Peerless Lust Novels & Stories

"I saw you from afar and just wanted to say hi.” This was a lie. Anita had been stalking him. He was the key to her success. The lady sitting with him looked so beautiful. "I was also hoping to put some publishing questions across to you. But it looks like you're busy.” “No I’m really not,” he said, surprising Mimie. She was totally dumbfounded at his sour attitude towards her. He averted his gaze to her and didn't look the least bit concerned about her feelings.

He flinches as he answers the question. Heimdall shakes his head a bit as Adrian asks the question. Adrian says "Well I certainly am done here. Lena he's all yours." He steps out from the corner and walks out from the conversation area. Lena turns back, rubs her palms together and shoots a straight beam into Lust's chest from a long distance. A loud "biiitzzzz" comes out from the impact and lust destroys the chair from the blast. A huge smoke comes out from the area where lust sat. All their eyes widened in surprise as her beam made a loud bang with the body of lust. He scrreches in pain as he got severely burnt by the blast.

It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands. Just as I was about to check out, a sudden pop-up ad caught my attention. It was an advertisement for an ability called "Lust Demon." The description was enticing: "Make any woman surrender to you completely if you ejaculate inside her. This ability ignores all previous rules. Whether the woman has a weak or strong will, she will be yours after just one encounter."

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

My eyes met his lustful ones, "I don't like it, baby. I love it, but I would love it more if I peel this fucking dress off your body and fuck you with that choker on your neck and that heels you are wearing. You would be the perfect personification of Aphrodite." The scene came in my mind and it indeed looked hot and seductive, it would be a perfect description of a woman under the spell of lust. And the thought of him banging me hard made me suck my breath, almost making me feel as if it wasn't just because of his tight yet gentle hold on my waist. When our eyes met again, his black orbs were darker and I could see eros in them.

Roaming down past my belly button to my damp mound. With a hiss, I snap my eyes open to find the cause of this feeling. There he sat, I know he was Lust, by the way his eyes locked on mine even when everyone else's was dead set on Wrath and the growing tension between him and Mystery Man. His purple eyes glinted as he cocked his head to the side, eyeing me like a predator does his prey, like a greedy king to a mountain of gold. With curiosity and something hot. I look away, but the feeling didn't stray. The invisible fingers continued to play me like a strung guitar, slipping over my nipples, caressing my collarbone, and even playing with my hair. His energy was relentless and I had enough.

Several years later, she’d rue this day, but it’d be too late by then. Before dropping her off at the venue of the variety show, they’d managed to exchange numbers and do everything but have sex. The sexual tension in the car was so thick that one could cut through it with a knife. Anyone would frown upon getting cozy with a person you recently met, but those societal norms don’t apply to Lust. As far he is concerned, the earlier, the better. One thing led to another, and soon, the world’s model- that was her title back then- and the world’s most eligible bachelor, Lascivus Läwst, became a ‘thing’.

Raw, wide, burning. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t be. They moved. No gentleness. Only force. In. Out. In. Out. Hell’s rhythm. “You’ll be nothing after this,” Lust said, breathless. “Nothing but our toy,” Wrath agreed, guttural. And I loved it. In the madness, I moved back—meeting them, chasing more. Begging without words. My hole stretched like it belonged. My cock was hard again. Close.

Relentless. The bed shook with every powerful thrust. Lila’s moans turned into screams of pleasure-pain as he destroyed her pussy. His claws dug into her hips, holding her in place while he railed her like a beast. “Take it, little witch,” he growled. “This cunt belongs to me now. I’m going to fill you with so much demon cum you’ll never be satisfied with mortal cock again.” Lila came violently, her walls clamping down around his massive shaft as she squirted around him. Azrael roared and buried himself deep, flooding her womb with thick, glowing cum that burned deliciously inside her.

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."