Uncontrollable Lust の小説・ストーリー

" 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

I am infinitely fucking patient. Bloodlust, and its cousin, uncontrollable sexual frenzy, are a problem for young werewolves in my community. Mix hormones with animalistic desires and needs and things explode. But I’ve never forced myself on a girl. Not even when I could smell her desire as she denied me. I don’t know how well I’m going to be able to keep myself in check with Billie Black. If I smell her desire for me, will I be able to control myself, when I know fate has tied us together and our coming together is inevitable anyway?

We did the deed to the fullest of our desire after all, unlike her, I am still fine, currently leaning against my desk and sipping on a water bottle. To me, this amount of sex, now is barely able to keep my lust at bay, The Curse that I have that is permanently irremovable is really taking hold of my body. Once I arouse, it would take me a lot to hold back, and when I acted on that desire, it would take me a lot of sex to finally able to calmed down. It was a dangerous conditions, but up until now, and I believed in myself, that I can still hold back my lust if I wanted to, if I don’t act on the desires, my defense if quite high. I am not new to self restraint, if not, I would already steal

The forbidden nature of it, the absolute betrayal, makes my brain want to explode with dopamine. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and whispers seductively, "I am not going to stop until I am done destroying this pussy. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else." Oh my God. Fuck. The words shatter me. My juices are still coating him, making the penetration obscenely smooth. But the thoughts come rushing back, fueled by the taboo. " oh Selene, what the fuck are you doing?" My wolf tries to surface again, desperate. "This is your sister’s husband!" Lisa whispers, her voice weak against the roaring tide of lust. She tries to be the rational one, the moral compass correcting the

“—No, no, you listen, bro. I know how much you love the feeling of your girl’s flesh, clenching around that cock of yours…that powerful feeling of filling her and moving inside her tight hole; that intense feeling of dominance as you listen to her cry and beg for you; that extreme and violently overwhelming whirlwind of emotions streaming in every single vein in your body never really leaves you even after you’re done screwing her, bro. And once you reached the peak, you just want to go for it again, and you should, we all should. Why should we restrain ourselves? Why should we control our desires when we know for certain that it’d only make us fucking lose our mind until we let it go? It’s

“Tell me, how exactly are you planning to twist the Queen of Hell around your little finger?” I stepped closer to him, the air between us tightening like a stretched cord. I didn’t need to touch him—my presence alone, the confidence in my steps, said everything I wanted him to hear. “Lust,” I said slowly, almost like a whisper, letting the word roll off my tongue like silk. “It’s also one of the most powerful emotions a being can feel. It breaks logic, blurs lines, and crumbles the strongest walls.” “It drives people mad—makes them do things they never imagined.” I paused, watching his eyes darken. “We’ll spread lust to people's minds so they would be forced not to see their fears if Morpheu

I said to her in a strangled, muffled voice. I hated myself right there for how much I wanted her. My wolf was restless, but I could control it. Only around a Luna, he became uncontrollable, but what I was feeling was lust. Lust might be fun, but it's pointless without love. It consumed one inwardly and leaves only ashes, then a breeze carries them to unrecoverable places.. What was the purpose? I asked my sinful conscience again.

He felt the thin threads of rational thought slip through his grasp, as he surrendered entirely to the arms of his lustful desires. The sight of her being vulnerable and nervous ignited a flame of his passion, and her attempt at trying to push him off her only seemed to fan the flames of his passion, pushing him over the edge. Like a bursting dam, the floodgates of his control crumbled, unleashing a current of wild lust, leaving him utterly defenseless against the seductive temptation before him.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.