Witches Lust Novels & Stories

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.

There was no end of creepiness about that, she decided, although she was sort of grateful that they weren’t free to roam the world, the idea of the two women being held prisoner by a man who claimed to love them held too many shadows of the Triquetra abducting her and holding her prisoner at the river house for her liking. The witches began to chalk and salt out a circle on the floorboards and she saw Verina and Mercy open the door to the main office which Leighton and Verina used as their bedroom, watching the activity with interest. Some of the witches began to undress, and Aislen kept her eyes to the floor as Aaron was one of them. She tiptoed over the lines and runes to the center positi

He just let me. I kissed down to his bare chest, tasting the salt of his skin. My lips lingered, my tongue darting out to tease. I heard the faintest rumble in his chest, like he was holding back more than he wanted to show. My hips rolled slowly over him, desperate, craving him in a way that made me ashamed of myself and yet unwilling to stop. The driver’s eyes flicked up in the mirror once, but Dominic’s sharp look made him turn away immediately.

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.

A hand wraps around his cock and Cole’s head snaps down to see a third witch kneeling before him, her lips parted. “Fuck my mouth,” she orders, her tongue flicking over the head of his dick. Behind him, another witch presses against his back, her fingers slick with lube as she circles his entrance. “Or I’ll make you regret it” Cole doesn’t hesitate. He grips the kneeling witch’s hair and shoves his cock down her throat, her gagging sounds music to my ears and the witch behind him pushes two fingers into his ass, scissoring and stretching. The witches work him together, their touches rough and I’m still being railed by the first witch’s tongue, my hips bucking, my moans muffled, and Cole’s ey

Leila only smiled as he left, she kept on focusing on the files, trying to sort it out when she was interrupted by Jones, she rolled her eyes, what was the woman doing on this floor when her desk was underneath the executive floor. “Leila, you are really a slut! You know that right?!” Jones screamed, attacked her with her words Leila just opened her mouth in surprise, she wanted to talk but she could not say anything. “You’re deaf and dumb now right? I always wondered how you always receive favors from everybody and it turns out you are banging the boss, someone that has a fiancée. You are a slut! Your video is everywhere. You and the boss making out in an elevator”

Morwenna hissed, “The king himself dares set foot in the witches’ sanctum!” “Damn right I do,” Nicklaus growled, stepping further into the hall. “You took something that belongs to me.” Renna’s staff flared again, light slicing through the darkness. “You will release the child, or I swear by the old gods, I’ll tear your power from your bones.” The witches fanned out, encircling them. The air crackled with heat. One of them hurled a bolt of black flame, but Nicklaus deflected it with his blade, the impact shaking the room.

Hearing it undone him. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, but still controlled, worship more than possession. Her moans turned to whimpers, soft cries breaking into the warm air. Stars wheeled above them, ancient and silent witnesses. Heat coiled low in her belly, building sharp and tight. Jasmine bit her lip to keep from screaming, body shaking against him as fluids poured out from her opening. “I’m close… fuck… Jasmine…” he choked out. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered, nails biting into his back.

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.

You couldn’t bring on a she­ wolf’s heat on command. And as if he read my mind, he continued, “The Red Witch has a way of triggering a woman’s heat. Her lust. Once it kicks in, she can go for hours... with anyone, anything. Her need is insatiable. "Magic is a powerful thing," he snickered. My face turned in disgust. “Don’t worry, my love... it will be your turn tomorrow,” he sneered.