Witch Of Lust Novels & Stories

I questioned angrily, my tone rising as I finished, crossing my hands over my buxom chest in what I hoped was an air of indignant disbelief. I couldn't believe the cheek of it! “Oh, spare me the theatrics, Reynolds, I know your kind, and I've seen how you look at the Lycan, that lustful gleam in your eye.” The Wicked witch of the mountains chortled and my jaw just about hit the floor like a dustpan ready to collect rubbish. “You're crazy!” I gasped, my chest heaving from the effort as my heart hammered between my breasts when it looked like the hag was going to approach me.

I was lost, a man without a purpose, tethered to the darkness that had consumed me. Then, heat scorched my skin, pulling me from the depths. I turned, and there she was, the witch they spoke of, tied to a pole, flames licking at her feet. Her voice reached out like a siren's song. "Save me, my love," she cooed, her tone thick with sweetness, but there was a darkness behind it, a sickness that twisted her words. Her face flickered, morphing from the innocent beauty that had captivated me into a grotesque, decaying crone. "Kill them. All of them." Her command sliced through me, and I felt my claws extend, itching to obey.

I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I absolutely need to confirm my guess once and for all. I find the place and step inside the little house—but Laverna isn’t there. I hear someone come in and turn around. The old woman drops her firewood when she sees me and gets nervous. I step closer, studying her in silence. And then I realize it—she’s… embarrassed. I’ve read that witches are VERY lustful creatures who never miss a chance to seduce someone and indulge in debauchery. But this one… she’s standing there blushing, lowering her eyes because I’m standing too close.

As she looked up, her breath caught in her throat because the man had a devilish grin playing in his lips and his gray eyes looking right into her soul, promising her the storm that was about to come. She inhaled his musky scent with the mixture of the wine and immediately, she regretted it. It was so addictive and she felt herself wanting for more. His face was so near that she couldn't help but be intoxicated by him. She gulped. "Let me clear one thing, Stacy," he said with a deep, authoritative voice, "I have paid for you already so, you are mine for this night."

She wasn’t my mate — the curse made certain of that. And yet when she was near, my wolf went wild, clawing at my insides like she was something precious to protect, to claim. Something mine. If I couldn’t explain it, how could they? “Bring her in,” I bit out finally. “But Lucian, if this witch so much as scratches her, I’ll mount her head on my wall.” Lucian gave a sharp nod. “Understood.” ⸻ The witch glided into the room moments later, her robes whispering over the stone floor. The air seemed to grow colder with her presence. Silver runes glittered along her arms, glowing faintly beneath the torchlight.

The pleasure was as strong as ever but she was slowly able to clear her mind enough to move. Her hands began stroking the other husk cocks as well. The witch worked them as quickly as she could, encouraged by their moans of enjoyment. Two-thirds of her husks still remained and crowded around her. She had plenty left to go. Aside from her boots and collar, the witch was completely naked now. Alicia began pushing back against the two husks fucking her, pressing herself even deeper on their cocks and bouncing along them.

Christos. I might be the half human here with a wolf’s blood in me but there is nothing you can tell me, she is obviously a witch. A blood sucking lustful witch who might just be the end of me. And I love it! I love this bewitching side of her and I can’t wait to do more exploration to bring out the real soul lurking behind those sexy boobs of her. Sending her a hooded glint that was meant to pass my interest across, I leaned towards the table.

Maybe even a touch of… mischief? Her eyes, usually a startling shade of emerald green, looked dull under the harsh living room light. The mascara that usually accentuated their long lashes was smudged in dark streaks down her cheeks, a stark contrast to the carefully applied red lipstick that stained the wine glass she held precariously in a crimson-painted fingernail. Her blonde hair, usually styled in perfect waves, hung limp and lifeless around her shoulders, a few strands escaping to frame a face that looked pale and drawn.

Christian said lust was clearly visible in his voice. "Stop-it! You are a monster Christian you are so cheap. Get away from me!" I yelled and tried to get my waist free which was impossible. He gives sloppy kisses on my neck and moves towards my breast slowly. I was paralyzed petrified for what was to come next as I laid helplessly on the bed under him. I cried out loudly when he bit on my collarbone. Tears flowed in my eyes. "You know Roose your fucking mole always distracts me, this fucking mole I love the most It makes your neck so sexy." Christian said

Rowan Once the lust-fueled fog cleared from his mind Rowan was disgusted. His wolf receded in his mind leaving Rowan to get them out of the hole they just dug themselves into. Lena wiped her mouth and climbed to her feet. Standing on her toes she wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss his lips. Rowan turned his head. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes grew wide. “Did I do something wrong?” Rowan clamped his jaw shut. Being a witch was her only crime but it was one he couldn’t look past.