Fingering Rimming

``` O recém-publicado "Renascimento da Dama Nobre: A Esposa na Casa do Marquês" narra a história de sua vida passada onde sua mãe se casou novamente, e ela se tornou uma simples couve. Enquanto sua irmã recebia carne, ela ficava com o caldo; sua irmã recebia macarrão, ela tinha que se contentar com água; sua irmã era a princesa, e ela era marcada como lixo. Ela estava presa em uma vida totalmente planejada por aquela dupla mãe e filha para ela; sua família, seu marido, tudo reduzido a uma piada miserável. Então um acidente de carro a transformou em uma confusão sangrenta. Ela disse a ele, 'meu dinheiro todo vai para meu pai, meu rim para você, porque você é um bom homem.' Aos trinta e três anos, ela morreu em um acidente de carro, deixando seu rim para um bom homem. Aos três anos, ela renasceu. Nesta vida, diante da manipulação, ela reagiu. Que irmã? Ela sequer tinha uma mãe biológica, de onde ela tiraria uma irmã? E nesta vida, ela não sabia se iria novamente encontrar aquele bom homem... ```

Say it,” Luca whispered against Ayden’s neck, his breath warm. “You want me. Don’t act like you’re above this.” Ayden's breath hitched. “I’m not—” “You are. But right now, you’re mine.” Fingers tangled in Ayden’s silk shirt, dragging it open. His pale skin flushed under moonlight, chest heaving. Luca’s lips brushed down his collarbone, slow, teasing. Ayden grabbed his wrist. “If you’re going to play, play right.” A smirk curled on Luca’s lips. “Then show me your rules.” And Ayden did — on the bed, on the mirror, under the stars.

"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. "Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. "Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," *

Waking up as the third rate villain in a game before realizing none of his ending is good, what will a guy do? "Where is my golden finger?" "Wise Soul?" "System?" "Blessing?" "Fuck, it's one thing not giving me any boost but not giving me any talent is another!" "No cheats? I have money!"

What if you woke up in a world of magic? Alaric, a young man, knew what he wanted: to do nothing, just like on Earth. He was a procrastinator who loved lounging on the couch, scrolling through social media or watching movies and TV shows. That was his life. But when he ended up in a magic academy with teachers pushing him to work hard? That wasn’t for him. Alaric was so lazy and had such poor talent that he got expelled. Few can say they were kicked out of a magic academy in a kingdom desperate for mages. Left alone with no family or money, Alaric wandered the wilderness, struggling to survive. One day, after sleeping for two days straight, something awakened within him. A System. [Arcane Idleness Protocol Activated] [The less you do, the stronger you get] [First Passive] [Idle Infusion: Your total mana increases while you sleep. The more you sleep, the higher your total mana will increase] [Spell Rank: ???] And that was just the beginning of the legend of Alaric, the wizard who never trained yet reached the peak. The mage who built the best magic academy from scratch just to use his disciples to work for him. "I can relax all day while my disciples work for me, what a life!"

Lilac has lived a life of suffering. From being forced to disguise himself as a girl to survive, to being labeled cursed after failing to awaken his heavenly gifts that everyone else could, he is shunned by all. To add salt to his wound, before he turns 18, his father vanishes, and his uncle seizes the throne that should've rightfully been Lilac's as the eldest son. Before Lilac could successfully flee, he is caught and traded to the monsters beyond the kingdom—beasts so feared that no one who sees them returns. But instead of death, Lilac is claimed by Sloan. Born cursed, Sloan is a prince of the Enwulves, an extinct hybrid wolf species. Even though he is a prince, he has lived life as an outcast due to his curse that causes him to forcibly transform every full moon, thus losing his humanity. His life has been mapped out for him, but when he finds Lilac—battered, freezing, and terrified—something shifts. For the first time, his rage stills. It was just a glimpse, a scent, a tiny whimper of fright. And that was it. Humans are meant to be slaves. Enwulves are forbidden from claiming them. Keeping Lilac means war. But Sloan has never followed rules, and Lilac has never belonged—until now. ~~~ | ~~~ “Are you afraid of me, little human?” Sloan husked out, cold lips grazing my bleeding fingers before his lips parted slightly to release hot breath over them. I trembled, rooted in the spot with fright and unable to breathe. Was this a trick question? Of course I’m afraid of him! Everyone is! Who wouldn’t be? Slaves are never supposed to be in his presence, except they suddenly desire a quick demise. Am I supposed to respond honestly or lie? When cold lips closed around my finger, I gasped in shock, a rush of fright and dread engulfing me. He was gonna bite off my finger right now, wasn’t he? Just because my stupid brain couldn’t come up with a response? The rumors said he was a heartless psychopath, but I didn’t think it was actually true! However, a hot tongue swiped over my fingertips and I sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily while my chest expanded and my brain tried to figure out what was happening, and why my fingers weren't bitten off yet— or why I’m still breathing in his presence. Next, cold, long fingers wrapped around my wrist and my hand was being tugged upward, then a nose was digging into my pulse point, and I almost fainted when cold lips dragged over the sensitive skin there. The sound of a deep inhale filled up my ear next. “Fuck. You smell so good.” Oh heavens. This was worse than I thought. Instead of killing me, was he planning to… eat me… literally???! What the fuck? *** R18+! Cover not mine!

