Uncontrollable Lust Novels & Stories

It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands. Just as I was about to check out, a sudden pop-up ad caught my attention. It was an advertisement for an ability called "Lust Demon." The description was enticing: "Make any woman surrender to you completely if you ejaculate inside her. This ability ignores all previous rules. Whether the woman has a weak or strong will, she will be yours after just one encounter."

If it was just lust. Lust I could manage, lust I could quench in other ways, but the sensations rising in my heart? Those desired just one release and they spun rapidly out of control. “Andronika…” He seized hold of my arms, lips opening as though he would protest, but found himself without an argument.

“Jenny, I can’t help the way I feel about you. I can resist it, but I can’t turn it off.” “But you are forcing yourself on me,” she said angrily. “Every time I sense your lust for me, it floods me with desire. It’s like a drug that takes away my self-control. If a guy slipped something into my drink that made me want to fuck him, what would you call that?” I knew what I would call that, and what she was calling me, and I wasn’t having it.

he joked, like he could put a price tag on my mate. "Oh, shut it! He's mine!" Lilith screamed, her voice heavy coated with seduction that exchanted the others. I was immune to her powers. Lust was king to Seduction. By all means, I should be stronger than all of them combined. Everyone indulged in lust one way or the other, but being a stupid, worthless half-blood! I could never truly give myself to it. It never failed to remind me I could be so much more, but there was always a catch. A half breed operating on full transformation and full power was a quick way to lose control. Lust was stronger, deadlier and harder to control.

“I do plan to use this for my benefit, however.” “How so?” “A surrogacy contract. She’s going to provide me an heir.” “Tread lightly,” Aron said, shaking his head. “Lust is an emotion that has no discernment. You can hate someone and desire them with the same intensity as someone you love, though lust through love is its own beast. It will leave you physically at that person's will. Your body is telling you that you feel something. What that is, I’m not sure, but whatever it is, you may want to figure it out before it consumes you.”

Yet, my conscience obstinately refused to let us be bound in holy matrimony. As he penetrated me completely, he paused, allowing me to adjust and feel his presence. In that moment, I witnessed his battle for control, taming the beast within to ensure my safety. His eyes, resembling cold metal, widened with a surge of darkness. From their depths, a monstrous force emerged. Emitting a primal growl, he thrust deeper, causing me to cry out in both pleasure and pain, contorting my body in response to his untamed rhythm.

He just told her and like he expected she nodded in compliance. Now he had to think about what she just asked him, he had to ask himself that question she asked. Ben Larkson was not generally a fan of relationships, he didn't see the need for people to be in love. He wondered what made people believe in love, love was impossible from his point of view. Love was just another word; a synonym to describe lust. He didn't believe in marriages, he didn't believe in love, but as much as he didn't believe in those things, he knew they were just his own beliefs and people were free to believe whatever they wanted to.

Conan is now trying to provoke me this time. "Lust differs from Love, Mr. Evans. Though I have to remind you, you are not supposed to interfere with this issue." I reminded him to put himself back to where he is and that's just being Amaya's friend. He's starting to get on my nerves. My mind is starting to light up burning fires waiting to get a chance to punch him. "What if I want to?" He replied confidently. "What's your reason then?" Flynn asked for an acceptable reply. "I like her. And I'm going to start pursuing her. Besides, none of us here had a good start with her anyway. A decent one, I mean."

The hunger was not merely physical; it was a weariness turned inward, a relentless ache that wanted filling. I caught myself wondering how much damage a few days of surrender might cause, and the thought made my stomach twist with disgust. I hated myself for it. I had seen what indulgence did. It had driven Julian into obsession, stripped him of what little restraint he possessed, and it had nearly pushed Rowan to abandon centuries of control, to lose himself to instincts he had fought for years. One slip, one moment of weakness, and everything I touched unravelled.

I whispered, lazily stroking her through the panties. “Yes… please, right there,” she gasped, reaching for my wrist, but I pulled it away. I would never fuck a woman who isn’t sober. Not even when she’s my enemy’s daughter. “That’s the drug, Emilia. I’ll be glad to fuck you when you’re wide awake .” I said, walking away and ignoring her whines. “Fuck,” I hissed, my control snapping the moment I shut my bedroom door. I reached into my pants and pulled out my cock.