Sexy Toriel Novels & Stories

Seraphina purred, her voice a sultry whisper. Orion turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of respect and desire. "Seraphina Valkyrie, the pleasure is all mine," he replied, his voice deep and commanding. From that moment on, a connection sparked between them, one that transcended the boundaries of their usual encounters. Seraphina saw in Orion not just a sex slave, but a partner who could match her intensity and fulfill her deepest desires. Orion, in turn, was drawn to Seraphina's power and the promise of a unique experience.

he twisted his lip like he was mocking him on meddling with us. Marco looked my way and I felt like my nerves shivered with the way his eyes stared at me. He could really catch women's attention because of his strong aura and telling that his handsome is undeniable. Now I understand why a lot of girls go gaga over him. “Seems you’re interested in her, why not after I’m done with her, I’ll pass her to you?" he tittered. "Sharing is caring, what do you say?” that was rude and I'm really shocked at what he said.

Terry said, relieved when I didn't respond, supposedly acquiescing to his guess. I grunted coldly and nodded gently. But inside, I was a bit flustered. Selena once possessed excellent combat strength, but with the destruction of the mate bond between us in the past few years, her body had become extremely weak. Given the situation, it was hard for me not to prepare for the worst. But if someone had hurt her before I could reach her, it was something I could never forgive. Clenching my fists tightly, I rushed towards the packhouse with anger and worry. As the towering roof of the packhouse came into view, the sounds of fighting rang out around it, and several Rogue bodies lay on the ground, i

I can feel his eyes burning into my skin. I drop my towel to the floor slowly reach for the t-shirt on the bed, toying with the fabric slowly. I hear his chest rumble as I feign innocence, tracing the fabric with my hands. There is something about Elio that makes me feel sexy and brings me out of my shell. He opened up to me. He wants me as his mate and the way he looks and touches my body. I’m running out of reasons, no excuses to say no. I want him too. “God damn it little wolf, either put it on or get over her. This reverse strip tease is driving me nuts!” he groans, adjusting himself in his boxers as I crack a smile. It's exciting this feeling of power I have over him.

He opened his bag near the sofa, took out a box from it, and stood behind her. From the box, he picked up three layers of black and brown pearl necklace and swiped her hair to the side, he wore it in her delicate neck. The diamond pendant with the letter S which he wore on her neck, was still there in her neck. But now it got hidden under the pearl necklace. With closed eyes, she was feeling the touch of his fingers grazing on her neck. Along with constantly admiring her beauty, he was now wearing those beautiful earrings in her ears one by one. His beautiful intoxicated words were like pouring sweetness into her ears.

"I won't remember your face by tomorrow morning Tesoro, now leave." She huffed as she walked out of the room, sending me a final furious glare. “You.” I beckoned to the blonde, my fingers grazing the waistband as I undid my jeans. “Begin.” Warm lips wrapped around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling as she sucked me deeper into her mouth. My hand tangled in her hair, gripping tighter when she moaned around me. She took me to the back of her head with the kind of expertise that was supposed to turn men brainless.

Celine sitting on my dick while Tori rubs her clit? Fuck.

he whispered, each word a razor against my skin. “And what if I want to?” I breathed. His thumb brushed across my lips, smearing the lipstick. “You don’t decide that, Isha,” he said, voice darkening. I felt heat coil in my stomach, something primal and terrifying. “When I take you,” he continued, slow and deliberate, “it will be when I decide to. You’re about to be tortured more than you ever imagined.” The words were ice and fire, possession and promise. I reached for his belt, reckless.

The pain mixed perfectly with pleasure. “Tell me who you belong to,” he growled, slamming deep. “I belong to you, Elias,” Liora moaned loudly. “I’m your muse. Your whore. Your everything.” He rewarded her by reaching around and rubbing her clit until she came hard, screaming his name as her painted body shook. Elias followed, flooding her womb with another thick load. Afterwards, he kept her plugged with a beautiful glass dildo so his cum would stay inside her. Then he sat her on his lap on the couch and fed her by hand while they looked through his private collection of photos and videos of her.