Psyche Eros Novels & Stories

I could feel something coming and I knew that I was about to climax. “Just cum…forget everything. Just stay with me…” EROS whispered sweetly to me. My eyes widened and I cried out his name loudly when his other hand began pinching my clit. My legs spread even wider apart as my whole body writhed from the unbearable pleasure of his double stimulation. This is just too much…

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

What difference does that make him from Ambrose? “E..Eros.” Azriel asked with a croaked voice. He didn't actually know what had gone wrong, but at some point the pain he felt all over his body was so uncontrollable that he passed out even before he could cry out for help. Now, he was here in the hospital and he didn't need anyone to tell him that this was about Eros. The two were emotional, physical and psychological attached to the hip. So, whatever Eros does, think or feel, he feels them too.

The three of them had developed a language in the past few days that required no words… the touch that meant I've got you, the glance that meant stay with me, and the pressure of a hand that meant not yet, keep going. The festival noise filtered up through the ventilation shafts in the walls. Moans layered over music, the wet sounds of bodies and the occasional fractured scream when someone's loop tipped past pleasure into something the nervous system wasn't designed to sustain. The crowd had stopped being a collection of individuals and had become something collective… a single organism pulsing with overlapping fantasies, and Echo was the current running through it. They were on the fourth

Her release came sharp and sudden, tearing through her like a storm, as it left her broken and slumped against the stool. But Eros didn’t stop. He wasn't done. As he kept moving inside her, chasing his own oblivion, his thrusts grew wilder and sloppy with desperation. His growls vibrating in his chest, the smell of sweat, sex, and tequila clung to them both.

"I can." And that single statement answered every unspoken question lingering in my mind. I felt myself step back instinctively, my legs moving on their own as if my body was trying to distance itself from him before my mind could even process why. I wasn’t entirely sure if what I was feeling right then was pure fear, overwhelming confusion, or just sheer awe—but one thing was undeniably clear: Eros was not human. He simply couldn't be. He just admitted it. He confirmed that he really could read my mind, that he had access to my thoughts and secrets whenever he wanted. And that terrifying nightmare I had? It wasn’t just a random product of my imagination or a mere coincidence. It was real in

A friend. "My name is Eros." The boy said. "I'm Psyche." She answered. "You have a nice name. It suits you." The boy compliments her. "Thank you." She replied and smiled sweetly. They both waited for their mothers to pick them up. They played games while waiting and talked about things they wanted to be. Psyche had fun. She forgot every horrible memory she had experienced. Being with Eros gave her something to look forward to everyday. She hoped that they'll be friends forever.

He rubbed his eyes and stood up. "Is it really you?" He asked as he walked around his desk. She smiled and took a few steps toward him. "It's really me. My sisters are dead. Selena is safe now, and we can be together. That is if you still want me." Eros closed the distance between them and pulled Psyche into his arms. When his body shook against her, she looked up and was shocked to see he was crying. "I was so scared I would never see you again. I love you so much." Eros kissed her hard. Psyche melted against him. She has missed him so much. His hands slid down her body and held her bottom. He always loved her firm round butt.

she begged, tracing a hand over her trembling, wet chin. I didn't bother answering. I simply hauled her up by her hair and dragged her brutally across the mattress. I ordered her to get on all fours, her ass hoisted high in the dead center of the bed, her face hovering over the edge of the mattress. Now, it was time for her to savor Saul. In the underbelly of the club, he was known as EROS—the god of love and desire. He moved with a more sensual, deceptive tenderness, while I, Ares, was the raw, unbridled brute. It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.