Whoever refuses to accept, come fight!

【Hottest Bestseller】【Followed by Thousands】 Medicine, as easy as lifting a finger! Fighting demons, becoming an urban legend! Bai Xiaofan's quote: I'm not singling anyone out, I just want to say... everyone here is trash!!!

Any skill he learned, he mastered with ease, standing at the peak of proficiency! ... He was the honorary president of the World Chefs Federation, renowned as the global Car God. He succeeded Beethoven and Mozart, becoming the greatest composer, pianist, and conductor. He was the underground Car God, Boxing God, Gambling God ... At the same time, he was a financial mogul, a business tycoon, a martial arts champion... An Almighty Genius with a miraculous ability to learn, capable of reaching the peak in any field!!!

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

In the infinite universe composed of planes, the number of planes that had gained fame with their might and traversed millions of years was no more than the fingers on one hand. Among them was the Celestial Plane, inhabited by beings known as the Fatihs. A young Fatih named Ülgen had just graduated from the academy of the Celestial Plane and was about to take his first step towards becoming a true Fatih in the infinite universe. He knew that his journey would be filled with countless dangers, and he was ready!

Amidst the boundless realms of the Ten Continents lie three mysterious islands, home to divine beings rarely seen by mortals. Above the endless blue skies and beneath the infinite underworld—what kind of world could this truly be? This is the tale of a transmigrator who, after thirty long years of hardship, has finally gained the favor of a golden finger and embarked on the path of cultivation in a world of myth and legend.

“One accidental signature, and now the legendary Shadow Queen is living in my house... wearing my T-shirts and refusing to leave! She claims to be cursed with laziness, but why did I just witness her destroy a monster with one finger? And why does she keep looking at me like I’m her next target? Someone help—I’m not ready for this kind of responsibility!”

Ian was an ordinary guy on his way to work when he suddenly found himself in a strange and dangerous world ruled by dark races like vampires, werewolves, and demons. Transmigrated into the body of a lesser vampire, Ian that he must quickly adapt. Just when all hope seems lost, Ian had awakened his cheat golden finger: The Strongest Body Customization System, which allows him to modify and customize his body by consuming biomass. With this golden finger, Ian began his path to power, designing bone claws and other enhancements to give him an edge against the terrifying werewolves and other supernatural threats. But as Ian learns more about the Curtained Imperium and existences of Gods, Aliens, and Outer Gods that can destroy planets. He understood the depth of this world was deeper than he thought. Need to fly? Customize a pair of angel wings! The body is small? Add hundreds meters of height and become bigger than Godzilla! Need a weapon? Customize bone claws and kagune on the spot!

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. "Don't shush m-" I tried to argue. "I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey." ^^^^^^^ They say "A night in Vegas can change your life." Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out. As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger. The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe. How would their life turn out?

When a mysterious massacre wipes out an entire crime family in Lagos, Nigeria, all fingers point to a ghost organization long thought extinct — the Black Fog Syndicate. A cynical, cold ex-investigator turned forensic cleaner, Ikenna Odu, is reluctantly pulled back into the world he abandoned. As alliances shatter, lieutenants turn traitors, and law enforcement is compromised at every level, Ikenna must untangle a decades-old conspiracy before he becomes the next casualty. But there’s a catch: the enemy may already be within his own circle.

