Witches Lust Novels & Stories

She didn't know how long she remained that way, watching the the fishes swim. "Are you done staring or you'd like to remain there forever." Lesley jerked at the voice, a deep masculine voice and she twirled sharply. A soft gasp escaped her mouth and a thousand butterflies somersaulted in her tummy as she stared at the demi god seated on a couch. . . . . .

—•LUCIA•— The Rogue king’s mouth continued working my dripping pussy with single-minded, predatory devotion. He was relentless—licking, sucking, and violently devouring me until I was writhing, completely helpless beneath him. My thighs clamped desperately around his head, my hips rolling uncontrollably against his face as I forced his tongue deeper and deeper into my pussy, seeking the ecstasy that was driving me out of my mind. When he finally pulled away, I was nothing but a trembling, gasping, overstimulated mess.

The witches hissed, their coils glowing brighter. Talia’s breath shook, but her voice cut sharp as steel. “Over my dead body.” The witch's eyes glittered. “That, darling, is precisely our plan. But not before we snatch those babes!” She laughed, bone-chilling, hideous, and maniacal. Before Lucian could charge, the rafters groaned. Dozens more rogues poured down ropes, blades flashing, wolves howling. The wedding hall became a slaughterhouse; their vows drowned in war.

Lifted. My feet left the ground. She slammed me against the wall, hard enough my vision sparked. Her claws pricked my skin, not deep, but enough to promise they could go deeper. She pulled me close, her face inches from mine. Her scent—jasmine and cold stone—filled my air. “I. Am. Your. Alpha. Queen.” Each word was a hissed bullet. “You do not raise your voice to me. You do not demand answers. You breathe because I allow it.”

she nodded with determination in her eyes. I guess not all lies are bad after all. Some can be used to encourage a person—just like how my lie is encouraging Callista. "So do you have any idea what my three..." I stopped midway immediately. I couldn’t risk Callista knowing about my twisted, sinful desire for the three monstrous beauties battling for space in my heart. "Three what?" she asked, eyes narrowed. I coughed awkwardly and gave a weak smile. "I'm just curious about what happened to the witches after I lost consciousness." Though my voice was low, I was curious to know what Thorne, Lucian, or Raven might have done to them.

' The nerd, who once sexually abused a girl, thought. Nathan was quiet in the corner, but his cock was already dripping with precum. 'If I could, I would tie her to the chair and make her my sex slave.' The maniac, who has already assaulted a lot of women, thought. Lust heard it all. Not because they talked, but because she could read their minds and smell their arousal. Being a succubus, she feeds on their fantasies. Their thoughts were foreplay for her. Lust stood from her seat, fully displaying her sexy body in front of her first meal. "I guess you guys aren't interested in the lesson." She said, approaching her prey who thought she was the prey.

The walk through the gardens should have calmed me, should have erased my frustration, but it did not. Lanterns twinkled above the hedges and fountains, the air crisp and fragrant with late-summer blooms. My senses tingled with a strange unease. The wolf inside me whispered, small and insistent, trying to guide me, to warn me—but her voice was drowned beneath the roar of the curse, beneath centuries of witches' malice that tangled every instinct. The noise pressed in from every direction, leaving me dizzy, overwhelmed, barely able to parse what was danger and what was desire.

I said before I could stop myself. “Yeah, yeah, and paste it all in our homework book.” Where in the world was I to find a magazine? Everything seems to be evolving and moving away from paper except the education system. But cool. “Let’s stop at the library and I’ll print everything that starts with the letter D and you’ll just cut it out.” I smiled down at her. “Okay.” She showed her little rice teeth. I outsmarted Miss Davids. I copied and pasted every object that G****e listed starting with a D onto one page and printed the page out.

William rose, offered a quiet bow, and left the room. When the door closed, only Neval remained. Liliana’s expression grew colder. “I saw it myself,” she said. “The witches rule the Whitefang wolves now. Slave marks on their necks. Treated like property in their own territory.” Neval’s hands curled into fists at his sides. A low, furious sound escaped his throat.

Then came the sharp *slap* of what sounded like a hand against skin, followed by a woman’s whimper. I bit my lip hard and slipped my hand under my nightdress. My fingers found my already soaked folds and started rubbing in slow, desperate circles. More slaps. More whimpers. Then the unmistakable wet sound of him thrusting into her — deep, hard, relentless. “My lord… I’m going to cum—” the woman whimpered. “You will do no such thing,” Lord Blackwood snarled. “You begged me to fuck this filthy cunt. Now you’ll take everything I give you and nothing more.”