Licking Nipples

Adam was just your average internet troll—armed with sarcasm, zero filter, and way too much free time. His favorite pastime? Ragebaiting obsessive novel fans in group chats, especially the ones who worshipped "Eclipsed Devourer," a hit fantasy romance novel. He hated rhe ending about it. —The characters? Too well-written. —The plot? Surprisingly deep. —The ending? Absolute trash fire. But the final straw The cult-like fandom simping over "Lady Seraphina Blackthorn," the cold, powerful villainess with killer looks, dominatrix vibes, and thighs that could crush a man’s ego. Disgusted by their obsession, Adam swore: “I’d rather die than kneel or lick a woman’s boot like you degenerates!” The chat exploded with replies. He laughed so hard, he spilled his glass of water... ...right onto an exposed electrical wire. Zap. Now, Adam wakes up not in a hospital—but in the novel he despises. Worse There’s a steel collar around his neck

*Who would have thought a precious, legitimate princess was forced to secretly marry a predator in the middle of the night when the silver moon shone brightly in the middle of the starry sky? Warning: Epic fantasy ROMANCE+++ If you want to know how the animosity between vampires and werewolves had truly started, this is mandatory to read this story. The FMC is a beast tamer. The MMC is the Lord of Shadow. __ The night the prince arrived to claim her, Reneira braced herself for the inevitable circumstances. However, nothing could have prepared her for the truth that this wasn’t just a marriage. She was just a pawn to win yet another war, a cord to fasten an alliance. Her new husband was a sweet torment, an immortal, god-like bully disguised in an impossibly beautiful human form with no rival. His every gaze felt like a punishment, and his sinful aura tempted her in ways she never expected. This god of lust refused to touch her or accept her as his true wife. Believing that her dignity was lost forever, she resigned herself to her fate, hoping to make a home in the hell she’d been thrown into. But fate, as it often did play, had other plans. ~*~ “Don’t even think about seducing me by licking your lips like that, doe-eye!” He breathed in her ear as he joined her in bed, shirtless, his muscular abdomen rippling with each movement. “I… I’m not doing it on purpose!” she stammered, her breath catching in her chest when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body against him. His mouth hovered near her temple, his lips grazing her ear shell. “I’m going to make you forget what happened today. My body is yours as compensation, wife.” ~*~ Volume one: House of Poison and Bone. Completed Volume Two: House of Fire and Wings. Ongoing... Volume three: House of Beasts and Ruins. Coming this Summer... Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Epic, The Devil's Son, The Prince of Hell, the lord of Shadow,

Ding~ [A message has been sent by the Gods] [Welcome chosen one to the World of Milfs for your trial to attain Godhood. Fulfill the Gods requests and obtain their approval to join us and become a God] [Fail your given request and meet your demise] Ding~ [A request has been sent by the Gods] [The God of Storms Synthia sends a request: Grope your adopted mother's buttocks till you leave marks on her ass] [The God of Music Calliope sends a request: Make your Aunt moan so loud that your neighbours can hear her sweet voice] [The God of Health Fiona sends a request: Lick of the curry that spilled on your neighbour's chest, while her husband watches tv in the room next door] [The God of Stars Noella sends a request: Blackmail your classmate's mother into sucking you off in her son's room] [The God of Wisdom Seraphina sends a request: Drink all the office lady's breast milk straight from the source, that was supposed to be for her baby] I see....So I basically have to do a bunch of naughty and perverted stuff that the Gods want to see me do with a whole lot of smoking hot milfs, for a chance to become God and save my life. What else can I say other then... WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP JOKE IS THIS?!?! Want to know how this all came to be? Then follow our protagonist and his journey to become God by making his own Milf Harem (Warning: This novel is made by a Degenerate for Degenerates, so if you aren't into kinky stuff and prefer vanilla, then this novel isn't for you) •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No blood related Incest - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - Hardcore Inseki - A lot of Netori and Stealing - Harem - Slice of Life Romance - No unnecessary Drama - A lot of fleshed out +18 scenes - Finally a very competent protagonist] [This novel is focused on Older Women and Milfs, so don't expect any younger girls unless there's a Oyakodon] [And finally I want all the interactions to feel natural and I want the readers to be invested in the characters, so the story will be fleshed out and not rushed in any way] discord.gg/9hKEN3duBw

** CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT** If you have a story suggestion, share it with me. https://discord.gg/Fr8DtEYm --- [Collection of short stories] New Chapters 8:00 pm (GMT+8) @daily --- With every full moon, a chilling mystery appears in the most unlikely places: deep within magical forests, between cyberpunk skyscrapers, in haunted taverns, or even beneath the ocean waves, the magical ice cream parlor Gelato del Peccato shows up and vanishes without a trace. Behind the counter stands the charming and mischievous Witch Zafira Blu, a master at blending secret desires with irresistible flavors. With a sly smile and eyes that seem to see right through anyone (body and soul), Zafira crafts magical ice creams capable of turning any fantasy into reality, or into deliciously sensual mishaps. At Gelato del Peccato, humans, mermaids, vampires, werewolves, androids, fairies, and creatures from every world gather, never knowing if they’ll leave laughing, blushing, in love… or just with trembling knees. Between teasing licks, unexpected encounters, and hilarious situations, each scoop of ice cream holds a different enchantment, and no one leaves the parlor without giving in to pleasure, laughter, and self-discovery. In every tale, whether it’s a quick one-shot or a ten-chapter adventure, Zafira Blu guides customers (and readers!) through bold, romantic, magical, and delightfully humorous experiences, showing that in the universe of Ice Cream: Tales to Savor, desire is just the beginning of the fun.

Betrayed by his beloved queen. Stabbed by the very men he raised to power. King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest. Fate’s twisted joke? He’s reborn—in chains. Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle. Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns. His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage. And the wife? Let’s just say... she deserves better. Much better. Just when he thought a future of licking boots and scrubbing chamber pots— [DING! You have awakened the Domination System.] Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life. “I—wait, what?” [New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.] [Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice] [Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.] He grins through the pain, eyes burning with ambition. They thought they broke him? They just gave him a reason to rise. Power. Revenge. Pleasure. He’ll take it all. ------------------ Note- No ntr, no yuri. Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated. And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, it's just one of it's features...

--WSA Entry-- {Your support and gifts can help me get a contract faster!} --- Betrayed. Killed. Thrown into the depths of an S-rank dungeon. Lucas is a young man who wakes up in the body of a background character in a novel he himself almost forgot. He awakens in the body of an ‘extra’ named Dyren Valenhardt who was discarded and supposed to be killed. Lucas transmigrated into a world where heroes shine brightly, monsters destroy cities, and villains seek to conquer the world. Cruelty, death, and deceit are allowed. A world like hell, peace is just a dream. “Do you want to become a hero?” Dyren rejects that foolish offer. He is not someone with a pure soul filled with kindness. He just wants to live and return to his original world. Unaware that he possesses an extraordinary power. Invincible and becoming the Final Boss that the world must destroy. Lucas is an anomaly that must be eliminated! The world slowly pushes him to become the only human hated by all sides, including the heroes. Living in a hell of hatred is not terrifying for Dyren. “I will destroy you and make you lick my feet,” he says to that world.

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions—especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension—lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings—spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you—" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced—raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned—and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

''I Hate you with every living bone that grows within me, I would rather die than have anything to do with you again, I have had it up to my soul, just let me go I beg of you let me go. Do you hear me I HATE YOU'' Salen looked straight into his eyes, you could feel the hatred pouring in from his soul. ''You won't dear defile me, you won't. I own you; I am the only one that can destroy you i am sure you are aware of that''. '' you are shameless'' RAPHAEL licked the corner of his neck, Salen felt disgusted he wanted to throw up right Infront him, but he could not bring himself to do it. ''I can destroy you again and again, you are going to keep on begging me for mercy like the miserable soul you are'. Salen always thought in this miserable world, there would be souls, kind souls but he found out the life of the rich and royals are not what someone should ever dream of, they are horrible people, he can't stand the and now he was married to one. Hate that was the only thing Salen knew right now, he needed to escape from this psychopathic prince that he called husband. Another day with him he will suffocate to death ''Just kill me, since that's all you are good for'' Salen looked straight into his eye's, he felt that if he kept on asking for death it will be given to him A thundering slap was heard across the room, Salen felt that his face was about to be torn to pieces by the person he calls a husband, to him this was nothing compared to what he had suffered through the years ''Enough I have had it enough with you, you think I dare not do anything to you''. He smirked '' what if I just cut this tongue of yours and continue to do whatever I please with you huh............

Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron. But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he'd see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion. Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch. But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. With the panel's help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

Her mother, a Spellblade, her father a Talismartist. So why did she have to be a Warrior? When she was a child, Astrid heard stories about how her mother served on the walls of Humanity’s Bulwark to protecting their country from their inhuman enemies on every side. With terrifying stories about their many foes, she quickly decided to become a delver in the Dungeon. There, she could gain enough levels and experience to serve as one of humanity’s elites, to protect her borders and countrymen. To do that, she’d need a party, and she had a plan. That plan didn’t work out, and now, she’s all alone, trying to become a delver without her planned allies or family. With just her Skills and armor, she’s going to show the world that, even if she doesn't have a lick of magic, Astrid Warrior will be a force to be reckoned with. -A nonmagical MC who’s confronting the Dungeon and her enemies with the strength of her arms. -Reliance on a couple strong Skills. -Lots of action. -Monsters and enemies to slay! -Slowly building a core party to delve with. -Updating daily for the first month.

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.

"Ahhh dad " Bella tried her best to keep her voice low but her father in-law has other plans. "Say that you want me inside you" Nick asked as he sucked those hard nipples alternately. Bella, a simple girl who faced a cruel betrayal from her husband after one year of their marriage found her comfort in the arms of her father in-law , Who Always feel attracted to her since the first time he met her.

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!

The first time they meet, he arrests her under suspicions that she's involved in a murder case. He's so handsome that she, as the head of an entertainment company, is determined to recruit him into her company, train him to be a star, and make him her cash cow! But he is neither short of money nor fame and refuses her. So she decides—to make him her boyfriend first. "I'm 5'4" tall. Do you think I need to tiptoe to kiss you?" She smiles brightly, ogling at him. The man gives her a deadpan glance. "Are you daydreaming?" She licks her lips and smiles. "Yes, I'm dreaming about having sex with you." "......!!!" A few months later, Song Yi finally loses her patience and asks, "Do you like me or not? I've been chasing you for so long!" Tang Si smiles and whispers to her, "Miss Song, this can only prove that you're not attractive enough." Annoyed, Song Yi is about to retort only to hear his husky and sultry voice. "Let me teach you—how to attract a man." Her mind goes blank! At first, she imagines Tang Si to be a mature and reliable man, but it turns out that he's actually lazy, naughty, and damn good at seducing women! … "What would you do if you hadn't chosen to be a policeman?" "Be a star." The man cracks a smile. "Become CEO Song's… cash cow." Everyone is shocked. "How dare this woman poach someone from our police force?"

The demon’s roar was a monstrous sound, shaking the rain-soaked streets like an earthquake. Its form twisted and writhing, a grotesque fusion of jagged horns, sinewy muscles, and eyes that burned with ancient hatred. It moved with terrifying speed despite its size, each step cracking the ground beneath like thunderclaps. Kaito felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as the air around him thickened, charged with his wind magic. His grip tightened on his sword, the blade shimmering as swirling gusts danced along its edge. The air whispered to him, bending to his will. “Stay close!” he barked to the others, eyes locking on the demon’s glowing core. That’s the weak spot, he thought. If we hit it, maybe we can end this quickly. Ren laughed—a manic, fierce sound that echoed over the storm. “End it quickly? Where’s the fun in that? Let me add a little fireworks to the party.” His pistols flared, flames licking out like twin dragons unleashed. Haru’s pale eyes flickered as he calculated the demon’s patterns. “Its movements are irregular—unstable. But it’s anticipating our attacks.” He stepped forward, hands weaving through the air, as if pulling invisible strings. “We’ll need to synchronize our strikes.” Daiki’s deep voice rumbled like the earth itself. “Then let’s bring the mountain down on it.” He slammed his fists to the ground, and the earth trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the cobblestones, rocks levitating with slow, deliberate power around his knuckles.

