Novel & Cerita Supernatural Erotica

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Inside the office Sophia pulled her mouth off Mary just long enough to cry out, “Yes...that’s right...everyone feels the energy...” The priest slammed into her harder. Sophia’s fingers kept working Mary’s clit while her tongue returned, frantic now. The dual sensation tipped her over. Her orgasm hit like a wave. "Fuck....I'm coming" She came hard, squirting across the desk and Mary’s thighs in wet pulses, body shaking, a raw shout tearing out of her throat. The priest groaned behind her, still thrusting through the clench of her cunt.

We have spoken before of "unexpected" and "unexplained" love stories. And we have more this time at the Supernatural Spa. This time, I will be asking my friend, Mab the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. She'll be sharing two cases that involved her personal friends back in the University that she loves so dear... ++++++++++ Partner No.1: The Only One

Her cry echoed through the room. Sienna leaned down, kissing her as Ezra moved. It was filthy and slow. Deep strokes. Jade writhed beneath them. Then Sienna moved lower, licking between Jade’s breasts, down her stomach, until her mouth joined Ezra’s rhythm. Kisses on her thighs. Light sucks on her clit. Jade shattered. Her orgasm rolled through her like a thunderstorm. Ezra kept going. Sienna moaned like she’d felt it too. When Jade came down, panting, she looked at them both.

I moaned as it rushed out of me. “Fuck… cum for me darling” He said as he smiled, licking my thighs and pussy. I have never experienced a squirting orgasm in my life, it felt good, raw and pleasurable. I laid on the desk, my breath was uneven. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling.

“Hey. Whatever it is, I’m not running. Just tell me.” She looked at him. Really looked. The faint glow of health still on his skin, the concern in his eyes, the way he was reaching for her even now. “I’m not… normal,” she said finally. The words felt like glass in her throat. “I’m not what you think I am.” He waited. Patient. Steady. Lila closed her eyes. “I’m a succubus, Marcus. I feed on sexual energy. On life force. I was supposed to use you and leave. But I can’t. I fucking can’t anymore.”

The sensation was intoxicating—her youth, her tightness, the forbidden thrill making every thrust electric. Lila arched, meeting his hips thrust for thrust, her breasts bouncing with the force. “Harder… please, don’t stop!” She felt the coil tightening, ecstasy building from her core outward. His cockhead nudged her g-spot repeatedly, sending shocks through her nerves. When he leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth—teeth grazing, tongue swirling—she shattered, orgasm crashing over her like a storm. “Ethan! Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Her walls spasmed around him, gushing wet heat, body convulsing beneath him.

When he was naked I spread his thighs and looked at him until he squirmed. “Silas—” “You’re not a secret in this room,” I said. “You’re not a scandal. You’re the man I want. Say it back.” His throat worked. “I’m the man you want.” “And you’re still here.” “I’m still here.” I opened him with my mouth and my fingers until he was shaking and wet and begging without shame. Then I pushed into him in one long slide and held still, buried deep, watching his face change. “This is the part that survives the group chats,” I told him. “Not the drama. This.”

How can a devil like him fuck like a god? As the last tremors of my second orgasm pulse through me, Dante whispers in Italian as he grinds out his release. When he pulls out of me a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room makes my cheeks burn with heat. He was wearing a condom, so that was all me. He pulls the condom off and tosses it into the trashcan. I lean against the counter with my legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is an unfamiliar territory for me.

“Fucking hell, Kara.” Sophie kissed my neck, her hands squeezing my breasts. “You look so sexy getting fucked,” she whispered, sucking my nipple hard. “Let me taste you too.” She slid down infront of me, her tongue flicking my clit, Adam's cock thrusting inside me. I felt sparks flying through my body. “Oh God, Sophie!” I cried, grabbing her hair not so gently. “Don’t you fucking stop.” Thea climbed off Jon and crawled to Nate. “Your turn, big guy,” she purred, tugging his pants down, his thick cock springing free. “Let me suck this.”