Orgies Novels & Stories

My eyes were dancing around, two demons invading the witches' land, if I lose a single strand of my hair I will make sure to kill that girl called Alora when she gains consciousness. “How far is her house or the village?!.” Rebecca asked. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. We both heard a scream, a tall grass covered our view, we both walked quietly towards the grass and tried to see what was happening. Oh no!!, no no no!!. It was the muerte festival. This is horrible we shouldn’t be here. At this time of the year the witches go around cleanings the village. With there spells they fished out their enemies or any creatures that doesn’t belong in their village. The gather them at the end of th

Chapter One hundred and Twenty Nine Rated 18, it contains really explicit sexual language and scenes. Marriott was in a bad mood today being that 20 girls were kidnapped and none of the 19 That has been brought could even withstand his dick and some fainted and others died, and this is not good for business because he runs a monster /paranormals and humans sex trafficking agency and some monsters from Hades and some really terrifying men will be at Budapest for the orgy festival, now he has less than 100girls and he is in a very bad mood and very horny too.

Love, Priya I looked in the bottom of the box to see that something had been wrapped in a white cloth. I put down the letter to pull the cloth from the bottom of the box. Noticing it was a pillow sheet, I looked inside to see that my grandfather's book was concealed within it. I pulled it out to read the familiar title: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. I gulped as I put the book down to return to reading the note.

It was one of obsession. I was simply a viewer to what was happening, I no longer felt control of my body, I was functioning on autopilot. The metallic taste of blood entered my mouth from his, it wasn't a foreign taste to me but this time I knew it wasn't my own, and that was enough to have me choking on my own bile.

He points out and I can see the look of conflict in his eyes, like he’s struggling with something. “Sexuality doesn't matter.” I say with a light shrug of my shoulders. Olga, Kuzma, Ilya, and probably Irina know that I also fuck men and women. I’m Bi and I enjoy and like being that, so why does it matter if anyone frowns upon it?

he growled against my ear. “You like how I pound your juicy pussy, huh? I love this pussy…Fuck!” Blake groaned. Pleasure flooded my body his words were only turning me on the more. I opened my eyes after a while only to see Norman fucking Jack from behind. The room had turned into pure chaos. Alessia was frantically fingering herself while watching us. Tess was bent over, getting pounded hard by Nick. It was a full-blown orgy. What the hell is going on?

It rips through me, bypassing my brain entirely. I scream his name. I shatter. It’s not a wave, it’s a dam breaking. My body convulses, straining against the restraints until the leather creaks. The orgasm rolls through me, endless and violent, washing away the fear, the paranoia, the stress. I am flying. I am drowning. I am burning. He holds me through it. He keeps the toy in place, forcing me to ride out every aftershock, milking every drop of pleasure until I am completely hollowed out.

Misa grins, eyes crinkling with mischief. Miyamura sits up with a predatory smirk, watching the chaos unfold downstairs. The hall erupts in a sea of noise. I understand the feeling— they are seeing something that feels wrong to whoever watches it, and they might want to look away, but they can’t. The ‘footage’ is just a glorified sex tape, and not one of the good ones. It’s a video recording of the shareholder having the kinkiest orgy with a bunch of drugged omegas, and when I say a bunch, I mean about thirty of them.

Every smile, every touch, every whispered word in their lives reinforced his possession. Adrian, meanwhile, saw only devotion, care, and affection. He didn’t see the predator beneath the tenderness. He didn’t see the control threaded into every kiss, every handhold, every quiet whisper in the dark. By the end of the week, their lives had woven into a dangerous, beautiful rhythm: obsession, possession, and love, all intertwined. Evan’s dominance had become invisible to Adrian, hidden beneath gestures of care and intimacy, and Adrian’s surrender was complete, unknowing, absolute.

"Come on, sweetheart. This is an orgy party. Everyone here is touching everyone. That's the whole point." My eyes widened. Orgy party? I looked around again, really looked this time, and my stomach twisted. He was right. This wasn't just people dancing. This was people fucking. Openly. Shamelessly. On the dance floor, a girl was bent over while a guy pounded into her from behind, her moans mixing with the music. Against the wall, a vampire had a human pinned, drinking from her neck while his hand disappeared under her skirt. In the corner, two wolves—still in their shifted forms—were mating, their growls echoing through the room.