Ebony Lust の小説・ストーリー

Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade. Lust became my chain, immortality my cage. I was left to walk through centuries alone, surrounded by obsession, without a pack, without protection, without anyone to stand between me and the hunger I inspired. They called it punishment. I called it survival. And what a body it was. Cursed or blessed, the distinction had long since blurred. I was not blind to it. The weight of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the shape of my arse—men stared, women stared. I knew precisely why. My mouth betrayed me most of all, lips too full, too soft, as though fashioned for begging or being bitten, claimed.

~Clarissa’s POV~ I stared at the ad on my screen like it had personally called out to the mess I had become. “Need to feel again? Escape heartbreak. Find your pleasure. Join ECSTASY.” The name practically pulsed on the screen. Seductive and Dangerous, like the kind of nightclub your mother warned you about. Ecstasy. Even the name tasted like sin.

“Move. Fuck me hard.” They found a rhythm quickly. Kane thrust into her pussy with powerful, deep strokes while David fucked her ass in counterpoint. The feeling of both cocks moving inside her, separated only by a thin wall, drove Elena wild. She rocked back to meet every thrust, her full breasts swinging heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the table with each jolt.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded. He reached down and slowly unclipped the lace garter, sliding the delicate straps down her legs with deliberate care, leaving her in nothing but the sheer stockings and one remaining heel. His gaze dragged over every inch of her—red handprints on her hips, bite marks on her neck, the way her pussy still fluttered and leaked. Without warning, his large palm came down in a sharp, wet slap directly against her soaked pussy. Hazel jolted hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the sting bloomed into white-hot pleasure.

—now it was Elena’s turn to be the object of their lust. “You’re so good at that, Marcus,” Elena moaned, her voice thick with lust. “Make me come again, please—I need it so badly!” Marcus’s eyes gleamed with determination as he redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around her clit, flicking and stroking it mercilessly. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension in her body coiling tighter with each passing second. The room was alive with the sound of wet kisses and the smack of skin on skin.

Connor continued lapping at her pussy as she gushed more slick for them. "Get her pussy nice and ready for me, brother," Callum groaned, tugging at her nipples with his teeth. "Bite me, lick me everywhere..." Ebony moaned and panted before coming on Connor's face. "Fuck," Hazel muttered as she watched them. The sight of Ebony squirming and sighing made her clit tingle. She felt tempted to open the mindlink to Simon and tell him what she was up to. 'Would he be mad? Nah, he wouldn't care.' She told herself before trailing her hand between her legs.

Summoning her courage, she reached out and touched his heart. "What you're talking about is not love, but lust," she asserted, a single tear tracing a path down her face. He roughly slapped her hand away, his silence speaking volumes. She couldn't help but smile bitterly at the sight of her own helplessness. Evan turned away, retreating to the window, while Aubrey remained seated on the bed, her feet grazing the cold floor. She stared at his back, her gaze fixated on his figure illuminated by the moon's gentle glow.