Novel & Cerita The Pleasure Lord

The air within the Pleasure of Dragons thrummed with magic. The clink of jeweled goblets, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingled with sweat. Qerev’nrys surveyed her domain, a slow, predatory smile stretching her lips. This was her masterpiece, a temple dedicated to sensation, where the ancient, insatiable appetites of Adistaktos's dragons found their deepest satisfaction and she found her money.

I proceed to the domain of pleasure. My master traces the curves on my back with his fingertips. The pressure caresses my new wounds with agonizing stings. I envision my god Thanateros in his divine perfection, his enchanting naked body. My master licks the middle trail of my back all the way down and beyond my waist. As his presence slides steadily, his flickering breath teases the delightful cuts on my skin. I tremble by his touch. I approach the God of Death in blind, virile yearning. My master grips my ass and kneels behind me, tightly against the back of my thighs. I feel the tongues of the serpents licking my temples, the tongue of my god caressing my entrance. It pleasures me, gliding

She gulped it all up shortly. "That was tasty, milord. Is there any more?" Lord Ernest was amazed. "Not right now, my dear! A man needs a bit of rest first! "Did I please you enough?" she inquired. "Milady, I haven't encountered pleasure like that for a very long time. You were amazing." She was delighted. "Can we do this again soon?"

Maybe he could slip away and search the rest of the house? A booming voice came from the grand stairs above. "Welcome, gentlemen." Jonathan took shelter behind the men drinking as he studied the man coming down the steps to greet them. "As the Lord of Lust, I welcome you tonight to our satanic feast." The man held a black cat in his arms. The cat's ears were flattened back on its head in fear and fury, but it didn't claw or spit like Jonathan expected it to. The man who held it, the so-called Lord of Lust, had a familiar voice, but one he couldn't place.

My knees buckled as unbridled pleasure invaded me, launching me into abysmal passion. His fingers were merciless as they swam inside my wet pussy and his thumb continued torturing my clitoris. It felt as if I might die from pleasure when his mouth closed over one of my breasts, kissing, licking and sucking. I could feel heat building up in my nipples and they soon felt as if they were on fire, just like every other part of my body.

He wore a tux that didn’t quite hide the muscles underneath or the old knife scar along his neck. “Nice of you to join the civilized,” Sokolov said, eyes flicking to Lys. “And to bring your legend.” Kael’s smile was slight. “We’re trying new things,” he said. “Apparently, appearing in rooms with chandeliers is part of diplomacy.” “And foundations,” Sokolov said. “Charities. Sanctuaries.” He let the last word hang, laced with implication. “You’re making quite a name for yourselves with… philanthropy.”

I am just interested with her proposal. "Sir, I came here just thinking that you need someone tonight." She said while looking and trying to seduce me. "Well, I never think that you could think. Congrats, you may go now." I said and gestured my hands towards where the door is. "Do not be so hard to get. I know that I could turn you on." She stated and lick his lower lip. It looks gross.

But that wasn't what he came for. She was being a brat and he needed to put her in her place. “Take it all like my good girl, doll,” He continued spanking her ass in the same place until her creamy ass cheeks turned a dark tinge of red. Then he directed his attention to her dripping pussy. His girl loved a mix of pain and pleasure. This realization had him growling in approval as he traced her drenched pussy lips with his deft fingers, before slowly slipping one of his thick digits into her warm heat. A loud groan tore out from Cookie’s lips when he pumped his fingers into her twice. But just as she was starting to enjoy it, he pulled out and delivered a hard slap to her mound, purposely aim

As he spoke, he kept on plunging his hand as deep as he can, while I moaned at his ministration. The pain, I endured earlier, has dulled. What I feel now is a pleasure, unlike the one I gave to myself. It was more than anything I've ever felt. And I wanted more. “Please, master.” I pleaded as he continued to lazily stroke me. “What a naughty human.” Unexpectedly, he slapped my Pleasure territory. “Master!” I cried out, not from pain, but from the pleasure that racked through me at the slap. I felt myself getting wetter as he slapped me.