Queen Lamia Porn Novels & Stories

“Everyone was completely thunderstruck. Right, sweetheart?” Lamia is looking breathtaking this morning, her dark hair pulled back into a high, perky tail that gives her the fierce look of a lethal huntress, making my blood run hot. She is not an innocent virgin, but she carries herself with a controlled, pristine restraint that makes the prospect of corrupting her utterly intoxicating. Why does the thought of teaching my wife how to be utterly ruined in bed turn me on so intensely? Why is she so devastatingly hot across a breakfast table?

But then, the scent hits me. Usually, June smells like sweet vanilla and sun-ripened peaches, a scent so innocent and beautiful it makes my teeth ache. But today, right now, it’s evolved. Beneath the sweetness, there is something deep, primordial, and terrifyingly powerful bleeding through. It smells like crackling ozone before a massive, destructive storm, mixed with ancient, sun-warmed amber. It's the unmistakable scent of a lineage that has survived for millennia, and it hits my wolf like a physical blow to the chest. ‘Mine. Queen. Power,’ Damian snarls, his claws practically raking the inside of my soul as he tries to surge forward and kneel before her.

“Half breed slut! I can smell the witch blood on you.” Then before I could respond, she grabbed my arm, digging her nails into the skin as she brought her face closer to me. “Lurking in the shadows… Did you cast a spell with that filthy blood of yours?” “This half breed is the High Luna of the nation.” My voice was steady as I did my best to rein in my anger. Injila’s face went slack. “What?” “Let go,” I growled darkly. “I won't ask again.”

Her lips had a natural pout that made her look like she was always asking for something she didn’t think she’d get. The last girl was my very favorite. Landry wasn’t a full succubus like the other girls. Her hair was mousy brown, like it had tried to be golden, but had fallen just short. She wore it in a braid down her back. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown that reminded me of Ford’s eyes. It made me happy to see them, when Landry looked up. She was always looking at the floor or off to the side.

The light in the room dimmed as if the torches themselves held their breath. She began to see. Her eyes opened wide. A haze of silver light unfurled behind them. She did not blink as she spoke the vision aloud. “Long ago,” she said, “there was a queen of the Emerald Pack. Her name was Elaria. She was fearless and tender. Her hair shone like moonlight when the river ran clear. Her mate was brave, loyal, and fierce. They loved each other with a flame that could have burned mountains.” The Seer’s voice softened. “But war came and darkness rose. The people of Elaria’s pack were threatened by a power that would have slaughtered them all. A shadowed force walked the valley, and wolves fell to madn

Plus, I just wanted to see my little wolf smile. “I guess she is in the realm she was born in.” Lamia gives a light chuckle; her smile quickly fades a solemn expression coming over her. I don’t ask, I wait for her to tell me in her own time. I lay down with her, pulling her back against my chest, wrapping her up with my arms again. Lamia talks about Seneca, giving me snippets of what she is like and how smart she is. She talks until she can no longer keep her eyes open, and they flutter close.

Logan was sure the man had never made a joke in his life. "He's the only vampire here." Hunter's words didn't satisfy Logan at all. How could there be a vampire in the Lycan Kingdom? Seriously? "He can't be one of Myrene's men, can he?" Logan asked. "Queen Myrene, if you don't mind." "Yeah, whatever." "He's one of the Queen's illegitimate consorts." Logan gaped in disbelief. "WHAT?!" How many men did Myrene have? Meanwhile, Hunter seemed very calm about Logan's reaction.

I get startled by the sudden voice so I look at the source of the voice and find a very beautiful as well as well-built woman standing on the doorstep. "Umm, who are you?" I ask with a gulp. "My name is Nicole Leigh and the Gamma of this pack." She replies walking inside the room. "What's this pack name and why am I brought here?" I ask out of curiosity. "This is the Forbidden Rogue Pack and I am sorry for kidnapping you, Luna Queen." I hold back a gasp when she slightly bows her head. "Why are you calling me Luna Queen?" I inquire because no one ever called me by this title then why she is doing it.

Like sisters, maybe? “Pshaw,” the queen flicked a wrist and the sirens around her cringed back, “This is nothing. That infernal bird riled everyone up again. We had to do something.” “You mean the Lightning Bird, Astrapi?” said Ilyria. The queen’s eyes widened. “Delightful,” she said, walking toward Ilyria. Ilyria sensed Madame Skia’s panic but stood her ground. Up close the queen was disconcerting. Her flesh hung grey and loose but her eyes were sharp and of a quite beautiful mauve hue, edged in long dark lashes. “I smell it on her,” she said, sniffing Ilyria. She turned to Madame Skia. “Have she and the bird been … intimate yet?”

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.