Sexy Mythra Novels & Stories

“I have other shit to focus on. “but...you have needs too.” Kai said I folded my arms. “What do you know about my needs?” “I saw the look in your eyes that night, Remy. When that boy touched you, your body reacted. You have needs, Mama,” he continued. I swallowed, and instinctively squeezed my thighs together at the way Kai said “mama.” It damn sure wasn’t the way babies said it. The men’s eyes followed my every movement. Dear God. It felt like I was under some sexual inquisition with Remy and Kai as my judges, jury, and executioners, trying to decide which one of them was going to put her out of her misery first.

" I growled, letting instinct kick in. "Fuck…Mykel…" Amya whimpered, beginning to tense around my fingers. "I’m gonna…" "Cum for me baby." Letting out a loud moan, Amya’s body began to quake with the strength of her orgasm. "AH... MYKEL FUCK!" I pulled my fingers free and brought them to her lips, allowing her to greedily lick them clean of her juices. Mmm, it looked like my mate was quite the freak. I guess I couldn’t expect any less from the woman the moon goddess made for me.

*** Mahira was tossing and turning in bed, she was sleeping yet awake in mind, since the night of that incident she had lost all sense of self love and security, she held a stoic facade for Tama’s sake but deep down in her heart she knew that the impact of that fateful night was engraved in her soul forever “True colors of Mahira Saha the belly dancer, Mahira you’re a p*rn star, yuck!, disgusting woman, you have no right to live, go die! go die! shameless b*tch... Go DiE!,” *Gasp*, Mahira felt breathless as she jolted out of her sleep, her face was covered in cold sweat, placing her hand on her chest she tried to steady her breathing. She looked to her side and saw Tama’s angelic face which

“You’re fifty years old?” “Nope,” Marta said with a grin. “I’m seventy-seven. Have sex with me, Kendra. I’ll show you the right way.” Kendra couldn’t help asking her next question. “Does Minerva know the right way to have sex?” “Minerva was born an A****n,” Marta said with a shake of her head. “She has an understanding, but she doesn’t need to worry like I do or like you would. A naturally born A****n possesses a gene that we will never have.”

[Myra] What can an omega dream of in this Supernatural world which strictly follows hierarchy? Maybe finding a mate who is loving, or living a life without being beaten into submission. But becoming a Royal? Becoming a Queen? Maybe not. At least I did not have any such dream. I dreamt of a loving mate, a life free of slavery. But that is not what I got, not at the beginning at least. My parents left me or rather were forced to leave me behind while their lives were sucked out.

More of the temple is now within view… including the entrance, and the pile of ash in the center of the hole. And a pair of women’s boots that look vaguely familiar. Before I even have the opportunity to ask, Misty raises her hands and lets her powers fly. The mist filled figures of Kyra, clutching a screaming Maeve to her chest, appear, floating above the gaping crater. She’s screaming at Maeve, taunting her, demanding the baby use her powers to get rid of the dirt and soil burying the temple. “I’ll throw you in the forge, you sniveling little demon,” she screams, gripping Maeve so hard the baby screeches and smacks Kyra across the face.

He dominates her with his desire and fills her with pleasure. Yryhnna loses herself completely in the sensations of her body, she feels beautiful, completely his. At that moment, an image comes clearly to her mind. A fishing net, huge, the size of a boat, on a boat, and inside the net two beautiful sirens, as beautiful and pure as spring water, one of them holds her forehead and closes her eyes, speaking to her in her head, "Mia" "We are an troubles. Seila and I, we need you". Yryhnna opens her eyes, frightened, Mía and Seila are in danger. Alan's kisses continue to cover her, but she must tell him to stop. She gently pushes him back.

"We shall see, my dear. But remember, I have power and influence. You are merely a maid. Who do you think they will believe?" ‌ In a rush of overwhelming emotions, Vanya fled from Ethan's room, tears streaming down her face. She felt violated, betrayed, and deeply hurt. She found solace in her own room, a sanctuary where she could let her emotions flow freely. ‌ As she curled up on her bed, Vanya couldn't help but question why she seemed to attract such experiences into her life. Memories of her past flooded her mind, bringing forth painful reminders of the hardships she had endured. It felt as though she was caught in an inescapable cycle of pain and suffering.

“This, dear Emma, is Kaliratri’s Embrace. A sacred chamber, inspired by the night of the goddess herself. Here, creatures of myth come to feed, fuck, and fight.” Below, an Asura—a hulking demon with molten skin and four arms—was being ridden by a Maenad, her wild hair lashing about as she screamed in ecstasy and madness. On the next platform, a golden Satyr lapped at the feet of a six-breasted Yakshini, her laughter hypnotic and sweet. Emma blinked. “Are those…?” “Greek and Hindu creatures, yes,” Terra smirked. “This is Grimkeeper. All myth is real here, and all hunger has a place.”

The chamber echoed with their soft, broken whimpers and the distant, haunting chanting of monks from the main temple above. Vikram stepped forward, his voice low and sacrilegious, twisting the sacred words of Khmer cosmology. “In the ancient way of the Naga kings and the Left Hand path, we break the wheel of samsara through desire. Tonight, two sisters will unite in maithuna with their master before the eyes of Vishnu and the serpent gods. Priya… you will taste your sister’s nectar while I enter your holy gate. Lakshmi… you will watch your own dripping yoni feed your blood sister while your guru fills you with his seed. This is the true Great Bliss of the Naga.”