Zestial X Carmilla の小説・ストーリー

Like a man circling prey. “This attitude is the reason you're here, Cara Mia. It turns me on…” He leaned in, his breath hot against her temple. Celeste didn't push him away even as she fought the urge to sniff him. He smelled so good. Like musk and cinnamon. She hated that her body reacted to him the same way it did that night at the bar. Then he turned and walked away. He left her standing there, her robe open, her skin flushed, and her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Sara pushed her breasts together and opened her mouth. "Come on me," she begged. "Cover your stepsister with your cum. Callum came with a deep guttural moan. Thick ropes of hot cum shot across her breasts. Her neck. Her face. Pulse after pulse. Painting her. Marking her. They collapsed together. Breathing hard. Bodies covered in sweat and cum. Callum pulled her into his arms. He kissed her forehead. Then her lips. Softly this time. "This is just the beginning," he whispered. "I am nowhere near done ruining you this week."

I tried to push him away while still holding the beer can, but my arms felt completely devoid of strength. Feeling my slight resistance, he finally broke the seal of our lips, lingering just a millimeter away. Our eyes locked in the dark, his heavy palm still resting firmly against the nape of my neck. I tried to force my hammering heart to slow down, desperate to extinguish the dangerous fire pooling in my gut. I glared up at him, my gaze burning with venom. "Neo, do you like it?" he rasped, his scorching breath fanning across my flushed face, carrying the scent of crisp midnight air and dark, dangerous intent.

Before she could retort, Carmella herself waddled over—silver hair in a bun, apron stained with sauce, eyes sharp as razors. “Zara, mi amore! Who’s this delicious dish?” Zara smirked. “Carmella, meet Alec. Alec, prepare for judgment.” Carmella gave him a slow once-over. “Hmm. Skinny. But the eyes—maledizione, the eyes will ruin lives. You hurt her, I spit in your wine.” “I believe you,” Alec said solemnly. Carmella grinned. “Good boy.” They ordered quickly. Spaghetti for her, penne arrabbiata for him. No wine—Zara didn’t trust herself to drink around him.

“If this is about Milo again—” I yanked the door open but it wasn’t Bethel. The scent hit first—sweetness, citrus and something crazily familiar. I stood, grounded to the floor. Why, in Selene’s name, was Zelest here at this hour? He leaned casually against the doorframe in a leather jacket, arms crossed and that signature smirk curving his lips like he knew exactly what kind of havoc he was about to wreak. “Not Milo,” he said smoothly. “Unless you’ve started calling me pet names behind my back, Moonfang.”

I had to win because we were up against Juvilan and Stacy’s team. "Let's throw a towel at your ex and your garbage cousin," Lore said. "Come here with me, Carmilla," Maurice said. These two are obvious! Seriously, are they using a couple heroes? Carmilla and Cecilion? What a corny pair, they are obviously in a relationship, but they are just keeping it hidden from us.

The demoness was elated that her sensual charm worked on Zoravec and it made him hot. He was desiring for her and the urge was significant from his glowing crimson eyes. Zoravec completely forgot about his mother who was in the kitchen. Or else he would have stopped Devi from stripping, because according to his assumption the view was real. [Women who are curvy are more dangerous it seems. Hehe...Mmm~] - Zoravec

He could barely believe his eyes, he felt as though they were tricking him, but was his nose tricking him too? He could smell his scent; freshly chopped woods and lotus flower, and he could...he could smell her too...Celeste. The beautiful, blond woman who stood like a goddess beside Zillon. Her hands held on to the hands of two little girls, both identical in facial features and bodily scent. They looked like her, it was obvious that they were get kidsand Xavier's heart flipped in anxiety at that. Behind them, stood Zillon's beta and his gamma and as Xavier made it closer, his men that sloppily surrounded them stepped aside.

Then, Carmilla arrived. Carmilla stepped out of the elevator and onto the red-carpeted stairs. She wore a midnight-blue gown that sparkled like stars, its fabric hugging her frame gracefully, with a daring open back and a high slit that revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, allowing her diamond-drop earrings to catch the light with every step. Her makeup was delicate yet defining, eyes rimmed with soft gold, lips a warm nude blush. Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward, offering his arm with quiet dignity. Carmilla met him halfway and gently slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

“The evil reign of Jaime has been dealt with and he has now been removed. Xavier might be naïve but Dan would not spare you if he catches you around the West.” “This Dan and Xavier thingy,” Calisté’ frowned. “I don’t really know how it works. Do you mind explaining it to me? They are in one body, the two of them? Or they have two heads? How does it work?” Jimin frowned. “Why not wait and see for yourself? As for today, let us come to a bargain.” Calisté walked closer to them smiling and Sebastian almost peed his pants. Jimin however, did not move an inch. He watched her as she approached him, smiling and she stopped a meter away from where he stood.