Underlust Comic Novelas e Histórias

Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 9: The Neighbor’s Window** **Chapter 2** Elena lay on her bed, chest heaving, legs still spread wide, Marcus’s thick cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets. Her body was trembling, mind spinning. The man she had teased through the window for weeks was now in her apartment, standing over her like he owned the place. Marcus looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes. His cock was still hard, glistening with their mixed juices.

They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy cream. Lia lay there afterward, legs spread obscenely, covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Her holes twitched and leaked. She felt completely destroyed. And she fucking loved it. Ethan crouched down and shoved three fingers into her sloppy cunt, stirring the mess. “How do you feel?” “Like a whore,” she whispered hoarsely, smiling through the mess on her face. “Your filthy whore.” Jax laughed. “She’s ready for the team party tomorrow. Gonna let the whole locker room run a train on this cum-guzzling slut?”.

Cum leaks around his cock, dripping down my ass as he grinds through his release. He collapses on me, his weight heavy and perfect, his cock still twitching. We stay locked, breathing hard, cum leaking steadily. After a minute, he rolls us, pulling me on top. His cock softens but stays inside, plugging me. He spanks my ass lightly, playfully. “Good girl.” I nuzzle his neck, tasting salt. “Your good girl.” His arms tighten. “Always.” The room smells like sex, sweat, cum, and us. My childhood bed is ruined, my sheets soaked.

He pulled my waist to his groin spreading my both legs beside him and in a swift move, he was buried inside me. My body shuddered as he stroked me hard and fast. I couldn't help but lay still, turning my face away from him as he pounded me even harder. He suddenly stopped and then grappled my jaw. "Open up," he commanded and climaxed all over my mouth. He made me swallow his cum, wore his underpants, and left the room.

Izzy’s eyes went wide, her own mouth covered by his hand as she felt his hands move underwater, cupping both sides of her hips, kneading firmly. “Seth!” She protested strongly as one hand slid beneath the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. She could only squeeze his arms in response while he slipped a few fingers inside and started teasing her intimately. Panicked, she glanced at their friends who were still busy having fun, unaware. Izzy felt her strength drain as he whispered in her ear: “I love this cake better, Isabel…”

To think a man of such status and influence would stoop to using a place like this for his vile games was disdainful to even think about. The air reeked of old wood, mixed with a faint smell of smoke. Steve instinctively followed the smoke. It led them to a dug-out hole—an entrance to an underground tunnel. Without hesitation, they descended. “This place is too dusty… and the dust is staining my white clothes,” Seralyth’s voice echoed down the tunnel. Then, voices answered. “Who’s there?” someone shouted. “Ohh, looks like I exposed us,” she said, smiling. Her joy seemed to spark in moments like this—just before everything flipped.

He said, playing with her undergarments while she was trying to remove his hand from her body. “We reached…" He said and Arina saw the big metal giant gate open for Reyan's car. Arina was admiring the view of the big river-type fountain placed in the center of the big garden and the best part was a giant wolf status in a sitting position around the fountain. The speed of the car was slow, and Arina was so engrossed in architecture that she forgot that Reyan's hand was still inside her thong. The old architecture of the mansion was marvelous, the print of wolf, forest moon, it was like she was in a fairy tale, She had read about werewolves for once she thought what if Reyan is a wolf, A werew

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME FELLOW UNDEADS WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

loudethe's POV It's been a month since one of our warehouse was attacked and also had been a month since I last saw that asshole. Which was a good one month. All my life I was never underestimated by anyone specially by a guy. He doesn't even stop calling me a brat. Like I know i'm spoiled but i'm not a fucking brat. Hell one of the things I hate is people who acts like a brat, specially those who really are brats.