Vere Touch Starved Novels & Stories

Roots upheaved from the soil in ragged clumps, leaving open wounds in the ground. The timekeepers were going all out this time. Titanic and harrowing. Fear snaked around my chest, squeezing. My stomach clenched and cramped at the intrusion of the substance Valen forced into my mouth. I squirmed in his arms, and he frowned at the way I clutched my abdomen. “You are going to be okay,” he soothed, his voice still gravelly. “Coward. You wanted a fight, so come and give me a fight,” Farrah gnarled, directing her wind-releasing palm at us.

Zub was only pretending not to know, the girl still answered, “Venus Samudera, Sir.” “Good question, Venus,” said Zub, and then turned his gaze to the others. “The symptoms are the same, but with one final warning added. When we over-exert talent, the symptoms, as said by Lira, will appear. Then, if things get worse, our body will send a final warning in the form of a painful jolt in the stomach. This final warning must be heeded, if not, you will die within the next five minutes.” Someone said, “But in those five minutes, the paramedics can hea—”

"You thought there would be no consequences." His hands didn't touch her flesh — not yet. They brushed the air around her, tormenting, teasing. Sera whimpered, her body swaying precariously, her nipples pebbling in pain under the thin dress she wore. Valerio laughed darkly. "Look at you," he whispered. "So starved for touch you can't even stand." --- Something soft brushed her cheek. Not skin — silk again. He was *toying* with her. Tormenting her.

Starved Passion::: Was this her way of revenge? He sigh loudly, he should have apologize to her earlier, what manner of torture is this? He looked at her, she was not looking at him. He had never seen Ivana dressed like this, he was aware of his workers having extra clothes at work Incase any unforeseen circumstances arises, Davin eyes darted to the people present in the meeting, his blood boiled, their eyes were feeding hungrily on Ivana, the lust there, he suddenly felt the urge to snap their necks.

I spoke cruelly, holding her neck and lightly choking her. “Now, quickly say your next mistake, or I will keep spanking you all night, and you know very well that no one can stop me!” I threatened her, and her eyes got more teary; for the first time, I saw intense fear in her eyes for me, and I loved every bit of it. “I went to a club.” I again spanked her hard, making her ass jiggle and she whimpered in pain. “I got drunk.” My force was increasing each time, making her cry harder.

"Now, are you going to keep making excuses to run back into your corner, or are you going to help me crush these star-anise pods?" Nalvath stared down at her small, warm hand, his ancient heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The deep, heavy trauma of a lifetime spent being hated by his own kind began to soften under her gaze. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his arm forward, letting his dark skin brush against her fingers, surrendering to the brilliant, saving warmth of her touch.

“This is what you came for. This is what you need.” Torvald’s eyes rolled back. The stretch, the burn, the sheer overwhelming size was everything he had craved. He stroked his own cock furiously while Grulak railed him, the orc’s massive shaft rearranging his guts with every thrust. The pain had long since melted into blinding pleasure.

“Fuck. Look at this. Ten years starving, huh? You’re about to find out what it feels like to be ruined.” To Be Continued...

Valerie watched jealous, her hand twitching to touch herself. "Compete," I said. "Who deepthroats better gets bred first." They dove in—Vanessa gagging deep, tears streaming, her tits bouncing. Valerie pushed her off after a minute. "My mouth now." She took me deeper, throat bulging, spit dripping down her chin. "Fuck, yes," I groaned, thrusting. Vanessa pouted, pinching her nipples hard. "Not fair. I can go deeper."