Peerless Lust Novels & Stories

" 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.

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.

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," 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.

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.

Christian said lust was clearly visible in his voice. "Stop-it! You are a monster Christian you are so cheap. Get away from me!" I yelled and tried to get my waist free which was impossible. He gives sloppy kisses on my neck and moves towards my breast slowly. I was paralyzed petrified for what was to come next as I laid helplessly on the bed under him. I cried out loudly when he bit on my collarbone. Tears flowed in my eyes. "You know Roose your fucking mole always distracts me, this fucking mole I love the most It makes your neck so sexy." Christian said

His passionate kisses and hugs were nothing but lust. The way he adored my body was nothing but lust. Whenever he had mentioned “I love you”, it was nothing but lust. The beautiful emotions I always saw in those blue eyes were nothing but lust. The way he made my body react whenever he touched me, was nothing but lust. Everything was lust. Pure lust. Lust with deceit.

"I… I don’t understand.” "Our kind has two compulsory urges that must be satisfied every once in a while, or we cannot function—" "Yes, I know. To drink blood and to have s-sex," Aekeira supplied. Lord Vladya nodded. "Correct. We call them Bloodlust and Sexlust. We must indulge occasionally to keep the mind clear and the beast satisfied. Bloodlust never goes dormant, but Sexlust can. Do you know when our Sexlust instincts go dormant, Aekeira?" She shook her head.

Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE” Luca stood over me, shirt gone, cross swinging between carved abs. Mara knelt at his feet, silver collar shining, and mouth wrapped around his cock—thick, veined, angry—sucking slow and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin onto the floor. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Time to wake the slut,” she purred, crawling up my body, fingers digging into my thighs, and spreading me wider. Luca grabbed the handheld 8K.