Pussy A Reclamation Novels & Stories

“For weeks, we battled,” she sighed. “The earth shook with our conflict. Mountains crumbled. Forests burned. And finally, I won. I put the moon back in its place and I banished him to the underworld. Sent him down through a portal that I sealed with every ounce of power I possessed.” “A portal,” I whispered, eyes widening. She nodded. “The force of it created a mountain full of rubies and sulphur.” My stomach dropped. She didn’t need to say it out loud for me to know which mountain she was referring to.

“This has his stink all over it.” Ethan’s fists clenched, veins corded down his wrists. “I’ll end him.” “Ethan” I stepped forward, but he cut me off, eyes burning. “You shouldn’t even have to see this filth, Sonia. I told you Adrian would strike back, but this? He’s playing dirty, and now the whole world thinks” His words stuttered, like he couldn’t bring himself to finish. “That I’m your mistress?” My laugh was bitter, hollow. “Congratulations, Ethan. The narrative fits your image exactly. The wealthy and his dirty secret.”

His Alpha pride was clearly wounded, and he was not pleased to have his authority questioned. "I strongly advise against getting involved with someone who engages in promiscuous behavior and manipulates others to get what she wants. And just so you know, her aunt practices alternative healing methods. If you couldn’t detect her scent, maybe you need to rethink your skills." My voice was strained as I struggled to contain my wolf. Fur began to push through my pores, bones shifting audibly, mirroring his wolf’s transformation.

Maddie tried to push thoughts aside. She knew she desired him, and her need for it was overwhelming. She was only grateful she wasn’t giving her virginity to the alpha that had rejected her. The feeling of betrayal and confusion that had once left her feeling drained and lifeless, turned to arousal by the touches of Alpha Lucien. Lucien’s fingers trailed across her skin, and the heat in her body intensified with each touch.

Something like satisfaction flickered across her face. "Julian was easy," she said. "Bitter, desperate men always are. I found Marcus months ago, offered him gold and information in exchange for small favors. Leaving the ring where you'd find it. Sending word that Julian was watching the border. It didn't take much to convince him his Alpha still wanted you back, and even less to convince Marcus that helping him would earn him a place at Julian's side once you were reclaimed." "You used them," I said. "Both of them."

I am NOT a pussy! "Oh, fuck..." That comment was sparked by two realizations, the first being fairly obvious. She'd brainwashed me, all right. Decided I was a pussy and had me scribble my way to manhood. Which was ridiculous, because I am not a pussy! Which was in turn confusing, because I was, or had been, even if now, I am not a... Crap. Those words. I am not a pussy. Once I'd thought them, they wouldn't go away. It was the world's catchiest jingle advertising my own masculinity and refusing to stop. Knowing what I knew about the Serenex, I was aware that intellectually the thought was new, and was false - except not false, not being a pussy was the truest thing about me - and there was no

Every humiliation I’d suffered, from losing the pendant to being forced from the master bedroom, being slapped, and being accused, had all been a carefully orchestrated lie. Worst of all, Enzo had bought her lies. He used me as a stepping stone and my family as a bargaining chip. “Thank you.” I closed the files, tears falling onto the pages, smearing the word “Camorra.” However, this time, my tears weren’t for Enzo; they were for the foolish, enduring version of myself.

“Fuck, you’re dripping. Spread your pussy and let me see how much you want me.” She exhaled harshly, drifting a hand between her legs and spreading her lips, showcasing her glistening pussy. My tongue pooled with salvia, eager to feast upon her like a true delicacy. “Fuck it.” I chuckled, sweeping my hands atop her thighs and dragging her to the edge. Her breath hitched as I gazed up at her, drinking in that lewd expression as I slipped two fingers into her hole. “I was going to play with you, Ma Cherie, but clearly I can’t control myself when I see this pussy weep for me.”

She doesn't let me fuck a million times before she crumbles against me, exploding for the third time, maybe forth, since she showed me how a sweet ebony pussy looks and tastes. “Mmm… Good girls.” I pull out, wrestling with my climax. I stroke my cock, sweeping off their milk from my shaft, and jerking off on them. Their ass. One at a time, in a freaking cum spree. They're back. Pussy… Every place that screams memory!

"Please Master, Pease fill your pussy with your giant cock. Shove it in me, please. Pound your needy little cunt Master: Please stretch it, own it, use it. I need you to claim your pussy, Master. I want you to own your pussy master." Gio knelt behind and her and rubbed the head of his swollen cock against the slit of her pussy. "Is this what you want, Sister-Slut? Do you want me to claim this pussy and destroy it?"