Heaven, contrary to her name is a walking hell, she was born to cause trouble along with her friends. But what happens when a little stunt pulled by her starts a full-fledged war with Leo,a.k.a cold stoned genius and unfortunately her sworn before born enemy. What happens when things spark between them and let's not forget the troubles the future has stored for them. Let's join them in the journey of friendship,chaos, romance and action. ************************************************** Don't say it heaven, don't say it. " Hey tinker bell " Shit me and my fucking  mouth. And here we go. If looks could kill i would be seven feet under the ground along with Dumbledore. What? Girl gotta have some company. " I will fucking kill you if you call me that again " Leo barked furiously. " The pixie dust you are leaving behind your trail is a justifying reason for that name" I said. He angrily stride towards me and caged me between the wall and him. I tried to duck from his arms but my said attempt was a pathetic one as he again blocked me successfully. " I dare you to say that again "He whispered dangerously. I looked for help but find none. I will have to use plan B. " Leo you are a good person. You are the best of all. You won't like to get blood on your hands right?" I pleaded with my eyes. " Actually no, getting your blood on my hands will be greatly enjoyed by me and i would be doing a favor to the world by killing you ". He remarked. Then let's go fo plan C. " Sorry for not being sorry tinker bell ". I said with an evil look and lifted my leg to kick his baby making system right on the point but he suddenly stopped my leg with one of his hand so I did second best thing to inflict pain on human species. I gripped both of his nipple and twisted them as my life depended on it  'cause duh my life really depended on it. And when he left me to tend to his bruised nipple while screeching like a hyena I made a beeline to the safety of my Classroom.

Born into a legacy of fearsome power, Eliza aka Yun ting was the daughter of a woman who once made entire nations tremble. But inheriting greatness is no fairytale. When her mother dies under mysterious circumstances, Eliza inherits the legendary Virelle family’s legacy with nothing but soft, uncalloused hands used to luxury and privilege. Unprepared and overwhelmed, she stumbles on her path to uncover the truth behind her mother’s death and take control of the family's empire. Labeled unworthy and cast aside, Eliza is stripped of her wealth and status, given just three years to reclaim her birthright. Thrown into a brutal world where betrayal festers and power reigns supreme, she becomes a beggar in a land where the poor lick the shoes of the rich. Surviving on grit and shattered pride, Eliza must claw her way back through a treacherous landscape of lies, violence, and corruption. One infamous mistake earns her the mocking title of “The Sexy Stabber”—a name whispered in fear and scandal, branding her a dangerously seductive killer.

"You're not a boy." The words were a growl, a couple of steps behind me. I froze, heartbeat slamming against my ribs. Running was off no use, I'd seen what he did in the Arena to four oppositions at once, I was no match. I could use the darkness as an aid... But... "And you're not walking out of here this time without telling me your real name and what you're doing close to the barracks." Could he see in the dark? I turned then—meeting those hungry eyes licking up my silhouette and did the only thing I could. Lie. "I don’t have one." *** After her mother’s death, Kai was hidden away by her father—forced to suppress her omega nature in a world that sees her as nothing more than a breeder and less. But when a bitter ex-boyfriend exposes her secret, she’s done playing by Pack’s rules. In a reckless act of defiance, she does the unthinkable: she sneaks into the Trials of Dominion, a brutal proving ground where the empire’s deadliest warriors are made. Disguised as a boy named Aeron, she becomes a cannon fodder in a legion of battle-hungry Alphas and feral Betas. Yet Kai is determined to prove she’s more than just an omega. With the help of an unconventional crew who tolerate her in exchange for financial favors, she fights to survive. But fate has other plans. The Trial’s top contenders—three ruthless brothers, the last Lycans of the empire—have caught her scent. Now, they’re hunting her, and not even a forbidden bond can stop them. As her disguise crumbles, Kai must decide: fight to keep her freedom… or surrender to the predators who’ve marked her as theirs.

