Novel Lucah Novels & Stories

his eyes were obsessed. He took out his own phone — Luciano De Luca who has no social media — and posted his first I*******m in 3 years. A photo of my belly in that cut dress, his hand on it, City Hall behind us. Caption: *Mrs. De Luca. My queen. My hospital's queen. Lily's mamma. Size 16. - L* He tagged me. In 2 minutes: 500K likes. I looked at him, crying again. "You just made me I*******m official?"

As they began to undress, he felt a sense of nervousness, but also excitement. After they finished, Luca lay there, feeling more alive than he had ever felt before. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be touched by a woman. * * The sun's rays passed through the window, and Luca slowly opened his eyes. The room was unfamiliar, and he was confused about how he ended up there. Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind - a night of passion with a woman, a stranger. How was it even possible? He wondered. The scene of leaving the nightclub and hooking up replayed in his head.

“She’s from the Wolfless Zone.” That finally earned a reaction. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “A lowborn immortal?” he asked. “Yes.” “And Hevian accepted her?” Lucien’s thick brow almost form a line. “Not publicly.” Eshnu smirked. “But emotionally? You should see it yourself.” Lucien went silent. The distant sound of laughter drifted from the taverns nearby while rain began tapping against rooftops. After several seconds, Lucien spoke again. “You asked me here just to gossip?”

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me. “Read tonight’s first vow,” he said, nodding toward the notebook beside us. “While I get you ready for my cock.” My hand trembled as I reached for it and opened to the newest page. “I vow… to crave your touch even when I’m supposed to be working for her,” I read, voice breathy. “To let you use my body as your secret outlet… until the guilt only makes me wetter.” Lucas groaned softly and added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his thumb worked my clit.

Her sensitive, sore pussy could barely handle the depth of the impaling, but she couldn't stop. Luca jerked his hips upward, drilling into her hard and deep. The water overflowed the edges of the tub, splashing onto the tiled bathroom floor as their bodies chased the pleasure once more. The next morning, Lucy and Luca were still tangled in each other's arms, fast asleep and completely bare. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Laura sat inside her cold jail cell. The silence was broken by the heavy sound of footsteps approaching before a guard stopped at her bars.

I probably look like I'm drunk from the sensation right now. Luca pulled his board shorts down to his mid-thigh, enough for his manhood to escape from his shorts. My eyes widened; I immediately turned my gaze away and gulped... My goodness. It took me a long time to get used to the size of it before... It looks like I need to get used to it again. Luca positioned himself in between my legs and started rubbing the tip of his manhood on my slit. "Crescent... I love you so much, baby..." he whispered and kissed my lips softly.

"EXPOSED: THE SECRET INCESTUOUS LOVE OF LUCA AVANCII & MARIA DOMINIC!" Maria’s stomach twisted as images filled the screen, each worse than the last. A photo of her sitting on the hood of Luca’s car, one leg bent, the other lazily draped over the side—but the angle made it look scandalous. Luca stood between her legs, his hand dangerously high on her thigh. The headline below it read: "A Sister Made for Her Brother’s Pleasure?" The next picture was even worse. A candid shot of Maria arching under Luca’s touch, his fingers skimming her bare back while she smiled, eyes half-lidded. But the tabloid had added a dark, twisted caption beneath it:

Luca grabbed the handheld 8K. “Tell them who you are, Elara.” I spat. “Fuck you.” He laughed, low and filthy. “Wrong answer.” He dropped to his knees between my legs and shoved three fingers into my pussy—no warning, no lube, just wet heat and stretch. I screamed, back arching, and rope cutting skin. He pumped hard, curling, and hitting that spot that made my eyes roll. “Tell them,” he growled, thumb grinding my clit, “or I fist this cunt till you pass out.”