What if that red string isn't just a fantasy? What if you can see the strings in your fingers and you can touch and even follow it? I look down at my hands, the very hands I've grown tired of seeing for the past 17 years of my life. The same hands that have never felt another's in a different way I imagined. My thumb. My index finger. My middle finger. My ring finger. And lastly, my left pinky. You are probably sharp enough to have already figured it out. Yes. Except my right pinky finger—every single one of my fingers in my both hands—has a red string tied to it. I would like to say that this is a dream but trust me, you don't want to know how heavy it is. No, I don't mean the weight of the strings. But the burden of having a 9 fated partners.

[You have written the name: Eamon Castlehart] [You have successfully bound with Eamon Castlehart's soul core] [You have successfully gained Eamon Castlehart's new Spell, Whispering Blade] [You have attained instant mastery of the Spell, Whispering Blade]! — Descending from a family of powerful mages, Calem Morgrave had a bright future ahead of him, until an accident shattered his fingers in a manner that no magic could heal. And in a world where magic required your fingers to cast spells, a crippled mage was nothing but trash. Abandoned by his own blood and sold as a slave to an innkeeper, Calem lived a brutal life… until the day he found a strange scroll and a quill. This scroll possessed an undefeatable power: it could bind Calem's soul core to the soul core of other mages, stealing any spell they learn. But even worse—for them, while they try to master the spell, Calem gains instant mastery of it as soon as he claims it. There was only one problem. To bind with other mages, he must first write their names down on the scroll. That was a very difficult task for a boy with broken fingers. But every day, he forced himself to write, letter by painful letter. And once the name was complete, their Spells were his! Now, the Mage Academy and all of his family members watch in horror as the cripple they threw away instantly masters all their Spells that took them months to learn!

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Tai Omega Wales, ex-federation officer and a freelancer on the rim. He comes home from the war discharged from the space federation now he's jobless. He comes back to his home world to discover his family farm gone and people sold into slavery contracts. He decides to drink himself into a early grave until he receives a job offer to pilot a ship so he can make a delivery.

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

Violet Velmont. A girl raised to be a princess is given away by her father to be bred by 5 lustful princes. Violet is determined to change the brothers, and refuses to back down. But the brothers have a long way to go. They're cruel and cold. With each brother having their own very distinct personalities, poor Violet will have her work cut out for her. With countless trials, they will all be tested. The worst part, just as things start getting good for her, her world crashes again and when a problem with wolf shifters arise, and it will cost her the person she loves most. Violet's whole world hangs in the balance. Can love save her? Can love conquer the princes? Or will loss break her? EX: He uses his body to push her towards the water and he rubs her again he presses the front half She was so surprised by how good this felt. How badly she wanted him to bite her. And just as she finished that thought he stuck his hands between her legs again, and then he bit her on the opposite side of Oliver's bite. The bite burned her core undoing her as he played with her clit with his fingers and then sliding them inside her. Holding her body hostage with his fangs and fingers she completely submitted to his whims. He could have what ever he wanted in that moment and she wouldn't complain a bit. Pulling his fingers out of her and sucking her juices off them he says "You really are the best thing I've ever tasted. And now I know why my brothers are struggling not to fuck you and are fighting over you. I don’t think we can wait until the full moon to start breaking you in." The Sequel is out now! "I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha" discord for this book: https://discord.gg/36r6zZhf

A man was reincarnated as one of the top species in the universe.. A God. However it seems that his journey as a “God” has just started as he gets his own golden finger that lets him go to other universes to spread his faith and grow in power. Follow as Michael, Who goes to other universes and becomes the peak power gets famous and everyone begins to call him The Heavenly Emperor, the Unrivaled one throughout the ages!

