Sexy Lucifer Statue Novels & Stories

“Why do you need my orgasms? Are you some kind of incubus?” I hurl the words at him like a taunt, but all he does is smile broadly. It’s the first time that I’ve spoken in a week. My voice is husky and raw from not talking for so long and the fear that is clawing my chest. “I am the prince of darkness. The master of evil deeds and temptation. And though I enjoy death and dismemberment as much as the next god, I don’t think that would bode well for you to survive if that was the way that I went to make you my goddess. So, I went to temptation. Each time that either of us orgasm, your shields are lowered enough that I can build up your goddess powers. So, we’re going to make sure that

Elyssa pointed again, frustrated with his response, and with the possibility that she was alone in seeing whatever this was. “I see the tip of a golden statue.” Her jaw clenched as Lucian stared at her for longer than she could bear. His eyes slithered over her, taking their sweet time as they stripped her bare of the robe that barely concealed her. She gripped the robe tightly before hugging herself against the chill creeping over her. Lucian’s full, yummy lips curved in a whelming smile before he looked towards the wall opening up to their right. She turned towards it too, her heart thumping from the scent of Lucian’s lust and whatever laid beyond the wall.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

Litith was now in his lap; hugging him tightly. "Honey... you are being a succubus again..." he tried to pull away, but her grip was tight. "Just a kiss.?!" She was reaching for his face now. I do not know if it was because I was there or if it was normal, but Lucifer's face turned redder than a cherry. He did as she asked though, and kissed her. The way they kissed reminded me of mine and Ezekiel's kiss. I was red now too. I let out a cough.

One of them attracts me with a well known burst of ferocity and I fight to resist the urge to go to him. ‘It’s Luca’. He is chained. Suddenly fear stabs my heart. Why is he chained ? ‘What is this ?’ Siri points to a ring of greyish persons on the ground. The golden light is pulsating from their hearts and with each beat it spreads through their bodies. ‘Why have they not changed earlier ?’ Marta asks with surprise and curiosity. Siri moves over to the men and looks closer at a wooden statue in their midst. ‘This is a fallos statue of Frej’. Siri looks down at the men. ‘What is this place ?’

So he let us go and decided to run away as fast as he can just to be able to get rid of me and to the light within me. “This light… is this… power?” I deeply stared at my hands. “Emerald… I…” Lucifer gradually lost his consciousness. I came to pick him up but he was too heavy. So I just let him rest round my arms and wait until he finally open up his eyes. After a while, he finally regain his consciousness. He woke up and suddenly look into my hands. “The light that came from you earlier… it was… sacred,” he whispered. “Sacred? What do you mean? Why would I gain this kind of power even if God already abandoned me?” I grasped his arms and begged for the answer.

“Your Majesty, King Lucifer has sent these to please you,” one of the demons says as he enters the room, carrying a necklace of large rubies, a dress made of sheer gauzy black silk, pure white calfskin slippers, a pearl the size of my fist, and a tiara made of black obsidian, diamonds, blood-red garnets, and rubies. I try not to roll my eyes in front of the servant. I can’t let anyone—except Persephone—know how much I absolutely loathe Lucifer.

Lucifer was everything that Lilith has said he would be. He was perfectly sculpted, from his fine chiselled facial features, to his broad shoulders and back, right down to his foot size. It was like he was sculpted by god himself, which I guess he was? Unlike Lucas and Lilith, Lucifer was dark haired. His eyes burned two fiery orbs, not unlike Lysander’s. Thick bushy eyebrows were the crowning jewel. Like Lilith, at first glace to look at him, he looked no older than late 20s. His toned physique showing no signs of age. He certainly didn’t look old enough to have fathered the 13 adult children whose portraits hung in the long gallery.

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

, she laughs harshly, "She begged for me to touch her" "You fed off her sexual energy and life force, you almost killed her", Ender stated flatly. Charlotte stared at him in shock, she had been drinking the red mist every time Lucille orgasmed but she didn't know it was hurting her. It had tasted so sweet and succulent that she couldn't help herself and it had sated the aching hunger inside her. She was distraught now she knew that she had hurt Lucille even though she never meant to. "You're a succubus Charlotte, you feed off sexual energy every time you bring someone to orgasm but you also drain a little of their life force each time", Ender explained.