Vere Touch Starved Novels & Stories

She was caught in the gravitational pull of a star that had just gone supernova. Victor watched the tremor of her lips, tilting his head ever so lightly, and a dark, twisted satisfaction coiled in his gut. He loved it. He loved the way she broke under his gaze, the way her pulse hammered against the delicate skin of her throat like a trapped bird. The adrenaline from the docks was still screaming through his veins, a jagged, addictive high, and seeing her here, fragile, weeping, and utterly at his mercy, was the ultimate fuel.

In-hwa and In-young, watching the spectacle, also reached the absolute limit of endurance they could no longer bear. As if by agreement, the sisters crawled on all fours and pressed close to either side of the beast as he lay there. As if to soothe a decade of starvation, the eldest, In-hwa, cupped Sam-seok's rough face with both hands, overlapping her red lips. Mingling their breath like an awakened siren and sharing sticky saliva. Simultaneously, the second daughter, In-young, caressed his broad pectoral muscles from the opposite side. Taking the man's protruding dark-red nipple into her mouth, beginning to mercilessly tease and taste it.

He teased me like this countless times. My knees couldn't endure his sweet torture and gave up. I had to hold onto his shoulders for support. Zavion was well aware of his effect on me. He know how catastrophic his touch was for my sanity yet he kept on touching me, teasing me. Tiny electric sparks erupted from his soft fuller lips as they danced all over my skin. Nothing could come close to this feeling.

My heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly. Draven reached out with one massive clawed hand and poked my belly. The soft flesh jiggled under his touch. He laughed. “Look at this fat belly. So round and heavy. These fat tits. These thick thighs. No wonder Vaelor lost his mind. A weak little human like you would make any dragon want to breed you until you burst.” I shivered. His touch felt nothing like Vaelor’s. There was no worship, no love. Only hunger and cruelty.

he added, staring at his mate, "Continue." "Look at how skinny I have become in a matter of two days." "I'm sorry my love, It just has to take some time for me to wake up, you know it's been long I have used my body." Ruthless told her, turning fully to look at her before he closed the distance between them and hugged her. "I have missed you so much Vala," "I missed you too, now what did you do with Flower?" "Oh, she is going through pains right now as we speak, she will never leave the place I put her, never and these two will soon be having their own punishment" Ruthless told Vala before pecking her forehead.

The simple touch from him caused me to feel miserable and restless I wanted him to do more than just taste me "Vic...Victor this is torture" I gasped with shortened breaths reminding him that he was teasing me and killing me slowly. His mouth was warm as he sucked on my inner thighs while he massaged my mold. I wanted him to do more than just touch me and lick me and suck on but like the last time. He said I wasn't ready for anything other than foreplay

“Sathe…I came back…come closer to the bars…” Sathe whimpered as he crept over to the bars of his cell. “Verya…It hurts…” “I know little monster…I’ll help you.” His eyes were watery and pitiful, his neck bruised all over and sweat coated his forehead, wetting his pretty blond hair. His body was shaking like leaves and the crotch of his pants was bulged so obviously. “You want me to touch you?” Sathe nodded desperately, his hand reaching for his mark again, but beyond the bars Verya’s hand went to grab it. “Stop it, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to scrape my mark right off of you.”

I screamed as he continued to pound himself into me, breaking my body down bit by bit. He gripped onto my hips as he pulled all the way out of me just to pull my hips back down, forcing himself back into me. His dick is huge. He continued thrusting into me at a hard, fast pace allowing me to already feel the soreness between my legs. "Shiiittttt" I screamed as I tightly gripped onto the bed frame, giving me something to hold onto. The tightening feeling in my stomach started to come again causing the the amount of pressure I was receiving to become amplified.

The powerful lunge created a large crack on the wall where Starvos could see Betty crying from the pain. His eyes looked down savagely at the girl, "Do you think I am such a kind person?" Betty who couldn't breath scratched his fingers, digging her fingernails to his skin while trying to figure out what he was saying. She was horrified upon seeing Starvos's face that briefly turned into a ferocious wolf. "You said it yourself that I have killed children and even those innocent people. Do you truly think," his tone fell lower and his fingers pushed her body deeper to the wall, causing a crisp sound of bones breaking and shattering. "That I won't kill your?"

Carver let go of Violeth's body, then pushed Violeth against the wall. "Carver, I like rough play. I like a rough bite. Come on, bite now, I want you to bite me." In every pleasure, Violeth loves and longs for a touch that is rough and painful. Violeth is like a female creature who thirsts to enjoy bed. "Fine, Violeth, if that's what you want." Carver then bit Violeth's body which looked like a grape.