The Library Dungeons And Daddies Novels & Stories

Jade had initially expected him to threaten her or drag her back to her room, but never did she expect him to not fight back at her words. - Her fingers trailed the spines of the books placed chronologically on the shelves, sometimes stopping on one and skimming through the contents, while already holding three books in her hands. Jade couldn't believe that she managed to find a library in this huge castle so quickly. It's been almost a week since she had last seen Darius, she had ignored his warning about not venturing outside her room, she felt bored out of her mind being stuck in one place and one such exploration in this big castle led her to this ginormous library, it was even more impr

Maybe because I know now how quickly a life can change. But this time, nothing is being taken from me. This time, we are adding something. We spend our afternoons in the sunroom, or in the nursery while we try to decide where everything should go. Should the shelves hold books? But why books? It's a nursery room, not a Gen-Z's room obsessed with dark romance fiction. We even argue on how many stuffed animals does a baby actually need “Three,” Caspian says. “Ten,” I say. Zavian looks between us. “We haven't even had the babies yet and you're already arguing about toys.”

"Because I need to ask you something, Harper, and I need you to be honest with me." ​My blood ran completely cold. ​My mom reached into the pocket of her cardigan and placed a scrap of black, lace fabric directly into the center of the dinner table. ​"I was doing a load of laundry before dinner," my mom said, her voice dropping into a deadly serious tone. "Care to explain why I found your underwear at the bottom of your hamper, ripped completely in half?"

Well, what she could see of the interior because the library was stretched out and even had stirs to go up and down and all around. “It’s just like the one in beauty and the beast, but more!” Delilah exclaimed and ran into the place. “This would have been worth giving my humanity up for, if only Oriel had added living in this library to his offers, then I would have considered taking him as my mate.” Delilah sighed as she scanned the areas, looking for the ones on the supernatural creatures she lived with. “But he didn’t. His loss.” Delilah grinned when she saw the shelves dedicated to demons in the supernatural section. She randomly picked out a book.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

Shards exploded across the Persian runner, and he staggered with a guttural curse. “Fuckin’ hell! The bitch has an arm!” A wild laugh bubbled up from my throat, half-hysterical, cutting through the terror like a knife. If they thought I was some fragile debutante, they’d learn quick. I darted into the library, slamming the double doors and shoving a leather armchair against them. The wood groaned under the pressure, buying me precious seconds. Daddy’s sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves crammed with leather-bound classics, a massive oak desk, and those hidden drawers he thought I didn’t know about.

He was wearing a dark jacket, his sharp blue eyes scanning the empty courtyard behind us. "You're late," Adrian murmured, his voice a low vibration in the quiet night. "Had to dodge the third-floor monitor," Lisa explained, stepping up to the heavy library doors. She didn't use a key. Instead, she pressed her hand against the lock, a tiny, silent spark of purple magic snapping from her fingers. The heavy iron mechanism clicked open without a sound. "In. Quick." We slipped into the massive, dark library. The air inside smelled of ancient paper, dust, and old leather. Massive rows of bookshelves stretched all the way up to the vaulted ceiling, looking like giant maze walls in the dark.

He freed his thick cock and guided me down onto it in one smooth motion. “Ride me slow,” he ordered, voice rough. “I want to feel every inch while we’re surrounded by these millions.” I rocked on him deeply, the wet sounds of our connection echoing softly in the empty gallery. Damien’s hands gripped my ass, guiding my movements while he kissed and bit my neck. “Look around,” he growled. “Tschabalala Self’s bodies, Doron Langberg’s intimacy, Jordan Casteel’s gaze… and here you are, my sweet forbidden girl, fucking Daddy in the middle of it all.”

"A shower and fresh clothes have been prepared for you both. I’ll meet you afterward at the library. After that we would meet with the elders. There are…some reports." The library was buried so deep under the stronghold I was pretty sure we'd end up in the Earth's core if we went any further down. The stone walls were covered in these symbols and wards, the kind of stuff that basically screamed 'touch this and die horribly.' Dusty old books crammed every shelf, and the air was thick and musty, like being inside someone's forgotten attic for a hundred years. Kylan and Kieran hardly visited it, I mostly do but I would prefer to be outside reading than inside this place.

A door I assumed was a storage room led me into something that stopped me in the doorway for a full ten seconds. Floor to ceiling. Two levels connected by a narrow iron staircase. The smell of old paper and leather and something faintly herbal underneath, like someone had kept plants in here once. Damon. The mad alpha. The black wolf. Had a library? It was strange, and slightly amusing. I’d never been around this many books in my life. It smelled like escape and thrills. I ran my fingers along the spines of books. Then I tried to pick one when I heard footsteps behind me.