Witch Of Lust Novelas e Histórias

"And a few centuries of hating me for a mistake I made two hundred years ago.” She tips her wine glass, takes a slow sip, and then slams her mouth onto mine. The kiss is hard and hungry. Warm, dark wine leaks between our lips, tasting like grapes and pure lust. I don't give a fuck that over fifty nobles are watching their Alpha and Luna. They can stare. We look like a fucking p**n show and I love it. My hand grips her slender waist, pulling her against me. She gasps and looks up at me, her pupils blown wide, swallowing the iris. “Careful," she breathes against my lips. "You actually remember how to want something."

Luca's reflection looked back at him, strong, unreadable, the faint shadow of fatigue softening his edges. But beside him, Alessia's eyes glimmered with something beyond fear, curiosity wrapped in destiny. She stepped closer, her voice steady yet trembling underneath. "Show yourself," she whispered. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the surface of the mirror rippled, distorting their reflections as if the glass had turned to water. And then, she showed. The witch woman from the old stories. "Lapátásodà Vàlká". Her figure materialized in a swirl of mist, draped in shadow and light, her face pale yet disturbingly beautiful.

"It's your promise, Sevina... You must never break it." The words from the late Queen hovered in her head as Queen Sevina mused about her decisions. She had given her word to the previous King and Queen and it was a rule among the witches to always live up to their promise. If she did one thing that would betray them, she would lose her immortality and her freedom... she would be sent back to Mysticia and will no longer be given the chance to see the humans again. It was one thing she didn't want to ever happen, and that was why she took the risk and agreed to everything.

His breath warmed the back of her neck with long puffs. "Yes, master. I want more," she demanded. Her heart rate was shallow and beating so fast. She took a heavy breath as the air turned misty from the lusting vapor and intensity of their bodies. Her lips become parched as a result of the excessive sweat dripping down her body. Moan over moan, she cries out with so much passion and burning lust as he continues thrusting her hard, slapping her jiggling ass, and pumping her deeper. "Please, Master, do not stop. I'm coming," she said lustfully. "Please make me cum," she begged.

She was the first female in his life since he became a vampire and just when he was beginning to enjoy being around her, he heard the most shocking news. She'd gone and had an affair with Ruthven. Women couldn't be trusted and had become his watchword ever since then, he thought, replaying the scenario in his head. "I've told you a number of times that I was hypnotized. Ruthven hypnotized me!!" She half yelled. "Shouldn't you be resting?" Roman asked, changing the train of conversation. "You should rest after a trip." "You still care about me, see?" She said, sounding like even she herself didn't believe her utterances.

"You need to know how the curse started." The witch moved across the floor like a snake, her movements slow and deliberate. She sank onto the leather couch, sprawling her body out and opening her legs wide. Her eyes locked directly onto the King. She raised her hands, slowly squeezing her small breasts, pinching her nipples until she let out a low, wet gasp. Her fingers slid down her stomach, moving between her thighs with a sickening, rhythmic sound.

Still, she made no sound. "Begin," Darius said. His voice was cold and firm. Lena lifted her chin even though her limbs trembled. From the shadows, a figure came forward, and that figure was not an old woman but a woman of striking beauty who wore a red robe that shone in the firelight. Her eyes were violet and full of power. Her voice was soft and sweet when she spoke, but beneath that sweetness there was something older and colder. She was the witch. The witch drew a dagger that was shaped like a crescent moon. The dagger was black, and it pulsed with ancient power.

The witch smiled sweetly with a dreamy look on her face as if she was picturing his vasectomy in her head. "Has anyone ever told you that you are a romantic at heart?" Vladimir's lips twitched despite his annoyance as he drew small circles on her back with his fingers. He could see the witch's pupils dilate at his touch. The witch's mouth said one thing and her body told an entirely different story. Even if she had masked her scent her body's reaction to his touch gave her away. There was no denying that she was attracted to him and the fact pleased Vladimir more than it should.

“Yeah, look, Your Highness, I admit I did see Lady Williams buy somethin’ from a witch, and I did tell my friends about it, but it wasn’t poison and I never said it was! That detail must have gotten changed somewhere along the grapevine.” I watch Morris’ face. He’s nervous. But he’s not lying. “Fine. Tell me what you saw.” “Well, I saw Lady Williams coming out of a witch’s cabin in Chinsin with a little bag of somethin’, and I thought it might be useful to know what such a fine lady was doing slummin’ it with witches in Chinsin, so I went to visit the witch right after, and I asked her what Lady Williams bought, but apparently the lady paid the witch enough to buy her silence, too, but you k

Alastair “Sexual compulsion.” I repeated the words in my head, mulling over the implications of such a curse. It was a twisted form of magic, one that left me perplexed as to why a witch would bestow such a cruel fate upon someone. Julia seemed pleased by my silence, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she continued to speak. "Whenever she nears her heat cycle, she'll fall sick without any apparent reason. Over time, her condition will worsen, and she'll experience the most intense sexual cravings, bordering on compulsion. It's not merely hypersexuality or OCSB—it's a craving that will drive her to the brink. If she doesn't find satisfaction that meets her desires, she'll die from t