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Caius still had to sweep up his grandparents’ aftermath from days ago. Bunic and Bunica reunited, but the village knew it had been ugly. Pottery vases were broken on the foyer’s mosaic floor. Portraits hung askew that he straightened. Bunica cared less about her husband being a werewolf than abandoning them after escape from war. She clenched his hand lovingly as Caius came into the bedroom. Bunicu grinned, just like him. “Yes, grandson?” “Anica and Inara are here. The village knows?” Caius clarified. He mainly was anxious to see...their kiss drove him mad. Bunica cackled nosily. “This In… 阅读更多内容

1977, NORTHERN IRELAND Nia fought for air as Justin latched into her shoulder. “Hungry.” His primal growls set shockwaves. Her blood was sweetened liquor to his senses. She took the drinking well as a half-vampire can. It amazed him. He’d tripped acid twice in a day and never seen colors as with Nia. His transcendental rock queen was worth all the Troubles. Her lips lured a hundred kisses. Bullets died down, all shouts faded. “We can leave now. My band must be wonderin’ where I am,” Justin decided. Nia giggled softly. He cleaned her chivalrously, nuzzling along the way. “Ok… 阅读更多内容

Caius could not berate himself enough for creating such a scandalous dilemma. He led with his second brain more often than the first, and it cost more than peace of mind. Inara officially divorced the elder vampire once she completed her diplomacy mission in Kurdistan. Caius was still IN love with his longest-running flame, but what could he say? “Welcome to the coven, you’re one of lucky seven?” Inara and he ended a 115-year-old marriage over a teak table, holding hands, crying, kissing awkwardly and fucking deeply as Chelsea officially wanted to be blood-bonded (for her own reasons), a year… 阅读更多内容

Wasn't Atlantis a cool movie? I wonder about the lost empire from time to time. Were there ever a people whose civilization was swallowed by the sea? And if they didn't kill intruders on sight, could love really exist? Questions without answers, but we can try. Lost In Translation “Ki'da, I just needed help with one rune, and I'm sorry if it seemed more important than you!” Milo stressed over Queen Ki'dagakash's angry footsteps. His ego further deflated on impact as she stalked further away from him. “Is all you want to use me like an encyclopedia, for explaining what you can’t under… 阅读更多内容

Fabrizio Ragetti trudged through the empty jungle. He glanced down at the ground to watch for rocks, and it was upon the tenth glance that something occurred to him. The first being that he hardly knew what a gratto was, and if it were the same thing as a cove. The second frightened him more still. He would never have made love to a woman up until this point in time. The opportunity presented itself many a time, but was never taken. Ragetti had fucked, for lack of a better word. So entangled in his imaginings, the pirate ventured off course without notice. It took Ragetti several moments to… 阅读更多内容

Disclosure: Though the title is an Iron Island quote (A Song of Ice and Fire), you are reading a historical erotica about changing worlds, unexpected love and relentless passion. Yes, Lycans and vampires are our main characters. But the context is very real. Eastern Europe still lingers in war… ⚜️ What Is Dead May Never Die ⚜️ Only magical beings know this place, Besenyo-Brasov and live there. A Lycan comes to the barrier’s edge and waits patiently before removing an emerald cloak. The Nobili wolf sigil brooch clasps it around her collarbone. Villagers point and stare, rushing thei… 阅读更多内容

Full Throttle Pre-story PSA: This is from my Fanfiction account, so not stealing from other sites. I do not own Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, or any of its characters. I don't profit from this either! 1 She was out of the shower and traipsing across the room for her favorite caramel nightie. Sean bought her last spring. He smiled. Neela returned quickly to the bathroom and lotioned languidly. Sean takes this opportunity and slides into their queen bed. He loved the way it felt against his back, so pliant and inviting. Like home. He loved even more the girl who shared it with hi… 阅读更多内容

You could never erase love or lust with anyone who wanted their imprint to remain. And Chelsea decided this fateful tryst of souls some hundreds of years ago. Caius had lost Elena to heartbreak. He refused the same for her reincarnated spirit now, who peacefully smiled in his embrace. She deserved this world. Foolishly, predictably, Caius already promised it to several other women even if they no longer wanted things to work. How could he demonstrate anger for his current lover and her choice, when his already took Chelsea’s away? Of course she was upset. Clarity only took a night without di… 阅读更多内容

Their shared, fussy lover Chelsea nearly shirked a $2,000 ermine coat on cold marble floor. Blonde hair tussled over cold-peaked nipples and a plunging black sleeved dress. She rarely wore dark, but its hue embodied the light in her. Fire magic adapted to chilly Romanian fall...emanating from the vaulted Dacian foyer. Caius carefully enchanted a hangar to hang her fur. Chelsea squealed “thank you”. She made him work. That coat was a gift, years ago when Hernyak still housed their family and Jinx became undead. She still hated some part of him, and Caius understood. He would turn back time if… 阅读更多内容

Going to the gym with Marishka was an absolute nightmare/dream. She brought every bit of her bedroom sassiness and when that ass straddled the vinyl benches, Caius thought he could see Heaven between those thighs. Lifting any heavy weights could not be a responsible idea when Marishka squealed every time that she lifted her leg. What a fucking tease to do this again! The local New York juiceheads were eyeing her in ways that he felt compelled to counter with near-fatal force, and Marishka responded accordingly. “Go to the locker room NOW,” he telepathically ordered his girlfriend in harsh, h… 阅读更多内容

You will find that the sensation of lust doesn’t spark in every human being, like the magazines want us to believe. The men are all driven in a sex-crazed stupor, women all ravenous temptresses behind closed doors. Honestly? Sex is so far from what modern-day fantasies have conscribed the EXPERIENCE to be. It’s awkward at times, not fun, uninspired. But that’s only because of all the performance anxiety; we’re tricked into trying on a silly ‘act’ like some folks say it is. We lose the natural instinct to explore ourselves, and sexuality for you and whom it may be shared with. That being said,… 阅读更多内容