Nora is shattered a month before her wedding when she uncovers her fiancé's deceitful affair. As she manages this betrayal, she discovers a deep ploy to hinder her from claiming her rightful inheritance. Devastated but determined, Nora takes a daring step to regain control of her life. Enter Demetri 'The Demon' to those who know him, a formidable man barely known to her, who offers her protection and support in return for a contract marriage to satisfy him. In a twist of fate, Nora marries Demetri to claim her inheritance and fight those who plotted against her. But as she battles her own family and Demetri's many rivals, will she be able to keep from falling for the man known to crush people beneath his booted heel. Excerpt: She had forgotten that the man was intimidating and directly challenged him. Rather than speaking, Demetri rose from his seat and approached her deliberately. Although it was a mere few steps, time seemed to stretch for Nora. When he was almost within touching distance, his hand gently landed on her knee, moving it sideways. His touch moved with a hint of a caress, and he stepped between her open legs. Nora sat there in frozen silence, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Catching her chin between his fingers, he tilted her face upwards and spoke unhurriedly," You are my wife." She nodded her head slowly in affirmation while his thumb slowly traced her lip. "I have given you time to gather your emotions." Another nod. Nora's nervousness made her lick her lips, acutely aware of his intense gaze fixed upon them. "Your reason for the marriage was to secure your inheritance and get away from under your mother's thumb." "Yes..." Nora whispered in confusion. Her confusion was not about his statement but about the bewildering sensations coursing through her. What was happening with her? "It's time for you to fulfil your end of the contract, yes?" He continued. "Yes," Nora whispered breathlessly. Why was she breathless? Had the oxygen level in the house dropped? Was the air suddenly thinning? Abruptly, his hand left her face, and she watched as he drew closer. It was then that Nora comprehended what was unfolding. All those tantalizing, heart-pounding kisses she had read about in novels were about to possibly become her reality. But the anticipated kiss didn't happen. Instead, he paused near her and commanded, "Kiss me."

Maya a beautiful loving girl who got separated from her mother and got abandoned by her father to live with her grandpa. She finally got to reunite with her mother who was now married to one of the richest man in Country A. There she met her stepfather’s Godsons. Will she be able to resist the attraction she had towards the eldest and reject his advances? Maya felt a strong muscular arm encircle her waist. She gasped, her eyes widened with surprise “ What are you doing”? The man buried his head in the crook of her neck and gently blew air in her ears. Maya shuddered and bit her lips. “ Marking what’s mine” he said and sucked on her neck. Biting and licking at the same time.

[Warning: This book contains Strong Language and Mature Content] On her eighteenth birthday, Ravenna felt the weight of exile as she was outlawed from her home because she could not shift to a werewolf, a mark of shame in their world that revered power. Away from all the ridicules and hate, she had at least a more peaceful life, until a beautiful storm knocked at her door. Deceived by its enchanting waves, Ravenna welcomed it with open arms until she was swept away into the deepest depth of the ocean of love. Being a daughter of an alpha, that was not supposed to happen even if she was not living in the pack anymore. Falling in love with the king of darkness. Alaric! He is the epitome of danger. But then, she turned his life upside down. From a heartless man to an obsessive lover. All he wished was to keep her with him. Even if it meant chaining her to himself. Whether what he felt was infatuation, desire or... he just would never ever let her go. Let no man or beast separate him from what he had claimed and marked; else they would face his unceasing wrath. **************** "Am of no use to you, why do you still insist on keeping me?" She just wanted to hear him say it. That he loved her as much as she did. She was becoming more desperate as days went by, maybe more than desperate to the extent of destroying herself in this love. Alaric paused and kept his laptop aside. He held her hand and brought her in front of him before pulling her to his lap. Silently, he sniffed her neck and licked it, then replied, "Because I want to." He continued his actions, and his hands were already moving under her dress caressing her thighs. Ravenna took a deep breath trying to stop herself from diving into pleasure as always. "Will you ever say it?" Her voice came out as a low yearning plead and with his advanced hearing ability, Alaric did not miss a word. "Say what?" His hand reached her pant ready to tear it apart. "That you love me." Her words made him pause abruptly before looking at her. As usual, his eyes were blank with no hint of emotions making Ravenna feel like she was just fooling herself. For how long could she endure this? "Do I?" He asked not tearing his gaze away from her eyes that were already tearing up.

