Peerless Lust Novels & Stories

said Rendy Pluto Milos while staring at Pierre Zhaopardy with his eyesight which had been covered with his manhood love, lust and desire. “Don’t tell me that…” Pierre Zhaopardy intentionally didn’t finish up his statement. “Yeah… Those twin Crudus’ violins have told us everything, haven’t they? My love and feeling towards you are deeper and deeper at the moment, and so are my lust and my desire…” uttered Rendy Pluto softly and desirably while staring at his lover straight to his eyes. Being stared like that, Pierre Zhaopardy landed an intimate kiss on his lover’s lips. Rendy Pluto chuckled funnily deep down inside his delight and pleasure.

The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

He was way too sexy for his age. They didn’t care about the flowers, the ones Natalia had brought for Tessa, also now crushed beneath them. The lilies and roses snapped under their legs, their sweet scent serenading the ungodly adultery as they relished and enjoyed the fruits of their lust. It was vulgar, it was wrong, and they both knew it, but neither could stop. “Fuck, Natalia,” Pedro growled, his voice rough and raw as he kissed a trail down her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade. Lust became my chain, immortality my cage. I was left to walk through centuries alone, surrounded by obsession, without a pack, without protection, without anyone to stand between me and the hunger I inspired. They called it punishment. I called it survival. And what a body it was. Cursed or blessed, the distinction had long since blurred. I was not blind to it. The weight of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the shape of my arse—men stared, women stared. I knew precisely why. My mouth betrayed me most of all, lips too full, too soft, as though fashioned for begging or being bitten, claimed.

"And a few centuries of hating me for a mistake I made two hundred years ago.” She tips her wine glass, takes a slow sip, and then slams her mouth onto mine. The kiss is hard and hungry. Warm, dark wine leaks between our lips, tasting like grapes and pure lust. I don't give a fuck that over fifty nobles are watching their Alpha and Luna. They can stare. We look like a fucking p**n show and I love it. My hand grips her slender waist, pulling her against me. She gasps and looks up at me, her pupils blown wide, swallowing the iris. “Careful," she breathes against my lips. "You actually remember how to want something."

I gasped out, my voice all shaky and desperate while my hands grabbed at her full ass cheeks, pulling her down so her dripping bare pussy lips could slide messily against the soaked front of my jeans. Ara kept rocking her slippery folds along my seam, her big tits bouncing heavy with every move as she grinned that wicked way. “That was Lustfire, baby. Just a little sex enhancer to turn your sloppy pussy into a dripping desperate mess and make you hornier than you have ever been. Feel it burning deep in your cunt? Good girl. Now shut the fuck up and take this wet pussy on yours.” We lost it completely after that. The Lustfire made everything feel twenty times stronger, like every nerve in my

Every creak, every shadow, every whisper was a move in a dangerous game, one that Nickey intended to master. The night stretched long, suspense winding tighter with every moment. Nickey’s eyes scanned the moonlit corridors, every instinct alert. The figure remained unseen, yet the pull—the challenge—was undeniable. Trina’s hum rose, soft, magnetic, drawing him closer to the line between strategy and temptation.

Suddenly a hand wraps round my neck, my eyes flicker to the mirror, it's Nick. He bent down to my neck whispering in my ear, "My my my, you've surely grown into something irresistible." I tense under his touch as his hand drops from my neck and roams round my back and my torso. He reached down to squeeze my cock through my pants and I instantly melted into his touch. His lips attack my neck leaving love bites and I begin to moan. Nick getting impatient spins me and pins me against the wall. He quickly captures my lips with his, I give into the kiss, both of us fighting for dominance. He lifts one of my legs and wraps it round his waist as he grinds his cock onto mine. I moan into his mouth a

The twack sound stings so beautifully, tearing into the night air. “That’s not my name.” The sting is both delicious and mouth watering. “it is though.” I laugh a little. Another sting. “Fuck.” I hiss as the pain gives way to pleasure. He buries his face in between my neck and face. “You know what I want to hear.” he murmurs, mouth nibbling at my ear lobe. My head lolls back. Pleasure rolling off my back in waves. “Hosea?” I breathe, Another sting.

He said winking at me "I see, so who is the top in the relationship?" Malcolm asked smirking at me "Nathan is. At first we were in the switch but I decided that being a top wasn't for many and I love being a bottom" I said smirking back "Oh, because most guys are ashamed. Being a bottom is amazing but most wouldn't understand the pleasure we get out of it. They see it as a lower stage of homosexual and they think we're actual pussies" Malcolm said to me