Psyche Eros Novels & Stories

--- (DRACO CLUB) The Draco Club was alive, pulsating with energy as neon lights bathed the night in a kaleidoscope of colors. Inside, the beat of the music synchronized with the crowd's collective heartbeat, filling the air with electric anticipation. Laughter and murmurs wove through the atmosphere like a seductive undertone. Yet outside, amidst the thrumming vibrancy, Eros stood still, his silhouette stark against the club's chaos. He raised a glass of whiskey to his lips, the amber liquid burning a trail down his throat. But the fiery drink failed to extinguish the inferno in his mind. His thoughts were chained to one name-Evanora.

Eros walked right to me, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a pull I couldn't resist. "Erasthai..." a deep sombre voice sifted into my mind frame, and in that moment, I lost my will. My eyes turned void as I pulled away from Dexter, meeting his brother halfway. Eros' eyes flickered between red and black as he took large strides until I was mere meters away from him. The entire area fell silent, and the air grew strained. Bolts of electricity revved between us as I waited - desperately waited, for him to say something. Anything.

He seems to notice my confusion and decides to carry on. “I want to push you to that limit, so I know what is too much for you. I want to get you to the point where you scream it because you can’t take any more, whether it is from pleasure or pain. You screaming ‘peach’ would be you sending me over the edge.” He smiles before gently tapping my arse.

He didn't want her to see his face. He gasped when he saw her wearing red lingerie. He could still see the hesitation on her beautiful face. She looks like she wants to run back to the bathroom inside that room. The reaction on her face made him even more excited. The music started. Her hips started to move as well. She was avoiding his eyes. Her lips parted unnoticed as her hands caressed her neck down to her breasts. He could no longer breathe at the strange feeling he was feeling. He wants to come up on stage to do the things that she was doing on her body.

His emotionless Goddess just turned to a lethal seductress and he was helpless when it came to her. " Stroke him,slowly and lightly, apply pressure from time to time." She remembered another way to seduce a man and send him over the edge so she dived in to explore. She was excited with this new experience but damn it, she was loving every minute of it. She stroked him but not gently, she squeezed him not too tight but enough to send Justin jerking and arching his back. Amidst the pleasurable pain,he savoured the restrained sweetness of having his junior securely on her palm. It was painfully pleasurable and he was getting affected. His brain was now fogged with lust and pure desire. He imagi

she shrieked, her voice laced with panic. Desire’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what had just happened. A dead cockroach lay on her lap, its legs twitching grotesquely. The sight was enough to send her spiraling into a wave of fear. She felt the world around her start to spin, her breath quickening as she fought against the rising tide of nausea. “Desire, it’s just a bug! Chill out!” Chase laughed, but his laughter only fueled her terror. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to keep herself from fainting.

Eros sprawled on the couch, breathing heavily as Tisha stood up from the floor and left the room as discreetly as she has entered. Cassandra was on fire now, she could feel her pussy throbbing and her nipples were so hard, that they almost hurt, her breasts were swollen, and, in her head, she started imagining what Eros would feel like inside her. But she still hated him for killing her father and that was the only thought that kept her sane, even though her whole body was sodden with pleasure. She hoped her face didn't give her away. After the girl had left, she looked away from Eros who was now sprawled there on the couch, looking directly at her.

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"