Witch Of Lust Novels & Stories

Neither do I. “But some matters,” the witch continues, “require more than claws and brute force. There are things only a witch can contain before they grow beyond control.” “And you are suddenly so interested in helping her because you have a hidden charity house in your heart? I find that hard to believe.” “I am not a righteous person. However, you must let me see her. I need to confirm her beast has not emerged yet.” “Why are you so interested in her beast?” She nearly rolls her eyes, but she controls herself. She knows that if she disrespects me again, it will be the last thing she ever does. “Because I told you. She is a psychopath.”

Voldamire understood that she was a witch, the eternal enemy of their race. Voldamire stumbled backwards, his words stuttering as he said in disbelief, " Witch...who...who let you in..how dare you..." Lisa let out a throaty laughter. She was in her witch form which he failed to recognize. Looking down at Voldamire, she remembered the painful night and was filled in rage. Stepping closer, Lisa said with a sneer, stretching her nails out, " Remember the witch you raped! How did it feel, Voldamire? Do you think that no one will ever know?"

Her pussy continued to twitch and leak weak squirts into the growing puddle beneath her. Lilithara stood tall and triumphant, her massive 14-inch futa cock still rock-hard and glistening with thick strands of throat slime. She slowly stroked the veined shaft as she looked over the four chained witches with glowing golden eyes full of wicked promise. “Your leader has been properly broken,” the succubus purred, voice dripping with lust. “Now it’s time to corrupt the rest of you pretty little mortal sluts. Every hole. Every inch of you will belong to me tonight.”

You didn’t think I’d leave you without a little reward for giving Forbidden Lust a chance, did you? That would be cruel of me. Now be a good girl… and keep reading. A little piece of heaven after Chapter 160. Because in a perfect world, the morning always comes. 165 Emilia By the third orgasm, I stopped pretending I still had dignity left. "Fuck, Raf," I moaned when he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. His other hand was already between my legs, ruthlessly spreading my own wetness over my clit until I was shaking.

As Max sat down beside her on the bed, Mira felt her senses come alive, aware of the proximity and the unspoken tension between them. "Was this lust or love she taught?" Mira's mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought about her friends' warnings and her own feelings for the twins. She couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Max, but was it love or lust? She thought back to the way her heart skipped a beat when Max appeared in her window, the way her skin tingled when he smiled at her.

The heavy, dominant pace of his hips sped up, turning completely frantic and entirely unrestrained as she pushed him completely right to the absolute edge. Right before the climax completely overtook him, his hands suddenly tightened violently in her hair. He completely withdrew from her mouth with a wet pop, leaving her gasping and coughing, lips swollen and shiny with spit. Hazel’s chest heaved, tears still tracking down her red face, her eyes glassy with lust as she stared up at him, begging without words. Xavier looked down at her, his chest heaving rapidly. He was completely on the edge, his icy blue eyes completely feral.

his friend Rosa called him, while she was waving to him and accompanied by three strong young men. Gwen is a known GRO and gold digger, when it comes to the night club where she works. She is a lover of gallant or rich men and foreigners, because of her ability to seduce and seduce men. He is well-versed in turning heads and capturing their hearts. She is used to being rude and picked on by different men because she also knows that it is part of her job. But even though she has had sex with many different men in bed, only one man still makes her heart beat. That is none other than Adante Kier Bautista.

She inserted the flashdrive in the laptop and immediately the screen came alive. Everyone in the room gasped at the screen making Victoria wonder what had happened. "What is this, Me Perkins?" Mr Lucky's deep voice shook her ground. She immediately turn to face the screen only to see a video of a man and a woman having sex. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw it. She immediately removed the flash drive from the laptop. She wondered how that got in there because she never saw it when she was coding before. They began to whisper to themselves in the room while she inserted the flash drive again, hoping this time, all she had worked for will show but instead the same showed again and she pan

Raising my head slightly, I shut my eyes tight, I didn't want her to have any clue about what was going on in my mind. "That man you are holding is a male witch, you should know that too. They are infamous for using their victims' powers against them." Vera still couldn't keep quiet and I cursed her in my mind. Lorenzo started inhaling weirdly and she stopped abruptly, dropping my head back on the bed. 'Has she changed her mind?' "They are not responding, I don't think they are Ordan's bacteria," she complained, turning her back to me. I wanted to shout that they are but I couldn't, the pain had taken my voice, telling me that I was closer to my grave.

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."