Announcement: For those unaware, a dog licker is a term used in China to describe a man that does whatever they can to impress the girl they like. Sometimes even to the detriment of their own families.

>This is a GL XIANXIA NOVEL WITH QUICK TRANSMIGRATION. >No misunderstandings , Relatively fast paced romance, No other love interests. >There will be quite a few GL & BL side couples. >This is the story of our two protagonists Mo Yuxin (MC) and Su Yubing(FL) who are bound by a Bond so strong that it transcends reality itself. They are each other's one and only soulmate, their love knows no bound. This is story of their journey to cultivating immortality in a world that is unfair to women , in a world that is wholly dominated by men, where strength is all that matters. Without strength , you don't even get a chance to live peacefully. Our mc Mo Yuxin gets a legendary inheritance from a primordial god who is also one of the oldest gods to live till date and the only one in all of multiverse. This god and her already deceased soulmate decided to leave their inheritance to their only descendant to whom the god's soulmate left a piece of their soul. Watch as how their journey brings about unprecedented changes to the whole world and the multiverse and their sweet and steamy love which will make your tooth ache from sweetness. .. .. Mo Yuxin:- Are you exhausted, baby? Su Yubing:- *glares threateningly* It's all your fault. Mo Yuxin:- what do I do? You're just too delicious ~~ *licking her lips* Su Yubing:- Shameless! *a blushing mess* THIS IS MY VERY OWN WORK.

WARNING: Mature Content. Winner of WPC #197 (Silver) The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?" I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine. "I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you." He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night. "Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. "Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant. I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. "Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control. He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists. "Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head. He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck. "Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. "You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile. "I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

“Ah… yes, I can hear it”. He said his velvet voice a lustful whisper . “H-hear what?”. She asked her voice a whisper plea. “Your body language. It speaks to me”. He said as he licked his middle finger.. she realized what he was about to do. “No no no don’t, it wasn’t part of the deal”. She said, Meet Axel, a ruthless mafia boss who rules with an iron fist. He has it all: power, wealth, and women at his beck and call. But there's one thing he lacks: love. That is, until he meets Sophia Grace, the daughter of a gambler who owes him a debt by putting his daughter as collateral.. When her father fails to pay up, Axel comes to collect his prize: Sophia herself. To save her father's life from ending at the hands of Axel, she had to go with him. Sophia is forced to become Axel's "pet," his plaything, and his sex doll. But as she spends more time with him, she begins to influence him in ways he never thought possible. Will Axel fall for Sophia's charms? What dangers will Sophia face in Axel's world? Can Sophia overcome her hatred for Axel and develop feelings for him? Dive into the steamy romance and find out!

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

"You ... What are you?" Lucas asked, staggering back as Devon approached with slow yet heavy steps. He glanced back to see where he was going but it was dark. So dark that he could stumble on anything but he wanted to get away. This man, who was walking towards him with glowing red eyes and masking his evil intentions with a smile, was extremely dangerous. "What do you think, Lucas?" Devon asked and raised his hand, licking the red liquid that was dripping from his soaked fingers and dripping hand. "What do you think I am?" Lucas's pupils dilated, shaking from fear. This man... He was not the man he knew. He was a demon. ****** Lucas was an ordinary guy who just wanted to get a side job to assist himself in college. By the end of summer break, he hoped to earn a lot, but his plans were ruined when he got entangled with his boss. He fell for him, confessed and they started a relationship. But this relationship started getting shaky when secrets were sown in Devon's every action. The Cafe... What was it built on? Lucas wondered. Then one day, he walked down towards the basement, and there, he found countless creatures of the night, bloodsucking vampires, and a very secretive blood market where Devon, the Vampire Lord, traded human blood for a good price. And it didn't end there. Just finding out about something like this and getting caught, Lucas expected his life to end, even if it was at the hands of his lover, but he didn't die. More like, he wasn't killed. Rather... Devon spared him and showed him all the dangers of the dark. So, he warned him... Never go out with a creature of the dark, else... They will corrupt you. But Lucas feels like the only creature who can actually corrupt him is this lover of his, his boss, who wouldn't take his eyes off his neck each time they were together. What would become the fate of these two whose lives have actually been entangled a long time ago? What was the secret Devon was keeping all by himself? A secret about Lucas. Just what kind of secret could Devon, a Vampire Lord, be keeping about Lucas who was just an ordinary human with an enticing blood scent?

