Underlust Comic Novels & Stories

My nipples were so hard, they were aching and the smallest touch from Dante turned me into a moaning mess but Dante paid no attention to my misery. My mid-day, my thighs was smeared with my wetness and I pratically didn't care anymore, I just wanted to be banged. Dante spotted a weird panel at the front of a stall and suggested we take a picture behind it. Too tired to resist, I followed him, waiting for him to give him phone to a stranger and giving him directions to take our pictures.

Adorable. I needed something raw tonight. Something that screamed. The club was underground, literally—carved into the old catacombs beneath the capital’s pleasure district. Pulsing bass, bodies slick with sweat and pheromones, Alphas prowling, Omegas and Betas offering themselves up like gifts. I wore black, no royal insignia. Just a predator in the dark. I found him at the bar—twink, barely twenty, all lean lines and eager eyes. Blond curls, full lips painted gloss, shirt tight enough to show pert nipples. He smelled like ripe peach and desperation. Perfect.

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

He was well satisfied with the tightness of her little brown hole and removed his hand giving her an appreciative pat on her ass cheeks. Marcy Underwood was mortified. It was bad enough to have all those nasty boys and girls sucking her blood all night, but now she had this blood seeking cult leader playing with her poopy hole. It was really too much. She hoped her ex-husband Ronald would never find out about this humiliation. He would be ecstatic to learn of her disgusting treatment by this band of basement dwellers.

If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place. Don’t worry though... you’ll still get to see some familiar faces. Lila and Ryder will pop up with fun cameos scattered throughout the story! Uploads start tomorrow, so get comfy and buckle up. I can’t wait to see you on the other side… if you survive the ride. ;) Let’s get wicked again, Aria. His Undercover Submissive Book Two (The Sniper's Good Girl) ~Blurb~ “You think you have a choice here, but you don't,” he murmurs, his thumb slowly tracing my lower lip as he backs me against the wall. ​“I fucking own you now. And you own me in return.”

Layla didn't even notice. "Anyway," she said, scrolling on her phone now, "He was never even that good in bed, so I don't know why I cared—" I clenched around his fingers as they dipped inside me, curling just right. He pressed his thumb against my clit and rolled it. "—but now he's begging to take me back," Layla finished, sipping her juice. "That's... crazy," I managed to say. Mr. Carson's lips brushed the rim of his mug, and when he looked at me, he smirked. The kind of smirk that said you'll be dripping down your thighs before breakfast is done.

I said as she smiled, dragging me up to help me dress up. "I want it to be like fate, I want a love that will sweep me off my feet. Like in stories. Mysterious handsome bloodsucker who only wants to change because of me," Selene explained with a weird expression. Her eyes closed as she imagined it. Both I and Zoey looked at each other concerned. "You are living in a fantasy world, wake up," Zoey said. I couldn't help but chuckle as they both turned to look at me. "Mysterious bloodsucker? What is he? Vampire or Werewolf?" I asked amused as I chuckled more.

A woman was tied to a frame, her back striped red, a man with a flogger working in rhythm. Another was on her knees, a leash attached to her collar, her owner's hand wrapped in the leather. A third was bent over a sawhorse, a man's cock slamming into her cunt from behind—I could see her wetness running down her thighs, hear the wet smack of his balls against her clit. My cunt clenched. A fresh gush of slick heat dripped down my inner thigh. Dominic leaned down. His breath was hot on my ear. "Welcome to The Underground. The real one. Not the tourist shit they advertise online. This is where people like us come to play. The BDSM clubhouse"

She meets Alex already lying on the bed,she lays on the second one facing her head down. The masseuse takes off the towel and applies some oil on her back and begins to massage her body. The masseuse oils her whole body and massages her.She begins to feel uncomfortable with the way masseuse had begun to touch her, she brushes it aside but she complains after it had become too much. She stands up from the bed she lay, saying she doesn't like the masseuse. Alex stands up from the bed he lay in and goes to meet her. “It’s fine,there’s nothing to worry about, you're absolutely in safe hands.”Alex says, taking her masseuse breast in his left hand and trying to grab hers with his right hand.

The triangular gap between her thighs instantly sent blood rushing from his brain to his manhood. Her breast which he thought was flat, wasn't as small as they showed in her clothes. Her protruded buttocks was round but not too fatty, just perfect! "Please don't do this, elder brother. I've never done this before." Kelsa moaned and said with a pleading gaze. Hearing her call him elder brother, sent a chill down his manhood. Perfect! This was the confirmation he wanted. His fairy little sister. "Shhhh!" Darryl had totally lost control of his senses. His hard member has already taken charge.