Witches Lust Mga Nobela at Kwento

We lost 15 pack members in the attack, and I’m not a fan of the idea to put more in danger. The elder has found an entrapment spell that was used over a century ago but some of the ingredients are not available easily these days. Witches use a lot of herbs, there is a rumour that 1 of the packs has a witch as a member as she was mated to an elite warrior there. She swore an oath to their pack so she may help.

The witches surrendered to each other, weaving a tapestry of bodies and breath, dissolving the boundaries again and again until nothing but the moon’s light could tell them apart. Selene's trembling fingers found the hollow of Ronan's throat, lingering there as his pulse quickened beneath her touch—a rhythm like distant thunder against her fingertips. Mirra watched from the edge of the circle, her breath catching in her chest when Ronan pulled Selene against him with desperate hands, their silhouettes merging into a single shadow beneath the silver-blue moonlight. When Mirra finally stepped forward, drawn by an invisible tide, the air around them thickened and shimmered, charged with the min

The brunette came on my tongue, the redhead on my fingers, their juices mixing as I trembled, the loft echoing with our cries. The night deepened, the loft a sanctuary of shadows and silk, my body a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The women loomed, their breaths heavy, pussies wet again, eyes locked on me with unrelenting lust, ready to seal the ritual.

Whispers ran through the circle like wildfire, fear tightening their throats. A RuthValis witch stepped forward, her hands trembling as she raised a polished, enchanted mirror. The glass shimmered, swirling with shadows and faint light. Slowly, it revealed what none wanted to see. There, within the depths of the mirror, lay Metella-her form twisted in submission under Haspan. The fiery lycan's presence was unmistakable, and the way she went on all fours for him, unmoving, seemed almost... enchanted. Gasps and stifled cries erupted around the room. Some witches stumbled backward, clutching their robes. Others froze, their hands clutching staffs as if the air itself had turned to ice.

“Me too.“ Another rogue replied, rather agreeing to what the rogue had said. “The shit made me go to the toilet multiple times that I almost passed out. What kind of witch makes that terrible concoction? You guys really need to tell Linda that she sucks at mixing these spell drinks.“ “Nah, I'm good. Maybe you should tell her yourself, and let's all see what happens.“ “So she should cast one of her spells on me? No, thank you. Do you know how much I bloody hate witches? My blood boils, and I always have the urge to tear them apart.“ “Relax, Ruger, you can't be serious. If it weren't for this particular witch, we wouldn't have been able to succeed in every plan of ours. The Royal Empire pack m

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

Alex's POV: I let out a small moan, my eyes droopy as I watched the young maiden swallow my cock. Her face was red and her cheeks were hollowed, Elizabeth? Mary? I couldn't remember her name infact I couldn't remember any of the maidens names. Their face all looked a blur to me. She gags as my cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes tear up and she struggles for air but she continues trying to force my dick down her throat.

He said winking at me "I see, so who is the top in the relationship?" Malcolm asked smirking at me "Nathan is. At first we were in the switch but I decided that being a top wasn't for many and I love being a bottom" I said smirking back "Oh, because most guys are ashamed. Being a bottom is amazing but most wouldn't understand the pleasure we get out of it. They see it as a lower stage of homosexual and they think we're actual pussies" Malcolm said to me

The grand chandelier that once dazzled the room with opulence now hung cracked and flickering, casting fractured light across the battlefield that had once been a ballroom. Wolves stalked between toppled tables and shattered glass, their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their fur—black, silver, russet—was streaked with blood, claws dripping with violence. Snarls rumbled from deep within their throats. The witches, dressed in black and crimson robes, floated above the floor, their feet barely touching the marble. Their eyes shimmered with cruel amusement, their fingers wreathed in dark smoke. Some laughed softly as they cast spells, weaving magic like silk through the air—binding, blinding, bre

Benita turned slowly to Lan, tilting her head, “Why are you in such a rush, Lan? We have all the time in the world.No one can stop us.” Lan’s eyes flicked back to me, "You underestimate her, Benita." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “So dramatic.” Then, without a word, she lifted her hand and signaled to the witches. The four witches stepped closer, forming a perfect circle around the swirling dark sigil carved into the floor. Their lips moved in unison as they lifted their hands and started to chant. Dark mist began to seep from the ground, spiraling upward like smoke from hell itself. The air turned heavy and cold. The witches’ eyes rolled back as their eyeballs turned black as an unseen f