On Your Knees Grand Duke Novels & Stories

"Well, yes. That's for a human's perspective. But for us-a noble or a mythical creature as what human history says-it's natural. We can live for millennia and tens and hundreds of it, not aging. We can even enter eternal slumber if we want to. "But that's not always the case. Sometimes, one can enter a force eternal sleep if they committed a crime that is too grave beyond comprehension and the risk being known to the world is high or they took offense to the humankind that we're supposed to take care." -Cassielle Elise D. Dairen, the daughter of the duke, Clyde Estreno D. Dairen. The unknown duchess.

I am late for a meeting" I smiled cleaning my teary eyes and picking up my bag. Even though my happiness had no limit and I wanted to just cry out my happiness but still one thing can't be ignored. There was no way I could have escaped this suspension....no trustee would have voted for me as they were most probably bought by Mr Woods except one. The trustee that had the power of veto and I think I knew who this was. None other than our young Prince. Your Majesty ........................................... "Oh my god just look at those abs girls!! " The girls that sat in front of me screamed in each other's ears as the young Prince pulled up his basketball shirt and displayed his fully toned

I twisted and turned but they held me down as tge delivered their ministerations all over. “Look at you. Tough on the outside but an absolute slut on the inside. Fuck I could have your cum everyday and not get tired” All these while, my eyes had been closed as I enjoyed their attention. But when I felt something soft and slick swipe through my pussy lips, my eyes shot open as a tingle of desire shit through my spine. And nothing prepared me for the sight before me. Kael, on his knees, my thighs beside each of his face as he held them apart, he smirked at me, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy.

His thumb lingered at her jaw. “A Queen,” he said softly, “should never kneel before anyone.” She blinked at him, heart stuttering in her chest. Then, without letting her go, he turned her slowly to face the court. “You let them kneel before you.” And they did. The silence cracked—and like a tidal wave of obedience, every soul in the courtyard—warriors, nobles, onlookers, even the stone-faced guards—dropped to their knees. Heads bowed. Spears lowered. Kaelani stood trembling—shattered, uncertain, and crowned by a fate she never even asked for.

" His arrogant face loomed larger and larger before me. I suddenly jerked my head up and used the last of my strength to slam my forehead into his knee. "Don't celebrate so soon, Samuel! Even if I die, I'm taking you down with me!" The blow carried no real force. In my weakened state, I couldn't even make him stumble. Yet he clutched his knee and cried out in exaggeration, "My knee! How dare you injure me, Caleb!" He staggered back and fell heavily to the floor, pretending to be in unbearable pain. It was so over-the-top that anyone with half a brain should've known he was faking it. However, it instantly made Whitney and Kelly feel a pang of heartache.

Melissa knew she would orgasmed soon and cried out to him not to stop. "Don't stop, Zachary, please. I think I'm... don't stop!" She suddenly cried out and her body went limb. Duke Kensington couldn't resist his urges anymore and quickly turned her on her stomach, exposing her back to him. He removed his pants and laid on top of Melissa, grinding his erected shaft in between her ass. He groaned at how soft her body was and pulled her lower body up before sliding his manhood along her slippery folds. He moved with much rigour and speed, drawing moans of lust from Melissa, who once again felt a build up in her body.

He was leaning casually against a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, hands tucked inside the pockets of his long dark coat. He walked toward us wearing his usual carefree grin. "Finally." He hugged Luca briefly before turning toward me. "Sis." I didn't smile. why he looked so, relax? "When did you arrive?" Luca asked. "Yesterday." His eyes drifted behind me. Straight toward Serafina. Nadia. A convoy of black vehicles pulled up in front of us. Every Bratva soldier standing nearby immediately lowered his head in respect. While La cosa Nostra men where standing behind us

My knees buckled and I trundled on the floor thinking it was all over, but I was wrong. Nolan lifted me up with his muscled arms and seated me on top of his erect manhood as he lay stretched on the floor. It was slightly smaller than the Duke’s but was thicker; I could see the veins twisting to the tip of his penis.

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

Footsteps crunched on the rug. I peeked through my wet fingers. Kaz didn't march to the side of the bed. He stopped right in the middle of the room. The giant, terrifying king dropped straight to his knees on the hard stone floor. He didn't care about his pride. He didn't care about his crown. He knelt in front of me like a broken sinner begging for grace. Kai and Kol instantly dropped to their knees right behind him. The three of them bowed their heads. Kaz looked up at me. Tears shined in his glowing amber eyes. The ruthless warlord was crying.