The Lust の小説・ストーリー

"You know, babe, Lust is the youngest of the Seven Sins, and, despite his codename... That one is innocent and frequently hides from the world. When I first met him, he was extremely irritated with everyone, especially women. It's a good thing he's adjusted now, but he's still not over his hatred of women." "Why, what happened to him?" She's curious, if her boss is a woman hater, isn't that why he acted like that when they first met? “I didn’t know the whole story. But when Lust was younger, perhaps 14 or 15, his stepmother harassed him. She forced him to sleep with her. ” She gasped at the discovery. "According to Lust, their mother married their father for money. After obtaining everything

Is this the feeling they called LUST?

Brutally. I want to do so much more to her mouth than make it water. Fuck. What is this? This Lust. This Hate. This Contempt. All of it simmering deep. Could it be….? Obsession.

Beyond the storm in his eyes, I saw it—lust. Lust for me. I was the center of his mad game. His prize. The one he wanted to conquer. “Oh, fuck. Not only are you dependent on me,” he growled, “you’re just one lust-struck motherfucker.” No. No. No. He felt it. His hips rolled, his hardness brushing mine, sealing his words as fact. Maybe he should just squeeze harder and finish me off. Send me to the Lord—or the devil. His laugh was low, dark, vibrating through the chest crushing mine.

“No, not love, definitely and certainly not love.” It cannot be love, what I feel for her is much more genuine, much more real, and a lot better, nobody got hurt, nobody loses when lust was concerned. “Okay, Mr. Definitely and certainly not love. If you are so sure that she wouldn’t want to sleep with you, you have to stop making yourself feel this intensely about her.” I mull over his words, and he is right, it was getting nowhere, and I am at the short end of the stick, for no reason.

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.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

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.