Novel & Cerita Powerless Spicy Chapters

The cigar slipped from Lucien’s mouth. The entire room froze. I spoke calmly. “Now I have chips.” “So tell me, Lucien.” “Are you calling or not?” Thirty minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.

Althоugh my friend, whо had been fuсked by sоmeоne fоr the first time, had stоpped riding fоr a lоng time, my exсitement had grоwn mоre and mоre and when she leaned fоrward a little and rubbed her pussy оn my оnly perfused part оf the bоdy, I immediately saw my impending end. The pоint оf nо return brоught me the sight оf her fully waxed tits, оn whiсh Julius' relatively сlear, thin sperm nоw ran tоwards the nipples and dripped slоwly frоm there оntо my upper bоdy.

"Mmn!~ I love your cock so much. I want it inside me every hour of each day. Oh fuck~ Daddy, pound me faster, engrave your name in my honeyed depths with your big, fat dick of unrighteous fucking... Oh fuck~" "Mmmmmn~ Yeah, fuck me, Daddyyy! Ohh~! Aw~ H-uhh~ Aaa-argh~ Aaaaah~!!" A/n: Thanks for reading. Sorry for the late updates, I haven't been feeling well. Same as now, but I can't keep your Majesties underfed. So, here's one. I hope you liked this chapter. I'm not very good at spicy scenes, but I did my best and will continue to improve.

Shocked by the unexpected attack, she then heard Jayson's voice filled with frustration and anger. "Can you stop fu*king making me feel so pathetic, Hattiea? I am here to fu*king talk!"

I cleared my throat to signal Liani to try so that we could get my mother out of there as soon as possible. She nodded her head as if she knew what I meant. When she went to grab Layla’s hand, she didn’t pull away as Maya did. Instead, her head flew back and her eyes were the lilac color of her wolf’s and her powers were beaming from her and Layla’s hand. She began to shake and I hurriedly went to stand behind her steadying her as she shook to ensure she didn’t fall. Holding her felt weird… but it also felt very right. Eventually, the lights from her powers faded, she dropped Layla’s hand, and her eyes closed as she went limp in my arms. “LIANI” I yell.

(Alexander The God of Absolute powers Pov) (Warning this chapter can be considered offense. This is a dark novels book and some scenes are needed to tell Mazaya's story. If certain things offend you just skip to the last paragraph when you hit that part.last paragraph is Important for the story.)

I published the chapter at 3 a.m. and woke up to hundreds of comments. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever read.” “I came twice. How are you this good?” “Finally! Real, raw, filthy sex that actually feels real.” “This is so spicy.” “This chapter plus my vibrator made my night.” “I literally can't wait for more.” “I can't believe Lila had sex with Julian… she definitely needed a break from Chris and his nagging.” “I can read this all day, can't wait for more.”

Mason’s muffled groans vibrated through us both. The power was intoxicating. This man who had dominated my fantasies was now chained beneath us, taking everything we gave. Madison was relentless — riding his face until her thighs shook, then switching to ride his cock while I sat on his chest and made him watch. We took turns slapping his thighs, his chest, his face lightly. Every moan he gave fueled us. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged, bouncing on him. Madison slapped his cheek. “You heard her.”

“Maybe it is. Maybe I wrote it so you’d finally stop treating me like just another student. You stand up there in lectures tearing everyone apart with that voice, and all I can think about is you tearing my clothes off and using me until I can’t speak straight. Does that make you hard, Dr. Black? Knowing your words make my pussy wet in the middle of class?” He didn’t flinch. Instead he stepped closer, towering over me, one hand gripping the back of my chair. The heat from his body rolled over me, and I could smell him again. “Careful,” he murmured, flipping to another page of my essay. “You claim the power exchange makes the submission hotter. Explain that part. Word for word. Don’t hide beh

Maybe that would buy her time to figure out what to do. By evening, exhaustion finally drove her back to her apartment. Maybe she'd overreacted. Maybe she should just sell the shares, take the money, disappear like they'd suggested. She unlocked her door. And froze. The apartment was destroyed. Furniture overturned. Cushions slashed. Papers shredded everywhere. Her laptop, the one she'd thrown, was smashed into pieces. The walls were spray-painted with a single word repeated over and over in dripping red letters: STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP