Zestial X Carmilla の小説・ストーリー

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

he commanded. I obeyed instantly, getting on all fours and arching my back for him. He gripped my ass with both hands and thrust back in, fucking me even harder from behind. The angle was deliciously deep. I could barely think straight. “Come inside me,” I moaned, looking back at him. “Fill your stepsister up. Please, Damien.” “Fuck… I’m close,” he growled. His thrusts became erratic, deeper, more desperate. With a loud groan, Caleb buried himself to the hilt and came hard. I felt every pulse as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside me. He kept grinding slowly, pushing it deeper until he was completely spent.

As she looked up, her breath caught in her throat because the man had a devilish grin playing in his lips and his gray eyes looking right into her soul, promising her the storm that was about to come. She inhaled his musky scent with the mixture of the wine and immediately, she regretted it. It was so addictive and she felt herself wanting for more. His face was so near that she couldn't help but be intoxicated by him. She gulped. "Let me clear one thing, Stacy," he said with a deep, authoritative voice, "I have paid for you already so, you are mine for this night."

*** **** So Xavier's in again🥴🚶 Some of you liked him, some of you didn't... But let's see what he'll do...is he really nice or is he not? I like him...I mean he's hot...I could live against his muscular chest🤤 but Celeste seem to prefer Zillon's chest.... Your thoughts...your gems🥰😈✌️

Jealousy and anger mixed together is something dangerous and wild. A soft smile appeared on Clarise’s face as she slowly pushed Janice away from her personal space. “Relax, I know that you want him for yourself as much as I do. But I’m offering you a great deal here. Carmilla is our common enemy, and an enemy of a foe is a friend of mine. We could join forces and eliminate our common enemy, and then we could fight over the Young Master.” She spoke as her smile remained in her expression, as if her intentions weren’t as menacingly evil as it was.

Luckily, Lanton is not in any of my classes, which is a huge relief to me. I manage to concentrate in class just fine, but right at the end of class, I see him again when I see the driver already standing in front of the school with that ridiculous flashy limousine, the driver, one of Lestari's gangsters, is standing there, waiting in a robotic way, probably regretting joining the mafia. I bet if he had known before that he would be babysitting the boss's son, he wouldn't have joined.

Orgasms crash one after another—first from the dual pounding, cunt and ass spasming; then from Lena grinding on my tongue while fingers rub my clit; then a shattering third when Jax pinches my nipples and growls, “Come for your owners.” They finish on me—Jax pulling out to paint my stomach, tattooed man flooding my ass, Lena shuddering above me as she comes on my face. I lie there—bound, covered, trembling—legs spread, cum leaking from every hole, body glowing under the chandelier. The crowd watches, strokes, murmurs approval. Jax unties me gently, brushes sweat-soaked hair from my face. “Tomorrow’s theme is toys and edging. Be ready.” I smile through swollen lips, voice wrecked. “I’m always

"In front of everyone. Cameras rolling. The whole world watching Vincent Torres choose worthless, invisible Anastasia Ashford." "Except I'm not Anastasia," I say, and the words feel stronger now. "I'm Celeste Moretti." "Exactly." Vincent's eyes shine with approval. "So wear something that shows it. Something fantastic. Something expensive. Something that makes you look like the billionaire heiress you are." "I don't have anything like that." Vincent pulls out his phone, types something quickly. "You will by tomorrow morning. I'm sending a stylist to you at eight AM. She'll bring everything you need."

"We take down Lord Gorgon's factory first. We strip them of their high-tech toys. And when our factions come to execute us at the summit... we show them exactly what happens when the frost and the flame refuse to bleed for their entertainment." Carmilla stared up at her, her red lips curving into a breathtaking, devastatingly tender smile as she leaned up, closing the remaining distance to seal their defiant pact with a fierce, deep kiss under the silent witness of the moon.