Sex Goddess Novels & Stories

As soon as she relaxed she tried to breathe, and you pulled out just as she started to gag, and Gemma pulled her hand away. "Fuuck," you groaned, wrapping your hand around your cock and pumping it quickly. "Gonna come." Gemma slapped your hand away and shifted, standing behind you and leaning down over you, taking your cock in her hand and pumping you herself. Her bra-clad tits were pressed into her back as she looked over your shoulder and spoke into your ear. "That was the hottest thing I think I've ever done. You're such a fucking sex goddess, Sabrina. Fuck. And John, that was so fucking hot. You stretched out her throat and knew just when to beat her littl

My sex answered with a fresh, shameful pulse of slickness. “Is this body really the work of your God?” she asked, voice dropping to a velvet murmur. One clawed hand gestured lazily down her own form—breasts, waist, the dark triangle between her legs. “All this softness. All this hunger. These lips made for kissing, for sucking, for crying out. This cunt made to be filled, stretched, worshipped. Did your God truly craft something so perfect only to demand it be locked away forever?” Her other hand lifted toward my face. The claw never touched me—only traced the air along my cheek, my jaw, my throat. I felt the heat anyway, as though my skin had grown new nerves just for her.

Blaze, too, had succumbed to her charms, and she had ridden his cock with the same abandon that she had shown with Dexter, her sensual movements and erotic moans driving them to the brink of rapture. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the power to make these men lose control. It was clear that Dexter had an insatiable appetite for carnal pleasure, much like Blaze, and Astrid was a willing participant in their hedonistic pursuits. She had become a veritable sex goddess, a sex freak under their tutelage. Deep inside, she hoped they would be willing to share her, for the mere thought of relinquishing any one of them was simply unbearable. Perhaps her de

It was the only thing Atarah could do outside or maybe read outdoors as she always have, she fingered her necklace as she walked beside her sister. Ezra was the Alpha's blood daughter and thus Atarah sister, she took after her mother with snow white long straight hair, she was built like a doll with petite lips and small pointy nose and perfectly shaped monolid eyes, She was luscious to most people especially men. It wouldn't be surprising if she had already received proposals from suitors already. "Atarah, thank you so much for helping me carry these herbs." She spoke politely with a smile almost with a singing voice, she always acted too feminine like she wasn't strong enough to snap a goa

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

Vanya just wanted to get out from this scene, or at the very least, for both of them to stop being Vikings on her pillaged body. “Hmpphhh!!” squealed Vanya who was unable to let out her voice, as her mouth was still sealed by Niels’. That was no ordinary squeal, as it reverberated through Vanya’s entire body. She was feeling it, as Ned’s tongue kept on dancing like no tomorrow on her pussy’s entrance, teasing her clit in the process. She never felt this way before and the sensation was so overwhelming for her that it sent a jolt across her body, accidentally throwing away her assaultors. ‌

The moon, shrouded in a veil of darkness, casts an eerie glow upon the assembled congregation. Sasha, the epitome of malevolence, stands at the center of the gathering, her eyes ablaze with fervor. She addresses her followers with a voice that carries the weight of ancient secrets and promises of power. Her words weave a hypnotic spell, fueling the fervor of the cult members and stoking the primal instincts within her pack.

Night had almost fallen and the first bright stars were visible. "What the fuck is this?" I asked Guela, my mouth open and taking the sex room in. I didn't even want to know what was in the dressers. She ignored me and instead walked to the stereo and started playing Glory Box by Portishead. "You're in the realm of lust. In order to become one with this realm, you have to become one with yourself. A woman will only feel sexually driven if she feels herself as sexually desired. And no man or woman can do that but herself. Sexual desire comes from within." Guela said in a calm, soft tone. The vibe in the room changed.

Isis, who loses control of her body and senses whenever his hand touches her body lies submissively and does whatever he demands. It had become a routine with Isis going to Omarion’s office everyday expecting to be introduced to a new sex style. Phoenix was not even on her level anymore…the force with which she had decided to learn all the dirty ways of having sex made her get acquainted with all of them day by day. It got to a point where Isis could not hold out anymore and Omarion made her scream his name. “Fuck me harder, Omarion” her voice would struggle to say in between soft moans and groans. Isis was turning into a different person, getting grossly addicted to sex.

She asked the receptionist. “Hmm…” The woman huffed sarcastically. “She’s only forcing to be their exclusive pornstar. Could you that?” Of course, Kate can’t imagine that. Lisa seemed to be full of herself. “But is that even possible?” She asked the woman. “Hell, girl. No.” She leaned over as if wanting to whisper into Kate’s ear. “ The sex gods doesn’t cling to one woman. They fuck any one they choose to. I mean, how do expect men as handsome as