Pokephilia Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

Keatton moaned as his head looked heavenwards and bit his bottom lip hard. “Good morning, son,” “Daddy? W-What are you doing— ahhhhhhhhhh,” “Eating your pussy. What the hell do you think I am doing anyway?” Damon chuckled as he eats Keatton’s pussy. It was dripping wet now. Keatton felt something itchy inside him. He holds Damon’s head as he pushed it more in-depth into his pussy. “Yes! There, Daddy! Ohhhhhhhhhhh. There! Ahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh,” he moaned. Damon hardens his tongue as he licked the hymen of Keatton. It was delicious and addictive for him. He jerked himself fast, feeling his pre-cum on his fingers. So he had an idea.

Moon almost growled, slamming down his laptop shut, but it was the voice and sight of Lexi that had him rooted on his place. “Pa….. nghhhh….”. Lexi moaned pulling out the dildo to the base and then smacked inside his pussy. His visible round tummy was peeking out of the hem of the shirt and Moon could see how his pussy walls rippled against the silicon. “I am coming home baby. And then I will punish you for being a naughty boy”. Moon said in a dark tone. “Ngh… prom…ises. Pro..mi..ses”. Lexi stuttered as his hips faltered, rolling and clenching to keep the dildo fixed inside.

She unconsciously asked without realizing that her own words were filled with jealous connotations. "Who? Who is Lily? I only know you're mine Aurora. I can only see you in my eyes." Phelan spoke in a sexy voice and gave Aurora a soft kiss. Aurora seems satisfied with this answer. She let Phelan slide her panties down to her bare leg. Phelan knelt between her legs, the tip of his tongue reaching out and licking her sensitive spot. The pleasure that Aurora felt made her mind go blank, she couldn't think of anything. Does she love or hate Phelan? Is she jealous of Lily? These things don't matter anymore.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Enchanted Evenings With Damon Phera POV: In that moment, suspended in time under the moonlit gazebo, the space between Damon and me vanished as our lips met in a kiss that was both a discovery and a confirmation. His lips were soft yet insistent, evoking a sizzle of passion that surged through me. The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront.

Selene's pov My senses returned with a bang. What the hell was I doing here? My lips were interlocked in a passionate embrace with the guy who was supposed to be my new family. I withdrew my lips from him, and to my uttermost disgust, I felt myself hesitate. “Stop,” I muttered. He withdrew away away hesitantly too and stared at me with those golden eyes. I turned away as the blood flew up to my face and I blushed madly. This guy was going to think I'm some naive countryside girl.

The sting made León flinch, but Fyre's hand pinned him in place, holding him still as he licked the blood away, slow and savouring. “You taste like fear and honey,” Fyre murmured against his skin. “A dangerous combination.” León's dick, that had gone to sleep, stirred against his stomach. He didn't even understand how that thing that only hardened every morning he woke up would wake thrice now. Seeing how excited their sacrifice had gotten despite having two orgasms, Finn shifted. He rose to his knees, and León saw him properly for the first time. León's breath caught when his eyes landed on that unusual dick between his legs.

“So that’s what it meant.” Then his expression brightened again immediately. “But she still licked me.” He looked up at me with absurd confidence. “She likes me.” I genuinely had no response. And then, as if determined to destroy the remaining stability of the situation entirely, Lemon lowered her head again and absentmindedly licked his fingertip once more. Probably because his hands smelled like milk. Probably because he currently resembled warm furniture with emotional attachment issues. But Julian reacted like he’d just been knighted. “You saw that, right?” he said immediately, visibly thrilled. “She did it again.”

Leon lightly flicked Felen's forehead. Suddenly Felen immediately grimaced as he touched his forehead which was slightly reddened by Leon's annoying behavior. "You're annoying," he hissed softly, and the demon holding him chuckled again. "Can you only heal through a kiss?" "...No, but the erotic way is more challenging, isn't it?" A mischievous grin crept onto Leon's lips, and Felen responded with an annoyed snort. They came out of the shattered room followed by a flock of butterflies and baby dragons. Just as he passed through the large door, Satan was waiting there with his arms crossed in a haughty manner.

Then Liam lifted his head, his lips brushing against my throat as he whispered, “Since this is our last last time… let me ride you.” I stared at him. My cock twitched, already rising from the dead. “You want to ride me?” I asked, cocking a brow. He smirked, his voice rough. “You always take control. Let me do it this time.” I gave him a lazy grin, lying back against the pillows again. “Be my guest.” Liam sat upright, his fingers trailing down my chest. Then, without warning, he ducked his head and started sucking me off again—slow, teasing licks, his tongue swirling around the tip like he had all the time in the world.

My fingers were so close to where I needed them, they brushed over the hem of her panties and she squeaked, her cheeks burning bright red. I chuckled at her shyness. “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.” Her bright eyes softened. “Do you promise?” I nodded, my chest expanding as I realized just how much she trusted me. “I do, now spread your legs for me, let me make you cum.” I cupped her through her underwear, my thumb trailing over her slit. She was so fucking soaked that her panties stuck to her skin. Her eyes squeezed shut, a strangled sound forcing its way out of my throat.