Queen Lamia Porn 소설 & 이야기

Narrowing his eyes, he snapped, “Don’t you think you are too presumptuous for being a hostage?” Lily turned around, revealing her delicate features. Long brown hair, jade like skin, soft petal like lips. Regan almost flinched at her appearance. Then, his gaze met her deep grey eyes. They seemed to have a life of their own, sparkling with curiosity and confidence.

Liam, after careful consideration and multiple conversations with my therapist, agreed to meet me for the pass. The night before the pass, I barely slept. The Queen was louder and more seductive than she had been in weeks. She didn’t scream. She seduced. She painted slow, luxurious, hyper-detailed fantasies in my mind — the feeling of being surrounded by dozens of hard, throbbing cocks, the delicious stretch as multiple thick shafts filled my pussy and ass at the same time, the wet, filthy sounds of cum being churned deep inside me while strong hands held me suspended in the air.

Anger and pain flecked through his eyes, his power radiated from him and his hand clasped around Lamia’s neck tightly now. “Is this what you fucking do? Cheat on me behind my back? You are nothing but a fucking whore!” He roared into her face. I felt Conri rear up, ready to defend our queen, but before I could do anything, a crack rang out in the room. Lamia’s hand had met the king’s face, hitting him with such force his head snapped to the side. Her emerald green eyes, bright with her wolf, she pulled his hand from her neck and stood up straight.

LAMIA “Please my Queen,” The pathetic excuse of existence begs as my hand coils around his neck tighter, cutting off his air supply. If I had my sword, I would have already chopped his head off. “Please,” He begs again, his dank yellow eyes conveying his plea. “We submit, we bow to you, our queen. We want to help you fight. We can help.” “You can help by dying.” I spit at him, squeezing tighter until he gasps for breath and claws at my hand.

“- Ahhhh that’s it, go on, don’t stop, fuck me harder, harder! - Ah, you filthy bitch, I am going to cum! - Not yet! Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Harder! Do not stop! - Yeah, yeah, yeah… - I am close, go as fast as you can! - Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…… - Mmmmm…. aaaaaaaahhhhh…. I am done.” My name is Andrea and I am the Futanari queen, the goddess of sex, and whomever I choose is my submissive bitch. I go to the bar where you can ask for any drink your heart desires. The bartender is a beautiful siren with beautiful blue eyes and red hair. I ask for two shots of tequila and three slices of lemon, drink it fast, and go on to the dance floor.

"I want to take you, Isla," Liam's deep voice rumbled, his eyes darkening with passion. "You are my Queen. I want to fuck you hard, make you feel every inch of my desire." Isla's breath hitched at his words. She had been craving this moment, longing for his touch and the surrender she experienced in his arms. With a nod of agreement, she began to undress, her movements graceful and sensual. She let her silk robe slide off her shoulders, revealing her flawless, pale skin and the lacy black lingerie that accentuated her curves. Her full breasts strained against the delicate fabric, and her nipples hardened in anticipation.

“I have but… he maintains he is not a werecat.” “Then what the fuck is he?” Lamia growls back. “That’s the million-coin question, I’m not sure if he even knows.” I think back to the way his skin rippled and his eyes turning that deep shade of red – crimson. And the way his pupils morph and dilate oddly into the shape of crescents. Lamia and I talk for several hours about everything and nothing, and how strange it is now that she is the Queen of shifters. We end the call with me promising to be there when the baby is born.

“A pretty Omega, Titan. She doesn’t even have a wolf. Guards-” “She’s staying,” Titan snapped and glared at the guards stepping forward. “This is Lamia. She is my mistress.” “M-mistress?” Lamia stuttered. “I am YOUR QUEEN!” The woman raged and tried to lunge for Lamia but Titan got between them. “Yes, and you will remain so. Leave Lamia alone or bear the consequences.” “I am your MATE,” the woman’s voice cracked. Lamia felt sick. “Oh my…” She covered her mouth, staring between them.

“Tell me you accept this life, princess. Tell Daddy you want to be my wife — fucked, bred, and protected forever.” “I accept it! I want to marry you, Daddy! Ruin me every day!” Monalisa screamed, finally allowed to cum. Her orgasm was cataclysmic — walls clamping down, squirting messily onto the floor as the knot swelled inside her ass, locking them together. Damien roared and flooded her bowels with thick, hot cum until her belly distended. Still knotted and suspended, they were interrupted by Lucian Vale bursting through the door. The Gamma’s eyes widened at the obscene sight — his Alpha buried deep in his stepdaughter’s ass, her body marked and dripping.

⸻ The room fell silent again. ⸻ Lucian’s expression became lethal instantly. ⸻ “Who.” ⸻ The creature looked at him like he barely existed. Its attention returning to Amara almost immediately. ⸻ “The Moon Queen.” ⸻ A strange sharp pain hit Amara’s chest instantly. Another flash. Another vision. ⸻ Silver wolves running beneath a crimson moon. A woman laughing softly. Gold eyes watching her with devotion. Blood covering white fur. Screaming. Fire.