Overlord Touch Me Novels & Stories

I winced softly, his words piercing deep into my heart, overcoming the pain he's inflicting on my arm, his eyes deeper than usual. I nodded hastily, desperate to leave and cry my eyes out in my room. “Words!” His grip on my arm tightened, I couldn't bear the physical pain, tears threatening to fall . “Yes, Yes sir” I replied muttered with my eyes closed, I felt a jack and he pulled me closer to himself. he lowered his head, his breath against my neck as he leaned to whisper in my ears “Sir, Mr Brown is here” I heard a young man's voice behind me, unlike the deep voices I'm used to. The voice was smooth. Killian straightened up and walked out, not sparing me another glance after nodding at th

I moaned, eyes snapping back to my head but just before I exploded, he pulled his fingers away, leaving me bare. "What a little slut." He teased and put his wet fingers into his mouth to taste. I swallowed, my heartbeat skyrocketing. I have never seen anything as erotic as that. Who would've thought that one day, my best-friend's father would be licking my wetness off his fingers. It felt surreal. It felt out of this world. The man I've always wanted was right in front of me, doing all these sinful things to my body without even realizing that it was me.

Her toes curled at the overwhelming sensation—it was too much. "Raven...please..." "I'm not done yet, my love," he whispered and kissed her belly button. Then his mouth found its way into her pussy, licking it. "Ohh, Raven!" Brienne moaned. She doesn't know where to turn her head because of the feeling. Raven slid a finger inside her, moving slowly at first, teasing her with each deliberate thrust. Brienne gasped, her body tensing at the sensation before melting into pleasure. "I'm...almost there..." she said. A soft groan escaped her lips, followed by a breathless moan as he curled his finger, finding the spot that made her tremble. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in slightly

A bloodcurdling scream ripped from Leo's throat as fresh blood bloomed through the gauze… Just then, a powerful roar thundered from the entrance: "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF HER! NOW!"

He brushed it lightly, then pushed a little. "Oh, fuck ..." Callum groaned and dropped his head as if entirely surrendering to the touch and the feeling Oliver was giving him. "Yes, that's it. Relax, Cal." Oliver twisted his finders again, brushing the spot and Callum's legs trembled. He guessed the fact the Lord couldn't see probably made the whole sensation much stronger, and all his senses had singled out to the places Oliver was touching him. The Lord said something incoherent and Oliver pushed another finger in.

OLANDRIA; "Shit, yes," I hissed against his neck. A shock of pleasure shit straight to my pussy. No matter where or how he touched me, the results were always the same...a burning fiery, desperate need for more. God, he always knew where to touch, exactly how to ruin me with just a single motion. I arched into his hand, and as soon as I did, he let go. I whined. "Relax baby," he chuckled, "I know what you want."

No words needed to be spoken, his head tilting slightly as he leaned down to capture my lips. His hands slid down to my ass, pulling me up to him, my legs wrapping around his waist. Damn it, I'm already wet and we're not even doing anything. My back hits the wall, a muffled moan leaves my lips as one of his hands holds me up, while the other hand slid up my thigh. I didn't wear undergarments. A moan left my lips as he trailed kisses from the corner of my lips down to my neck. A finger entered me, letting out a gasp, I bucked my hips into his hand.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

Skye His mouth. Oh my God, that tongue. He pulled my lips apart and ran his tongue up through the moisture as he pushed my legs to the sides and went into my pussy. He touched me with his warm, moist mouth, and I let out a loud moan. I believed I understood how incredible he was in bed, but I was mistaken. His tongue encircled my nub in circles, lapping at every square inch and tease my clit. I reached up and grasped my tits, pushing at my nipples and squeezing them tightly. He swirled his tongue around me as I peered down through my legs at the top of his head. He kissed the edges of two of his fingers before inserting them well inside of me after running them up my thighs.

“Just continue your meeting. Pretend I’m not here.” His hand slid higher, fingers tracing the inseam of my pants. I tried to focus on Medley’s words, but it was impossible with Oberin touching me, his fingers finding the heat between my legs even through the fabric. “So what do you think?” Medley asked. “Does that timeline work for you?” “I—yes, that sounds—” I gasped as Oberin’s fingers pressed harder, finding my clit through my pants. “That sounds perfect.” Medley’s eyebrows rose. “Are you alright? You look flushed.”