex just one time and I just need to accept it? – He asked between moans. When Dark-Dragon came, he felt it come amid the joint response of Trigon, Morgana, Magik, Circe, and Vandal.. _ In between the strokes inside him, this time in between Trigo pulling out, in the midst of his last orgasm and his cock squirting as he softened and his semen oozed between his thighs, pumping his cock.

"You look like a nymph under the moon and dangling from a tree." "Nah, nymphs get laid more than I do." He wasn't going near that comment. "Know a lot about nymphs, do you?" "Can't say I know any, but lore describes them as intensely sexual creatures who prefer nature and have an irresistible allure." He wondered if she realized she'd just described herself. And, of course, she'd know something about mythical beings. Any topic at all, really. She had an intelligence about her that was neither condescending nor flaunting. A subtle quality that allowed her to carry on a conversation about nearly anything.

Soon, his fingers picked up the pattern as well, shuttling in and out of her wetness, hard and fast. She clutched at his hair as her hips rose and sank to meet the pressure of his hand. The whimpers and moans she was making were new, something she'd never done before. Even though nymphs were supposed to be sexual creatures, living this deep in the forest, she hadn't had a lot of opportunity for this kind of mind-blowing sex. During rituals, with satyrs, fauns, even the occasional demigod, it was usually just down and dirty, over and done with. This - this was pleasure drawn out to an art form.

“I’m mated.” “Damn--” she slides over to Glenn --“What about this one?” “Same,” Glenn answers and chuckles humourlessly. There are no male nymphs, and since they’re immortal they don’t have any need to procreate, but nymphs crave sex in the same way vampires crave blood. They feed off the sexual energy they create with their mates. “I’ll give you what you want if you’ll tell us what you know,” Zael offers. “Your mate won’t mind?” Glenn asks.

I will let her get away with a lot, but never that. A human female might find what I am about to do offensive. But since Selene isn’t just a werewolf but has mated with one, she knows sexuality isn’t something that is considered dirty or wrong. In fact, it reveals how close mates are to each other. Males and females that are mated are known to be hands-on, maintaining constant physical contact, and are often unable to keep their hands to themselves.

The shame was too much but I kept myself from squirming afraid he might start spanking me again. “How does it feel, ptichka? Having my saliva coating your walls?” He asked in a seductive tone, one I’d never heard before, one that’s heightening my emotions. “Soon it’ll be my cum bathing your greedy cunt.” My stomach clenched and the malevolent tingling wrecked through me forcefully. I hated how my body was reacting, how he was toying with me. He leaned over my back and I was acutely aware of the massive erection nudging against my naked arse.

They looked at each other, and the cuffs restraining me disappeared. “You actually do that? Oral sex?” Cygnus asked, and I nodded. “Don’t you guys do it? I mean, you always do it to me.” They looked at each other again. “What? Is it wrong? Is it forbidden for you to be pleasured too?” “It’s not wrong or forbidden—it’s just not normal for us. You see, males only pleasure females, not the other way around. Our females don’t do that,” Izar explained. My jaw dropped in disbelief. Seriously? They weren’t joking either—judging by their stunned expressions, it really wasn’t a normal thing for them. That must be really boring!

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.