Thanatos Seduction Novels & Stories

When I turned to see what had gotten his attention, it was Henry walking towards us with a smiling fucking Felicity Stonewallers in his arms. 35 title words and counting, which one is your second favorite. Mine is Seduction

He pushed inside with one long, relentless thrust. Odessa cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound that was swallowed by the roaring wind. She was impossibly tight, her fae body stretching to accommodate his girth. Xandros held her, whispering dark, soothing words in her ear as Zarek began to move. His thrusts were deep and measured, each one a promise of stability, of raw, untamable life force.

Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams. Here, seduction is an art form, a game played with skillful precision and dangerous intent. It’s a world where whispered promises can lead to a lifetime of ecstasy or an eternity of torment. Each story within these pages is a journey, an invitation to step into the unknown and embrace the shadows that lurk within us all. But be warned, dear reader, this path is not for the faint of heart.

Here, I write to you, so you will live again, if in nothing else but memories of mine and others. …before I forget. Then maybe, maybe I shall be forgiven.’ The next words are smudged, incomprehensible. “Wait a minute,” Proserpina glanced at the other books then at the one in her hands, suddenly feeling an odd chill running down her spine, “Thanatos… is this story for real?” The god of death was curiously silent for a few painstaking moments and when Proserpina was about to give up, thinking that he was not going to answer, his voice came out as a sigh… like a mournful whisper.

My breath shudders as I try not to give into his seduction. He reaches out, touching my leg under the water, the feeling so real I gasp. "Do you remember how my touch used to make you feel?" A burning need rears up within me, to grab him and pull him toward me. Fight the urge, knowing this isn't real, knowing that I can kiss him in this moment and I will wake tomorrow feeling nothing but regret. "Admit it to me, that you still want me," Marek continues, the firmness in his voice enough to convince me to admit it, to believe it.

I say, slightly turning towards him. “Seduction? “ I nod at the word “Man,” Thane says, while he smarties his leg, standing up “You don’t try to entice someone you already have locked in your palm” Thane says, whispering the last few words, as he draws in on me, slapping my butt cheeks, while he pulls me into a slight kiss. He presses hard on my cheeks, before he breaks his lips away, moving on to his next hit. While strolling with his fine ass, I hear steps approach, pulling the door, as he lets himself in.

They haunted me with the scent of him and I vividly pictured him lying in various states of undress, in between the same sheets that I was currently laying on. Then my mind pictured the two of us here together. I had to shut that shit down. Before my thoughts ran away with me and my hormones got my horny ass in trouble. Because that is what Thanatos is for me.. trouble. Standing beside the bed, I fix the blankets before I lift my bag up. I lay out a pair of shorts and an old Grateful Dead shirt that has seen better days. Then I pull out a black lace underwear set, laying it on top. I walk to the connected bathroom to brush my teeth and to wash my face.

) On hindsight, while Proserpina knows she should be glad that Alastor might actually have a chance of a capability to move on now since they couldn't be together, the irrational feeling of bubbling rage, the sudden desire to drag every single living being in the dance floor by the hair kicking and screaming for mercy to the burning pits of hell for what she just saw was tempting. It was frightening how sudden, how furious she had been in that one moment. Good thing Alastor had taken the initiative to tear himself away from that useless goddess before she– ‘Yes?’ Thanatos drawled, completely unimpressed, ‘...you'll what, my dear? You'll skin the goddess of love alive and cause a scene? You’l

The Thorne House, once a tomb of sorrow, was now a living, breathing monument to a passion so fierce it had conquered death itself. Clara felt her climax building, a deep, coiling tension. She tightened around him, saw his control snap. With a shout of her name, Elias surged up into her, his release hot and profound inside her, triggering her own. She threw her head back and screamed her ecstasy to the rafters, a sound not of distress, but of absolute, triumphant possession. As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, slick with sweat and spent, the house settled around them with a contented creak. The paranormal seduction was over. It had found its eternal, screaming, blissful end in a b

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.