Venom X Reader Novels & Stories

He is determined to give the justice Maridelle deserves. X has filled the entire way out. He pranced forward pinning Vamoire on the wall. He breathed closely to her, making her smell the scent of his vengeance that would soon show her what having no mercy really looks like. Face to face with Vamoire, he showed the might of his teeth. He seethed. He growled. He looked onto Vamoire's eyes; he made sure she clearly see his burning desire to send her to her death.

Releasing a small amount of my venom into her bloodstream has her moaning as she slips her hand in between her own legs , she takes my nipple with he mouth sucking and nibbling it as she finger fucks herself . releasing her wrist I turn back to the female who is skillfully rubbing my clit as she sucks my other nipple . Taking her free wrist I do the same and pierce the skin and savour the taste of her blood before I release my venom allowing her to float off into her own euphoria . The one on my right spreads my legs , getting to her knees she lowers herself and laps at my wet pussy as I drink from the other one . Closing my eyes I allow myself to float to Maddox , i know i shouldn't but i

That’s what I’ve been raised to believe, and I have to live up to it—Katherine Décès, hunter and Death’s Temple heiress; the deadliest hunter guild, Death’s Temple. “Still nothing?” Xenia Blake, my second officer, asks when I approach the bulletproof SUV, she’s leaning against. Her long, raven curls tied up in a high ponytail, and her hazel eyes are shining with anticipation as she plays with the stake in her hand. But the smile drops when she sees my annoyed expression. When dealing with the Devil’s Void vamps, I like to administer the torture myself because of the bloody history we share. A history that ended up with a Blood Oath Vendetta carved into my skin - one that has me vowing to eli

Horror creeps into my mind, my heart, and my face. My smudged lipstick, completely gone. My lips red and almost swollen. His teeth marks on my lower lip. He almost drew blood. Fuck. What have I done? DANTE If someone told me I'd be in heaven today, I would have said it was a lie. Her lips are like honey and milk. She's everything I've ever wanted but never knew I needed. And fuck, her body, her skin, is fire and water and everything in between. Burning me, yet keeping me cool at the same time.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The venom isn't poison-it's a *conduit*. It slithers through my veins like liquid static, stitching itself to the storm's ghost still buried in my bones. Every heartbeat fractures the world: frozen forest, gold-tinged battlefield, derelict chapel where the Weaver stitches stars into a child's skin. Eden's voice wavers in and out, human and raw, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shouts words drowned by the snow's howl. The ground melts and refreezes in jagged spirals, obeying the fevered rhythm of my pulse.

My back arched like a cat as he took his first lick up my slit and settled to sucking, tongue pulsing on my clit. I bit my knuckle to keep from crying out and turned my head to the side. When I did, I saw Xavier standing beside the fireplace, taking a sip from a double of amber-colored liquid, staring intensely at my face. As he swallowed, he pointed a finger at me with the hand that held his glass and winked. His shirt had been unbuttoned, exposing his insanely cut abs and a trail of dark hair leading below the waistline of his pants. I tried to look away and back at James, grabbing his blonde locks and writhing my hips. He drove a finger into me, sucking on my clit. I shut my eyes until cu

Henry whispered, his heart racing with anticipation. A moan escaped Xavier's lips as Henry's touch sent shivers down his spine. As he ripped Henry's shirt and pants off, Xavier whispered, "Let's make some new stories together." He threw the clothes, staring at the floor, and pushed Henry out of the hard groove of the cave floor, his eyes scanning Henry's naked skin hungrily. "I want to explore every inch of you," Xavier growled, his desire evident in his eyes.

I was compelled to stay still and watch after I stab him with venom enough to knock him down for a few minutes. I knew he was fighting hard to stand with how his body wavered but eventually fell to the ground. Xander was struggling hard to form a word with how his chest bobbed up and down as he peered at me, his face a twisted agony from the venom’s pain spreading through his bones and my own treachery as I just stood there, hands trembling, cheeks stained with tears and heart-clenching until he fully closed his eyes. My adrenaline surges so fast I almost vomit, I can taste saliva thickening in my throat and beads of sweat trickling down my brow.

PROLOGUE SALMA The night pulsed with tension, thick and heavy as I stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, my heart racing. Outside, the city buzzed with life, but inside, it felt like time had frozen. Laughter and clinking glasses faded into the background as I focused on the man in front of me. Vito leaned against the bar, his dark eyes shining like polished stone under the low lights. The air around him crackled with danger, and my heart pounded with a mix of excitement and fear.

I tilted my head, showing him my desire, my need for him. Xavier sank his teeth into my neck, the pain sharp and biting. My orgasm hit me before he even had a chance to pump me full of his erotic venom. Lysander groaned as my pussy clenched around his cock that was still buried deep between my thighs. I felt each draw of blood from Xavier all the way to my pulsing clit. His venom swam through my head and body, stimulating every nerve ending. I needed more, so much more. Continuing to drink from me, he lined up his dick with my asshole and easily inched in. My body relaxed around him, taking all of him. I sighed. A delicious feeling of fullness ached through my body.