Sonadow Stories Novels & Stories

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

he caressed her chin gently down to her neck, then whispered, "or maybe, me calling you Señorita turns you on." Their conversation seems to be straying. And it's no surprise to Monette. They always do nasty things when they're alone. They only started doing this thing a year ago. Monette couldn't recall how or when she began seeking the warmth of Bernard's body. All she could remember was that he was her first fuck and that she had become addicted to him since then. Naturally, no one knows what is going on between them. It's their dirty little secret.

“For centuries we've been functioning, not only as a household brotherhood, but a global society. Our candidates increased by the year, before they winded up to the six picked each century. Six picked to guide the brotherhood into the next century. “The Sons of Hades survived many human conflicts because of the numerical limitation. That's why we remain one of the most secret societies on planet earth consisting of business men, entertainers, artists, and mostly, politicians.” “You want some tea?” El inquired. A stunned Lex couldn't answer. Tea was the last thing on his mind. A guard brings El a bottle of water, El opened it and gulped it down hungrily. “In the Sons, we are guided by an oath

“Harder. Don't stop.” Hans leaned downward and helped Devon suck my other nipple. Devon pulled away from him and Hans's finger twisted the wet nipples he had abandoned. I arched into him, my fingers fisting as I offered my ass to Mitch even more, spreading my legs wider. His balls slapped against my ass, wet and obscene. The sounds echoed off the basement walls, slapping skin, wet mouths, groans, and my own broken whimpers. “Now we're gonna fuck you one after the other. We're gonna make the sweet cunt of yours drip all over our dicks and we're gonna suck you dry. Hope you're ready for that.”

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes. Sarah pulled back just enough to yank my tank top up, exposing my perky tits. She leaned down and sucked one nipple into her hot mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while her hand pushed between my thighs. Her fingers slipped under the edge of my shorts, finding my dripping slit. “Oh my god, Mom…” I gasped as two of her fingers slid inside me easily. I was soaked, my tight walls clenching around her as she pumped them deep, curling to hit that perfect spot. Her thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed firm circles. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingering me filled the room.

I was breathing fast and shallow. The moans kept coming. Wet slapping sounds mixed in. Mom was crying out louder. Dominic’s low grunts mixed with her voice. I couldn’t stop imagining it was me he was fucking so hard. My nipples ached. My clit was swollen and pulsing. I had never been this turned on in my entire life. Not even with the so-called boyfriend that called me boring. Then the bedroom door opened.

As he reaches up to write, the white fabric of his shirt strains against the muscles of his back, and I find myself tracking the way the lion tattoo on his forearm flexes and shifts with every movement of his wrist. The Art of Storytelling Through Sensory Detail. The words are bold and sharp on the whiteboard. He turns back to us, leaning his hip against the edge of the podium. His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs.

“Take it, Victoria. Take it like the hungry wife you are.” He reached around her, his fingers finding me, wet and throbbing. He plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The dual stimulation—feeling him fuck his wife while he fingered me—unraveled me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Look at her, Victoria,” Jonathan commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Look at what you’re a part of.”

Raven sucked her clit hard, tongue flicking fast, two fingers sliding inside curling right against that spot. Jade pulled her own top off, tits bouncing free full, dark nipples hard. She grabbed Lia’s hand, guided it to her breast. “Play with me while she eats you.” Lia squeezed, thumbed the nipple, pinched light. Jade moaned soft, ground down harder on Lia’s lap. Raven added a third finger, pumped faster. Wet sounds filled the room—loud, filthy. Lia’s hips bucked, chasing the tongue and fingers. “Oh fuck—don’t stop—gonna cum—”