Selene Castle Porn Novels & Stories

I'd already collected enough disappointments to fill a stadium. "What a psycho," I muttered with a cold laugh. Suddenly, a message from Selene popped up on my comm-stone. It was a photo with a timestamp: 1:00 AM last night. In the picture, Selene was wearing a lace nightgown that left nothing to the imagination, sitting daintily on Pheisar's lap. Pheisar's lips were pressed against her chest. The vibe was so thick with that cloying, sweet pheromone of hers that I could almost smell it through the screen.

It's true that their styles are completely opposite, as different as water and oil, but they don't have to agree on everything, do they? All this work made her very thirsty. Selene leaves the immense closet and uses the same path she and Clarisse had taken to the upper floor, heading downstairs for some water. She gets momentarily distracted in the hallway, looking at some photos, paintings, and sculptures that she finds simply fascinating. This place is beautiful and almost as large as the castle of Alba Noctis, though it has its own unique charm.

“Then don’t make me wait.” Selene smirked, but there was something dark in her eyes something possessive, something wrecked. “Oh, I intend to take my time.” She pushed Callista onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator savoring its prey. Their mouths met again, slower this time, Selene’s lips teasing, coaxing, as her hands explored. She cupped Callista’s breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers before lowering her mouth to one, flicking her tongue over the hardened peak.

I stayed close by Cain's side, feeling much more comfortable with him as my guide as we made our way to the part of the castle that I recognized. He led me to his room and opened the door for me to walk inside. Following me, he closed the door behind us and ventured into the room and over to the fireplace to light it. "Sorry it's cold in here," he said, grabbing the matchbox. "No one's been in here since we left." "It's not a problem." I walked over to bathroom door and opened it, my eyes gazing longingly at the large freestanding bathtub. "I'm going to take a bath to warm up," I told Cain, placing the blanket over the back of the couch.

(Flora's POV) It was a bright and sunny day. Accompanied by Betty and Nick, we walked our way to the sanatorium. As I learned, Leo picked this very high-end and modern sanatorium equipped with state-of-the-art facilities and professional medical care for Caitlyn Christian. I thought she would have a pleasant and easy time here.

He smiled secretly, “There are three keys to unlock the cage; the first is the ring of fire. It is said that the ring will only light up in the presence of those chosen by the Goddess.” He dropped a match into a torch at the front of the cage and I watched as the fire spread around the cage till it reached the back where a shrine was lit up. My heart rate increased as I stared at the sight before me and a small gasp escaped my lips. Her true form was even more beautiful than I had imagined. As I stared into the smiling eyes of my soul, tears gathered in my eyes. Mother Selene was as alluring as the moon itself.

But lately, our connection felt strained, as if something unseen threatened to tear us apart. Just as my thoughts started to wander, the door to the castle swung open, revealing Selene's radiant figure dressed in a long maxi dress that hugged her sexy hourglass figure, my cock twitched. A mix of relief and adoration washed over me as her eyes locked with mine. The tension between us was palpable but I was determined to make things right. "Damon," Selene whispered, her voice soft and unsure. "What is all this?" She said pointing out to our traveling suitcases that I had asked Hana to pack for us.

Selene teased, a sultry smirk curling her lips as she sat back on the plush couch, legs crossed, deliberately letting her robe part to reveal a teasing expanse of thigh. Ryker’s eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth lifting in a lazy smirk. “And I can feel your heartbeat racing from across the room,” he replied, stalking closer like a predator approaching prey. His movements were fluid, a dangerous grace in every step. “Tell me, Luna, are you taunting me?” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Selene purred, tracing a finger down the line of her collarbone, drawing his gaze lower. Her pulse quickened, and the scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, a siren’s call he could never resist.

Selene, with her gentle heart and radiant beauty, had always been a source of comfort and strength for him. Selene was a vision of grace and elegance, her form delicate yet strong. Her skin glowed with a soft, silvery light, and her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonbeams. Her eyes, a striking shade of midnight blue, held a depth of compassion and understanding that few could match. She moved with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her presence bringing a sense of calm and peace to all who were fortunate enough to be in her company.

Selene was in her fiancé’s penthouse in London, wrapped in silk sheets, eating strawberries like she was the main character of the universe. Her phone dinged. Then dinged again. Then again. She frowned, picking it up lazily. At first, she smiled — expecting Damian’s name. But no. It was her friend group chat: “Elite Babes” And every message had the same energy. “Selene have you seen the pictures?!” “girl, Aria owned the stage”