Raid Temptress Novels & Stories

Raina asked when I tried to get up, wrapping her legs around my torso and trapping me between her legs. “Are you sure?” I asked, unable to resist anymore. Fuck. She was a temptress. My temptress. Raina nodded, trapping her lower lip between her teeth. The erotic look on her face… the way her eyes glazed over from lust… the way her breasts bounced on her chest with the slightest movement as she tried to have my cock rub against her core… she would be the death of me, and I mean death by pleasure. She was the sexiest woman I had ever laid my eyes on, and she was mine forever.

She was a bombshell infact a true temptress indeed since she managed to captivate and draw my attention, she's got the most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen and those perky nipples of her looked so fucking edible but yet adorable, they were raspberry pink and it left me wishing that I could have my tongue moving against them in my mouth. The way she’s dancing is incredibly sexy, swaying that cute little ass and taking languorous swings around the pole, Suddenly my dick is standing to attention. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, and from what I can tell in my peripheral vision, every other man in this joint is staring at this temptress on stage as well. She was almost done with her danc

I will not have my sister die. But while I have managed to stop Zion from shooting my sister, the strength granted by the succubus in me has all but depleted and I am no match for Zion’s men who easily subdue me. They grab hold of my arms and force me on my knees. “Beta –“ One of his men call out only to earn a death glare by Zion. His warrior quickly corrects himself, “Alpha Zion, we have caught the temptress. What should we do with her?” Ryder sees me and he goes wild. He trashes wildly and tries to fight his way towards me. Julianne sees me too but says nothing, instead, she lowers her head and fixes her gaze on the ground.

Adam trailed referring to the unlucky humans who were made to crawl. “I ruined the nymph’s progress, it is part of the game,” Terra said with a wicked smile. “So, other women will try to make your captives come?” Adam asked as he fully understood. “Such a cruel game.” “Here comes the bad part,” Terra said. “Since I am not part of the game, you need to be someone’s captive to be edged.” Adam sighed. “I knew that,” he replied as his cock trembled with excitement. “But who?”

They were the ones who had supplied her with the heavy sedative and the fake mating pheromones. "You're late, woman," the taller rogue said, stepping out from the shadows. He had a nasty scar across his lip and smelled of cheap tobacco and sweat. "I was busy making sure our plan went smoothly," Melissa said, crossing her arms and looking down her nose at them. "The Alpha completely fell for it. The girl and his brother are locked in the dungeon as we speak. You did your job, now take your remaining gold and leave my territory." She tossed a small velvet pouch onto a rotting wooden table between them. The scar-faced rogue picked it up, opened it, and poured the gold coins into his rough palm.

Rita pulled her mouth off a cock just long enough to scream, “Please breed me! Pump your rogue seed deep! I want to carry your pups and shame Keiran!” That sent them over the edge. They came like animals. Thick, potent ropes flooded us. My belly swelled from the sheer volume. Rita looked pregnant already, cum leaking everywhere. We were both panting, covered in sweat and cum, when the leader’s phone rang. He answered it with a smirk. “Yeah… we’ve got them. Both sluts are already full of our cum.” He laughed. “Tell Alpha Keiran his Luna is currently leaking rogue seed all over the floor and begging to be bred again.”

My voice is sharp and I watch as she wrenches back in shock before nodding. I sighed staring around me. There were many beautiful women here tonight. I could easily get one of them in my bed. But none was that little blonde temptress that seemed to rile me up. The woman comes back with the drink, her hands brushing purposely against my own as she hands it to me. "If you change your mind, my shift ends in ten minutes. We could go to my place, I promise I'll show you a good time." She whispers coyly. I didn't answer her as I took a swig of my drink, loving the way the liquid burned down my throat.

Vikram The screaming of someone really pleasures me to my core as it’s doing now. Despite that his one will damage my eardrums but I am not done with my art, I am gonna need more blood to make the terrified face of his on my painting. My eyes trailed away from my paint board to him, sitting on his knees with nothing other than pants. I stuffed his mouth with a leather belt, full of spikes, I used the same to tied his wrists and ankles to keep him attached to the floor. If he dared to scream or move, the more it will slice his cheeks, hands, and legs he has more cuts on his body than the hair, in spite of this, he has the guts to beg for mercy.

We waited for almost two hours, staring at nothing when mom appeared from the kitchen, her hair was shattered as she tried to tie it a bun, her clothes were different and she was now wearing pajama, her upper clothe was a piece of gray tube that emphasizes her curves and flawless skin, showing her navel. She was fifteen when she had Wilson, his father was her boyfriend but she cheated. Six years after she started working as a stripper and well, she went out with other men for better income. She had me when she was twenty one, and her tragedy went on to Silver. She's now in her forties but she looks like she doesn't age, she was still the beautiful and sexy woman she was before.

The air in the room was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the sharp, cold static of fear. On the center of the table lay a digital tablet. It displayed three high-resolution images: the broken balcony in Tuscany, the cooling bodies of the older Valenti brothers in the vineyard, and a grainy, blurred shot of a black SUV exiting a Roman parking garage. "The Valenti boys were fools," a woman whispered. She sat at the head of the table, her silver hair pulled back into a tight, severe bun. She was known only as The Matriarch. "They mistook a sleeping lion for a rug. Now, they are dead, and the lion is awake."