Do we really have a choice in our lives? Can we defy fate? Or are we nothing more than chess pieces for the goddess of fate? What is the difference between love and obsession? *** As her hands moved along the wall, her fingers brushed against a slight dent. Her eyes snapped open. Leaning in, she blew on the stone surface, only for a cloud of dust to explode in her face. She staggered back, coughing. "Ugh—seriously?" She cracked open one eye, blinking away the dust. Through the faint haze, she spotted something carved into the stone. She squinted, running her fingers over the words. "The god of war asked: 'What force bends neither to strength nor will?'" "The goddess of destiny answered: 'Can fate be controlled or prevented?'" Alexia frowned. "Okay, now that actually sounds like a riddle. But what's the answer?" --- What happens when you become marked by Destiny herself?

“I can feel your heartbeat,” Damien murmured. “You could have chosen to defy me. Yet, here you are.” His fingers traced higher, a teasing and agonizing path. Chloe shivered. Her breath hitched as his hand pressed forward past the barrier of silk. A soft gasp escaped her lips when his fingers found the space between her legs. “So tell me, what do you want?” he whispered against her skin, his strokes slow and teasing, breaking her breaths. Chloe looked down, watching the way his hands moved—possessive, steady, each motion more intoxicating than the last. “I want you,” she said. “I want you.” Damien Cross only had one mission—revenge. Cold, calculating, and merciless, he’s spent years building an empire and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back at the man who betrayed him. Chloe Bennett was never supposed to be part of the plan. But when she walked into his life, she became the perfect pawn… and the one temptation he can’t resist. Now the game has changed. She was meant to be leverage. But now she’s becoming his obsession.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, shadowy shelves of this somber library. However, I regret to inform you that this book is ill. Your fingers should be able to feel the raised, diseased growths on the surface of its cover. The words, written long ago, cling to the pages like parasites, hoping for someone to observe their writhing, to feel them, analyze them, and touch the diseased core of this story. If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

“I’m pregnant." Bella Bluefield never expected to see the cold billionaire again—let alone carry his child. Xavier Louis doesn’t do love. He does power, deals, and control. But Bella? She’s the one woman who slipped through his fingers—and now, she holds everything he never knew he wanted. Caught in a web of secrets, betrayal, and dangerous enemies, Bella must protect her unborn child… while Xavier must decide: will he fight for her, or lose everything?

Transmigada para uma terra de fantasia, onde pessoas possuem poderes inimagináveis e até deuses existem... Confusa, pelo menos não está sozinha! Nascido do mesmo ventre, o próprio divino dao do mundo marcial??! Renascido o divino dao achou que se tornaria humano, mas acabou preso como minha alma marcial. "OK, quando eu ascender a posição de deusa encontrarei uma forma de te libertar. Agora libera o golden finger para agilizar o tempo de cultivo..." "Golden finger? O que é isso?!" Não há golden finger...

*Cover art not mine* Raiden has spent his entire life trapped in Cicada's South Rim, running packages for the Squadron gang just to survive in the city's most dangerous district. With nothing but a faded childhood hoodie and an unbreakable desire for freedom, he's resigned himself to a life of poverty and violence—until the day the sky tears open. When a comet of unknown origin collides with Earth in an event known as the First Impact, the world stops. Time freezes. Reality bends. And when it resumes, seventy percent of humanity awakens with supernatural abilities tied to the strength of their deepest desires. But Raiden is different. His yearning for freedom—the most powerful desire on the planet—marks him as one of the Crowned, an elite few whose abilities transcend normal limits. Armed with devastating light manipulation powers that make him nearly godlike, he finally has the strength to break free from the chains that have bound him his entire life. As the world descends into chaos and new power structures emerge from the ashes of the old, Raiden must navigate a landscape where strength determines survival and the weak are crushed underfoot. The same freedom he's craved may come at a cost he never imagined—because in a world where desire shapes reality, getting everything you want might destroy everything you once were. Some prisons are built from poverty and circumstance. Others are built from power itself. And sometimes, the greatest trap is finally getting what you've always wanted.

The world descended into chaos when several tens of billions of people were thrust into another world filled with chaos, madness as well as power, riches and divine beings! Not given a choice, Chris was forever to be a Demon king instead of heroes with divine abilities! Tasked with building his own demonic kingdom or die in this world. Chris struggle to survive! [Ding!] [You’ve been assigned the hidden race!] […(Mythic Grade Devil lord)!] With the activation of his golden finger, along with the legendary class, would Chris die or would he survive chaotic and build an empire the likes which the Gods haven’t witnessed in their millennials of living?