Witch Of Lust Novels & Stories

He had known of Queen Lustia’s vampiric nature and Consort Watelonu’s werewolf’s transformation from a long time ago. Queen Lustia was the princess of the fallen Heiden kingdom and he met her when she was on the run. As for Consort Watelonu, he found her missing every full moon and had seen her transform into a wolf form with his own eyes. He didn’t get the chance to investigate Concubine Beanilda’s true nature. He was also disheartened that she had already given birth to a child for another man. Was it his fault that he never asked or because Concubine Beanilda wasn’t planning on telling him at all?

That's probably the reason why he no longer felt any lust for Charm. 'Fuck! I want to see Leigh now,' Wayne exclaimed in his mind. 'She's driving me crazy. Damn! I only can think of her. Leigh is the only woman I want to make me horny in bed. And later, I will make sure I can claim her again.' he remarked.

I leaned over and grabbed a fist full of her hair pulling it back. She tighen around me and I couldn’t hold it any more. “Fuck!” I yelled as I came inside of her. “Yessss!” She screamed as she tensed and came. More I want more!!!!!! My desired yelled and I gave into it. I pulled out of her and turned her around sat her on the desk. She looked me in my eyes, I read nothing short of lust, and desire. I Pulled her dress down over her chest exposing her bare naked breast. I immediately, latched my mouth onto her breast and her arched her back pushing her chest more in my face. I bit down on her nipple and pulled it between my teeth. She groaned and wiggled. I knew what she wanted but the questio

I want to taste her so badly. "I… uh… Aldrich…" "We won't be breaking any of your rules," I sink my teeth into the lobe of her ear. Her moan of pleasure goes straight to my already hard cock. My wolf is egging me on to claim her. She's our mate, he says. For a moment, I’m worried for my wolf. A Venusian Witch–our mate? It can never be. Claim her, he urges. Desire has addled my brain and I'm not able to shut his voice down.

Every creak, every shadow, every whisper was a move in a dangerous game, one that Nickey intended to master. The night stretched long, suspense winding tighter with every moment. Nickey’s eyes scanned the moonlit corridors, every instinct alert. The figure remained unseen, yet the pull—the challenge—was undeniable. Trina’s hum rose, soft, magnetic, drawing him closer to the line between strategy and temptation.

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

"So you were the one who started it all, the one who made the werewolves..." I nodded. "A few years later," I said, "I tried to stop a battle between witches and werewolves in a nearby village. My pack was with me. They wanted to kill me. They chained me in silver, poisoned me with wolfsbane. My pack... slaughtered while trying to save me. Many tried to end me, but the Moon Goddess... she protected me. Every attempt failed. So they cursed me instead. With immortality. To watch everyone I love die or fade while I remain. And... because no man could match me, they cursed me with lust. Madness. Obsession. Violence trailing everyone I touch. Men and women alike driven to ruin by me, by my nature

Her whole body was stiffened as she sobbed, she wasn't able to scream so she let the tears of her endless pain flow down her face —she was fooled! At that moment, the black witch appears in the throne hall. Her lengthy dark silk hair glided in the air, her eyes were purely raven and she was putting on a black gown. "You summoned me through the pack link, alpha!" She laughs dramatically and bows to the young man in front of her. "I need you to carve an unchaste mark on her face, and kill her wolf!" Lucien decreed, and the wicked witch did as she was instructed. "No...no..." Katrina whimpers weakly, struggling with the last of her strength as she tries to pull away from the witch.

Behind her, distant howls rose hunters, traitors, monsters who would steal what was not theirs. "Hold on, my love. Please, just a little farther," the woman whispered, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. The little girl whimpered softly, tiny hands clutching at her mother’s cloak. The woman reached a cave, her sanctuary of last hope. She was Lilith, witch of rare power, wife to a wolf duke far from home, and mother to a child both worlds would kill to claim. Their daughter, a hybrid of witch magic and wolf blood, was the key to untold power.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some packs demand blood. Others demand something far more primal. Tonight’s confession is about a female alpha in a hidden werewolf society who must mate with three rival males to maintain peace — a public, brutal, and deeply satisfying ritual of dominance and submission. This one is raw, primal, and pack-level filthy. Here is the confession of “Queen of the Pack.” --- **Story 8: Queen of the Pack**