Peerless Lust Novels & Stories

Maybe he was—but he certainly wasn’t imagining his reaction to those thoughts. With a small groan he turned onto his side, and then onto his stomach—feeling the rising heat of yet another erection pressing against the mattress. It had been like this for most of the week, and it had been hell. Night after night he’d imagined parting Pamela’s pale thighs and sliding his hot, hard heat into her exquisite warmth. He swallowed as the tightness increased. Was his body so starved of physical pleasure that he should become fixated on a woman simply because she happened to be around? Yet what other explanation could there be for this inexplicable lust he was experiencing?

"I wish I had powers of fear." "No, you don't," he pinched my nose. "Lust is way cooler. I can't imagine feeding off fear and trapping people in their own nightmares." "Yeah, that does sound terrible. What's your powers like?" "Desire manipulation. Lust induced paralysis. I can overload your senses-" he grabbed my hand suddenly, my breath hitched as I braced myself for it but he smiled and let me go. "You can't handle it. It'll shatter you. There's life draining kiss-"

" he smiled the music was so romantic, and he kissed my lips, that was the only thing I could not feel but to watch our avatars kiss was awesome, I smiled, I wanted his lips on mine so bad, "I heard that, I want it too. Blaze is sleeping may I come to you?" he typed in the game, as he touched me between my legs, rubbing and carressing my swollen lips, then I felt someone behind me, "Hello sweetheart" 'Deluge' said as he kissed my neck they both danced with me hold me tight between them, they were driving me insane with lust, they both were rubbing on me, I felt so alive. "Can we both come to you, sweetheart?" Deluge asked.

“I don’t understand.” "Do you not long for it?" His lips contorted into a wicked smile, a malevolent glint illuminating his eyes like metallic mirrors, as he withdrew before slightly thrusting back in. "Or is it that the words stop you?" The searing sensation still lingered, the sheer intensity matching its prior ferocity, but as his thumb delicately brushed against my most sensitive spot, an alluring tension washed away the pain. His hips moved with an unhurried rhythm, his formidable length penetrating deeper with each merciless glide, and a tempestuous climax started to brew. This pleasure was unlike any before, more potent and shadowed, both exquisite and tormenting in equal measures.

She turned her back to me and talked. "You know what made it worse for me to get so insecure of you? It's that there were more than two people that were crazy about you. It's like you have your harem. If it is only possible to marry all four then you could have done it. I hated your lust because whenever you show a little interest any man would kneel in front of you as if you are a goddess. But no! You are just an old hag who's hungry for attention! You are whore! And right now, I can't wait to see you dead!"

It was a dark, calm, and silent night. The air has a familiar blue breeze coming from the aroma of lavender and jasmine mixed with fresh flowers and scented candles. There was no one in sight in the Ortega mansion. Everyone is asleep except for the two souls who are still wide awake and making the most of the golden hour. Inside one of the rooms in the mansion, the air is filled with the vapor of lust from two heated bodies fused into one. The room's four walls resonated with the rhapsody of the wet sound of their bodies slamming together, while she groaned louder with every thrust.

he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure. Her breath hitched, caught in her throat like a bird trapped in a cage of nerves. With widened eyes, she gazed at him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm in her chest. "Ma…mas…mast… Master," she stuttered, each syllable a struggle to release the words tethered to her tongue. Her gaze fell to her lap, where her trembling hands sought solace, fingers entwining in a silent plea for reassurance. She was pure and innocent but deep down she understood his desire. The weight of her emotions hung heavy in the air, the room

Not lust. Something more satisfying.

Lust: beautiful, horrifying, untouchable. One loped forward in a patchwork cloak stitched from stolen garments—velvet sleeve, torn lace hem, leather scraps that never fit. Green eyes flickered and shifted, stealing the faces of those who looked too long. A cracked emerald pulsed at their throat. Envy: hollow and ravenous.

Takertaketh: Bet you’d sound so good moaning my name. BreedMePlz: Show us how wet you are, slut. MarkEverglow: You’re not a tease, right? Is it pink? EricMare: The harness is keeping away all the good stuff. Dirtybandits: Any got her n*des? I’ll pay a thousand. My throat tightened. Okay. Hell no. For the first time ever, my smile faltered. I’d always gotten thirsty messages. I was LunaLust, for crying out loud. But this? This was rabid. There was no admiration in their tone tonight or playful flattery. It was all thirst.