Yelena Belova Sexuality Novels & Stories

Elena I never thought my body would betray me like this. My name is Elena Voss, twenty-four years old, and for the past six months, I’ve been living in hell. A rare neurological condition the specialists couldn’t name, let alone treat. It started as waves of heat rolling through my core at the worst possible moments—during meetings, while driving, even in the middle of grocery shopping. Now it was constant. An unrelenting, throbbing ache between my thighs that made my clit swell and my pussy drip with need until I couldn’t think straight. My nipples stayed hard, rubbing painfully against every fabric. My voluptuous breasts felt heavier, more sensitive, begging to be touched.

They didn’t stop. Elena swung around, grabbed the thick double-ended dildo from the drawer, and slid one end deep into her own dripping pussy. The other end she pushed between my lips, fucking my mouth while Victoria kept railing me. Then Elena leaned forward, kissing Victoria passionately above me, their full breasts pressed together as they used my body like their favorite toy. I lost count of how many times I came.

“Oleg is a gorgeous man, even though he’s a goat, of course. He showed me so much attention, and… I wanted to feel desirable again — maybe young, attractive, uninhibited… alive. So I didn’t resist when he confidently led me to his room, whispering all kinds of sweet things and compliments.” “The Yartsevs sure know how to sweet-talk women,” I muttered thoughtfully, chewing on my lip and staring at one spot. “That’s an understatement!” Valentina let out a bitter laugh. “Anyway… it was insanely good. Even too good,” she blushed. “My husband never really cared whether I felt good — he only cared about his own desire. But Oleg… well, he’s not like that.” “So why did you run out of his bedroom the

“I knew it would be bad but I didn’t think it would be that bad! You are fucking spoilt. Corrupted. I wish I could watch.” If anyone was corrupted among us, it would be Elena, she’s the virgin of the group. I mean, she was the virgin until she met her mate. Now, she’s a sex diva and sometimes, I get amazed by how openly she now talks about sex when she used to be so timid or so I thought. Okay, I have to say that Emily and I kind of influenced her with our hoe tendencies. Good thing we were all loyal to the ones we love. “I want to try it so badly and I know the guys will be in on it too but I don’t want them to know until it’s time. I want it to be a surprise thing.”

If anything, it seemed to encourage him further as he fucked her through it, his heavy balls slapping against her with every deep plunge. He pulled out only long enough to spin her around and lift her onto the wide railing before driving back inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he pounded upward with one hand still around her throat, and the other supporting her ass. “Good girl,” he praised her roughly. “Squeezing me so fucking tight. This pussy was made for older cock, wasn’t it? Made to be ruined by a man who doesn’t give a fuck about your corporate rules.” Elena shattered again, sobbing his name as another orgasm tore through her. Viktor followed with a deep gro

I greeted her. “Where were you?” she asked rudely. I shrugged. “Out. What are you doing awake at this hour?” Yelena wrinkled her nose. “You smell like sex.” “And?” I folded my arms against my breasts. Having sex was not against the house rules. Having sex inside the GLE house, on the other hand, was. “Slut,” she grumbled, and took another sip of her water. I looked at her carefully. She didn’t look great. She looked tired, pissed, and a little broken. “What’s wrong?”

Topher walked toward Yelena and Maya, unbuttoning his pants and snickering lewdly. "Such young, untouched beauty, and you, a fine, mature woman. It's going to be especially enjoyable when you two accompany me tonight. I'll make sure you both climax together, and that feeling will be unforgettable for the rest of your lives." "Maya, quickly go to the bedroom," Yelena urged, pushing her daughter away. No one could stop Topher now, and she would rather suffer Topher's defilement all by herself. After all, Maya was still a minor, and Yelena couldn't bear the thought of her daughter experiencing such horror.

I wanted to move but my body refused to do so. “Is that what you want, Tyrith?” The question seemed far away. My eyes lingered on his moving lips. “Do you want to be my sex slave? Would you like me to drag you to my place and fuck you until you forget who you are?” His pheromone seeped into my skin. Goosebumps bathed me. I bit into my tongue to suppress a moan. Lucian rose. His face closed in on mine. “Answer me, Tyrith. Do you fantasize about me? Does the idea of belonging to me drive you wild?”

When she's done, she lay down and slid her hand between her thighs, searching for her still-swollen, slick folds. A soft gasp escaped her as she began slow circles on her clit, exactly as Soren had taught her earlier. “I… I would have talked to her,” Elena whispered with a shaky voice, then bit her lips bitterly, fighting the urge to stop. But the building pressure made her continue. “I would've told her everything that’s happening. Asked for advice on how to handle the contract. And how to protect myself from… from you.” Soren watched her intently, his own arousal evident in the tight line of his jaw and the bulge straining against his trousers.

"Before he died. Did he know my mother was here. Did he know about the fellowship, about you, about" "No," she said. Simply. "Aleksei Volkov was my lawyer for eighteen months, twelve years ago, for an unrelated property matter. He was good at his job and I liked him and when he died I sent flowers because that is what you do." She looked at me. "I did not know he had a connection to you. I did not know you existed until two years ago when a coat appeared on a runway in a collection called Reyes and I looked up the designer and found Elena's last name attached to someone who moved the way Elena moved and worked the way Elena worked."