Short Eroctic Novels & Stories

asked Erito in his husky and hoarse voice tone. “I don’t want to say it… I want to prove it… I want to show it to you that I can’t be angry with you for too long, that I can’t stand even for one day not being so closed with you like this…” said Eriwan also with his husky and hoarse voice tone. Eriwan smelt his younger brother’s masculine mint scent. “I like this masculine mint scent of yours, Erito… It really turns me on…” “Eriwan… I think we haven’t had our dinner yet…” whispered Erito extremely gently, almost unheard. He couldn’t stand with his lust reaching the peak of his manhood desire already.

“I know that bothered you, but she doesn’t know any better. Besides, Vikter isn’t all that bad. He’s just bitter.” Like Brecc was bitter. That friendship needed mending. There was an opening of broken ice in the frozen side of the river. Eros shut his eyes, sending his wolf spirit to search for someone in the water. He snapped his eyes open and gasped hard, having sensed the cold the person in the water felt and the slow death approaching. “We have to hurry!” He rushed forward, tugging out rope they’d left the cabin with. Brecc tied it around a sturdy, two thousand year old trunk.

The magic tickled my skin as it moved further up my body. Erik placed kisses down my neck and began moving toward my breasts again. I moaned as he nipped me, the pain lasting seconds before it was replaced with waves of pleasure as he licked and kissed them. Erik lowered me, my feet resting on the soft pebbles beneath them. I looked up into his emerald orbs. The darker green swirled around them. His eyes filled with want and need for me, lust and desire pouring through our bond. A flat Boulder sat on the edge of the bank behind us. I slowly stepped back. Erik followed my every move, stepping toward me. The coldness of the rock pressed up against my back as I leaned onto it. Erik lifted me, g

With a ghastly grin plastered on his pale red lips, the Witcher was demonstrating what he was capable of. "Argh!" Eros roared in pain, his body slowly rising into the air, he felt that in a moment his head would separate from his body and he felt as if he would die in vain. "You dirty witch! Argh! ...." Amidst the tremendous pressure, Eros cursed Aro, Lycan, and his pride was too high to lose to a lowly being like a witcher.

Just a sense of performance. He broke it off after two weeks with a lie: “I’m not ready for something serious.” What he really meant was, “ I feel nothing towards you, you make me feel like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not.” Eli never came out to his father. Never even tried. There was no screaming match. No thrown dishes or accusations. Just silence. The kind that filled the space between them like smoke. Eric never asked if he was seeing anyone. Never noticed how Eli flinched when someone used the word “fag” in a TV show. Never noticed how his son came home from school some days with blood on his knuckles and his eyes too dry for tears.

He was the only one. “Rugien… oh… don’t stop…” I begged as his finger circled around my mound and teased my entrance, rubbing it up and down. “Yes. I won’t, my lovely Xerra,” he whispered and his warm and wet tongue traced my lips like it was a sweetened fruit that he didn’t want to waste. He whispered sweet nothings to me that made my desire go up higher.

He just said that. “Looks like that person comes here often.” Eros suddenly interrupt them. “I'm sorry, i forgot to introduce you. He's Eros Rodriquez, the new recruit in our team.” Introducing him to the mischievous young man. Rohan watched him closely from head to toe, back. It was tall compared to him. His eyes are a bit narrow, his nose is also sharp, his lips are small like a woman, his hair is curly brown and his skin is a bit tan.

Erik was utterly captivated, as he had never encountered such luxury in his extensive travels. As servants presented them with trays of glasses filled with exotic wines, Erik reached for one and took a sip. He noticed a change in Kurt's demeanor—a faint trace of annoyance, followed by Kurt's Lycger growling softly and exploring the room with its senses. "Are you alright?" Erik inquired, moving closer to Kurt. The Lycger hurried toward Erik, sniffing curiously around his neck and chest. "Kurt?" Erik repeated, concern evident in his voice. As a Beta, Erik knew he couldn't emit pheromones unless he was with a mate. Since losing his mate, his pheromones should have been absent, unless the Goddes

I mumbled softly and heard Faro snort in sarcasm. “Hold on a second. What did you mean by Eros's marking me as he is…as he is what?” I questioned and his eyes danced in merriment. “Tess, Eros is a DEMON! In hell, he has horns, hooves, and a pointed tail, and to mark you, he must be in his true form,” he chuckled at the look of disbelief I had on my face. “But he's so handsome,” I muttered in befuddlement.