Psyche Eros Novels & Stories

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.

She was very addicted to his passionate kiss and only then did she feel the pain again when he suddenly pushed it harder and finally his whole hardness buried into her. "Ahhgggh!" She even moaned inside his mouth. She was also overwhelmed by the sudden pain but he did not release her mouth. He moved slowly over her while still kissing her passionately. Eventually, he stopped kissing her as he moved faster and faster. "Ahhhh .. Unggghhh!" the pain she once felt was being replaced by a strange sensation. Her hips were also rising to keep up with the man's movements. She was moving rhythmically with his body. "Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!" They moaned at the same time.

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

But he was sure that tonight, it would not be just once. He repeated what he had done before and Venus still reacted the same way. So, he repeated it, many times. Until her breathing became consecutive. He did not let go of the woman's hands. He wanted to give Venus a more erotic feeling so he kept them on top of her head while he, in turn, continued the dramatic courtship on both of her breasts. Moments after he seemed to be smearing scorching paint on both ends of Venus's small mountains, he decided to take possession of the tip of her right breast completely. At that point, he heard again what seemed to be her tempting moan because of what he had done.

The sound of it running filled the silence, but it didn’t do much to settle the racing of Harper’s heart. What did he even mean by that? She glanced at him from under her lashes, watching as he methodically wiped his hands with a dish towel, rolling his sleeves down with the kind of effortless precision that made everything he did look intentional. “Did you mean to sound that creepy, or was that just a happy accident?” Harper asked finally, hoping humor would smooth over whatever strange tension had settled over them. Eros didn’t look at her right away. His lips curved slightly, like he’d been expecting her to say something. “I didn’t think it was creepy,” he replied. “I thought it was… hone

"Great... another change of plans. Why didn't I become a florist?" After hanging up, Eros walked to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey unhurriedly. He took a long drink, and in his mind, like a slap, Lucy's words came back: "He... abused me multiple times. He's impotent. And since he can't... perform... with me... he used things..." His hand tightened around the glass. "You're a goddamn dog like our father, Ezra... scum that needs to be eliminated," he growled.

Psyche replied, twinkling her eyes like a child asking for sweets. "I can't vividly remember everything. At first, I thought I was having a weird dream when something soft touched my lips, and I think I liked that feeling. Then, I found myself responding." "Too bad, so even if you went overboard. You'll probably forget it. I highly advise you to do it when you're both sober." "Do what?!" "Make love?" "Are you really my friend?" "Yeah. I'm the harmony of a good and bad friend." Psyche was swaying her eyebrow while raising a peace sign.