“What's done is done! Let's just forget it!” He said and acted nonchalantly, even though he was cowering in fear because something was telling him that the stranger in front of him didn't intend to let go. The man's frown increases and Hayden swears that the temperature in the room increases multiple times. After winning over his heart and stealing his first, this boy wanted to avoid responsibility, which made Zenos annoyed. “You want to run away from me?” He asked in annoyance, and suddenly Hayden found himself under the man without even knowing how. “I'm just…” Hayden wasn't able to finish his words before he was domineeringly kissed by the stranger. Zenos used his left hand to pin Hayden's hand on top of Hayden's head effortlessly. Hayden tried to struggle and blocked the stranger's tongue from dominating his mouth by pressing his lips against each other stubbornly, but the man unexpectedly bit Hayden's bottom lips, making Hayden yelp in pain. The man used that chance to clean all the taste of strawberries in Hayden's mouth, while his right hand continued to stroke Hayden's body wantonly. When Hayden was starting to go dizzy due to shortness of breath, he was released by the man's assault. He breathed in and out rapidly and thanked heaven for the chance to live again. “You can't run away from me… You are mine” Zenos growled into Hayden's neck possessively. Hayden felt a shiver run through his spine after hearing the stranger's words. His breath hitched as the man licked his earlobe and kissed his neck with extreme familiarity, domineeringly. “Mine,” the stranger proclaimed again. The stranger gave a low curse word and rolled off Hayden's shivering sensitive body, “I'll spare you because you're still in pain. You won't be as lucky next time” he said and lifted Hayden's chin to peck him one more time while Hayden stared dumbfounded. Cover isn't mine, found online My new bl novel is out: The Journey Of Chasing After The Transmigrated Straight Shou

Synopsis: A war-torn kingdom. A prophecy lost to time. A fate neither of them can escape. Zyra Valeris was meant to die. Marked at birth by an ancient curse, she was abandoned to the shadows, her existence erased by those who feared what she might become. But fate had other plans. The night the blood moon rises, Zyra’s dormant powers awaken, and with them, a bond she cannot sever—one that ties her to Kieran Duskbane, the ruthless Shadow King. Kieran has ruled the kingdom of Noctis with an iron will, his name whispered in fear. Cursed by the gods and bound to darkness, he swore never to take a mate—until Zyra crashes into his world, a storm of fire and defiance, awakening a primal hunger he cannot control. The prophecy speaks of a queen who will either save or destroy the world. As war brews and old enemies rise, Zyra and Kieran must decide: fight their fate or embrace the connection that could either break them… or make them unstoppable. But fate is cruel, and love has never been more dangerous. ------- Context: Zyra has just awakened her celestial fire for the first time while trying to escape Kieran. But the moment their bond activates, everything changes. ------- Excerpt: The night bled red. Zyra’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands trembling as golden fire licked up her arms. The earth beneath her feet cracked from the force of her awakening magic. She had never felt power like this—searing, endless, alive. But she was not alone. A dark presence loomed behind her, and when she turned, her entire body locked in place. Kieran Duskbane. The Shadow King stood mere feet away, his gaze locked onto her with something between fury and hunger. Midnight tendrils of darkness coiled around him like living smoke, shifting as though eager to swallow her whole. The moment their eyes met, the world shuddered. A force—ancient and inescapable—snapped into place between them. Heat ignited beneath Zyra’s skin, foreign and all-consuming. She staggered, clutching her chest, where an invisible thread now tied her to the man before her. His expression darkened. “No.” His voice was raw, almost furious. “This isn’t possible.” Zyra’s vision blurred as pain lanced through her body, a tidal wave of emotions that were not hers. Rage. Hunger. Longing. Him. “No,” he growled again, as if denying fate itself. But it was too late. The bond had sealed. And in that moment, Zyra knew two undeniable truths: She was bound to the most dangerous man in existence. And no matter how hard she fought… she would never escape him. ---