Damien Venus pushed further into Polo's tightness, the rhythm of his movements becoming more confident and deliberate. With each thrust, Polo moaned in pleasure, his arousal evident as Venus skillfully fingered his ass. Their eyes remained locked in a heated gaze, adding an intense intimacy to the moment. Adding a second finger, Venus continued the process, allowing Polo to adjust before picking up the pace. As Venus twisted his wrist, Polo's arousal heightened, his body responding eagerly to the stimulation. Meanwhile, I watched, unable to tear my eyes away from the erotic scene unfolding before me. My Own arousal was undeniable, my cock straining against my trousers. With a sense of urgency, I released it, needing relief from the overwhelming desire coursing through me. As Venus continued to pleasure Polo with his mouth, I felt myself reaching the edge, unable to resist the eroticism of the scene. In a matter of moments, I came, my release overwhelming as my cock pulsed
Edwina I was taken aback by Alfie's sudden proposal. It seemed like he was seeking an immediate answer, and I had to respond with the first thing that came to mind. "Alfie, it would be an honor to have you fight for me. You seem determined, and I believe in your abilities. Please, fight for my kingdom. If Edward is the obstacle standing in your way, then remove him. I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but there was no turning back. However, I couldn't let Edward know about my intentions, as I still needed him." "Really? Your words give me strength, and I feel empowered with you by my side. If I reclaim your kingdom, Princess Edwina, will you be my queen?" Alfie's words caught me off guard, but I wasn't surprised that his offer came with a condition. Typical men, always expecting something in return for their actions. But even Edward wasn't acting out of pure selflessness, so what difference did it make? However, I had no intention of staying as the queen
Edwina "Alright, fine," Alfie relented, his voice carrying a weight of history and pain. "My life and family have been a constant struggle. My mother faced threats after she realized she was pregnant with me, and we were forced to constantly flee from place to place, never able to settle or live a normal life. Eventually, we had to leave our hometown behind just to escape the looming danger." He paused as if reliving the memories of his tumultuous past before continuing. "We finally found someone who took us in, providing us with some semblance of stability. But tragedy struck again, and I was forced to flee from home. Luckily, I crossed paths with Damien, but even then, trouble followed. Damien, too, turned against me, and he took the life of the one person who had supported me through it all." My heart ached as I listened to Alfie's story, feeling a sense of empathy for the struggles he had endured. "That must have been incredibly difficult," I murmured, unable to imagine the
Alfie I heard that Edward was making a fool of me in the eyes of everyone in the community. He thinks I'm a coward, afraid to face him in battle. But little does he know, my reluctance to engage in conflict isn't out of fear, but out of a desire to avoid bloodshed. I know that if Edward and I were to engage in combat, the outcome could be disastrous. I may be forced to kill my brother, and that's a burden I'm not willing to bear. But if Edward insists on challenging me, then I'll have no choice but to accept. However, he needs to understand that Edwina is off-limits. She's chosen to stay by my side, and I won't let anyone take her away from me. Ever since Edwina entered my life, everything has changed. She brings light into my darkness, filling my days with hope and joy. In her presence, I forget about the burdens and worries in my life, Instead, I look forward to each moment spent with her, cherishing the little connection we share. I believe that given more time
Edwina After Alfie and I shared a kiss, I hesitated but it felt so good. Apart from the kiss feeling so good, I also liked the idea of smiting Edward using his older brother who is indeed very sexy and dreamy. His hands were roaming over my body, moving down over my hips and down towards the hem of my dress, pulling it up slightly, but not much higher than my mid-thigh. They moved back up, towards my breasts, but he hesitated. I took my hands from around his neck and found his, moving them towards where I wanted them, and where he had stopped. I felt his smile against my lips when I guided his hands, which I returned by kissing him even more passionately. His hands gently kneaded my breasts, eliciting a small moan from my lips as I moved my fingertips down over his chest…I heard him groan quietly as I took his bottom lip between my teeth, biting gently. I felt his hands move away from my chest and wrap around my waist again, lifting me as he pulled us both backup, standing
Edwina contd... “Please Edwina, let me make you feel good…” He exhaled...I suspect that he was at tthe edge of cumming and he held it back. He slowly helped me up and laid me on the bed while his cock was still hard as a rock. He started kissing around my soft, milky breasts. His hand cupped one of them, massaging it gently while his lips kissed around my nipple, slightly hard from the attention. His tongue circled it slowly, making me moan. His eyes met mine, and he liked what he saw because the corners of his lips formed a slight smile as he took my nipple into his mouth. Taking in a sharp breath, my hand found the nape of his neck, holding him to my chest, begging him for more. After a while of sucking, he switched to the other, making sure it got the same treatment, hitting a warm tongue and mouth feeling so good against my sensitive skin. Finally, his lips started to continue further down my body, kissing over my stomach until he reached an area that was still cov
Venus in mother Serena’s body. I never imagined that my life would be filled with such wickedness. When Damien, the demon, approached us promising to take us to the most powerful coven on earth, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps fate was finally smiling down on me. We, the witches born in Whistleberry, have always faced a harsh reality. Our powers mark us as outcasts, condemned by society. Once discovered, witches in Whistleberry face a grim fate—death by burning or stoning. Sometimes, the torment is even more creative, designed to prolong our suffering until we succumb to the inevitable. But it's not our fault that we were born with these abilities. It's the humans who wield the true wickedness. Physically, they may appear weak compared to werewolves and vampires, but their hearts are filled with darkness. They have the power to cause more damage than any other monster. Their fear of being judged and terminated by higher beings has only made them more mo
Venus in Mother Serena's body I first discovered my magical abilities at the tender age of twelve, though at the time, I couldn't fully comprehend the significance of my newfound powers. Growing up, I never knew who my mother was, but I was raised by distant family members who shared tales of her plight. They often spoke of how she had longed for a child, believing herself too old to conceive. Despite her doubts, she attended a solemn ceremony dedicated to the goddess, tears of desperation in her eyes. In a heartfelt plea, my mother made a solemn covenant with the divine, pledging her willingness to accept any child the gods would grant her, regardless of gender. She vowed that when the child reached maturity, the gods could reclaim their gift at their discretion. I can only imagine the depths of desperation that drove my mother to make such a pact with the goddess. It was a testament to her longing for motherhood, her desire to have a child to call her own, even if it meant