Overlord Lord Touch Me Novels & Stories

"Please. Touch me." His smiled. "As you wish," and pressed his open mouth to her throbbing clit. She cried out sharply. His hands smooth along her thighs to push them wider apart, then he used his thumbs to part her moist pussylips to flick his tongue over her weeping core. She suppressed her moan with the back of her hand. He looked up. "Don't. I want to hear you screaming my name. I want everyone to know I am loving you." Oh god!

Pressing his forehead against mine, he pleaded sweetly, "Stop studying. Just relish the joy of ultimate freedom and recklessness with me, will you?" Waves of exhilaration washed over me. So that was all he wanted.

Warmth spread down to my lower regions at the way my name rolled off his tongue. "Lord Zerrin-" he silenced me by pressing his finger to my lips. "I would be eternally delighted if you could remove those pretty little clothes and turn around for me, Little one." He murmurs against my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. A smirk curls onto my lips at his request. The straps of my dress slide down my shoulders and fall onto the soft carpet below. I can feel his gaze burning into the back of my head. I step out of my dress with my arms held up and turn around slowly for him.

"Why do you care?" "I asked first." "I asked second." He kissed me. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't asking permission. It was punishment and possession and desperation tangled together, his hands in my hair, my back against the door, teeth catching on my lower lip. I let him. For a moment. Then I shoved him back. "No." "Sera—" "I'm not your plaything anymore, Dante." "Anymore?" He stared at me. "Is that what you think you were?"

He had heard her low whisper, and he was now going crazy. He edged his hips in between her knees, spreading her legs. His palms rubbed up and down her thighs, and his other hand reached behind her head and pulled off her ribbon, wavy blond hair fanned all around her shoulders. He extended the claw on his forefinger, reached in between her thighs, and sliced the bands of her pants, the light lacy material fell apart, baring her sex to him. His palms closed over her sex as he inhaled deeply "This is mine; you are mine. Any male who touches you will die a painful death, this I promise you."

Which of these lords was so cruel as to subject her to this torment? "Fuck, that's hot. I'm going to come," Grand Lord Zaiper's voice sounded distant. Then his sperm came down her throat, and she forced herself to swallow to prevent choking. His release was thick and plentiful, but at least it didn't taste as bitter as those of the lords King Orestus had lent her to. Another slap followed, intensifying the already harsh pain. Aekeira tried to close her legs, but strong hands held them apart as her vulnerable parts were spanked.

“If you touch me, I would hate you more.” “What kind of touch Tesoro?” My lips moved down to her neck, sucking and kissing “This touch.” My hand sauntered back to the hem of her lacy panties I had asked my sister to get, trailing my fingers around the edges until I slipped one in and pulled it out, running that same finger down her pussy walls which I felt tighten until I reached her cunt, trailing my finger there to feel the wetness “This touch? I want answers, Ophelia…I can feel your wetness, I can feel you throb without doing anything.”

The wall hit my spine just as he stopped in front of me…close enough that I could smell his needs, feel the burn of his curiosity…his obsession. He took my hand. Pressed it against his hardness. “Feel that?” he whispered. “You wrecked me, Denny. As you. As the singer. You wrecked me both ways. And now…” His hand slid down, tracing my waist. “I will ruin you the same way.” My breath caught. “You can’t touch me,” I said, voice trembling. “I am not yours.” He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. “You are. You just don’t remember it yet.”

’ he said, rounding the island while staring at her like a predator would stare at a prey. ‘it was only a slip of my tongue. I’d never say that knowingly. I was rambling and you know that.’ she defended. ‘Well, you speak out of the abundance of your heart. So, you think I taste better than the heavenly tasting pancakes, huh Clarissa?’ The sound of her name on his lips sent a shiver down her spine. She forked another slice of pancake into her mouth, almost choking on it when she felt his hands rubbing across the sleeve of her woolen gown. Currents shot up her arm and then, spread across her chest. That urge to lean into his touch was back.

Marcus climbed over him, bracing one knee between Alex’s legs, his hands exploring without hesitation. Alex squirmed, trying to roll away, but Marcus’s weight kept him pinned. “Stop fighting,” Marcus ordered, his voice soft but sharp enough to cut. He grabbed Alex’s chin again, forcing his mouth open, forcing his tongue past his lips in another bruising kiss. Alex gasped, the taste of Marcus overwhelming, invading.