For years the world has been at peace with each other. All species you cab think of coke together as one big community. But vampires have always have the upper hand. Well that was up until Orcs join the picture.

18+🥵😈💋SMUT💋😈🥵18+ Your thighs part at the mere thought, and you feel the searing path of phantom kisses up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs-hot, deliberate, claiming. Each press of his mouth sends molten ripples through your belly, closer, higher, until you're arching helplessly, your hips bucking, chasing the pressure you crave. You whimper, the sound breathless, needy.

🥵😈❤️‍🔥Short story/Mature/18+❤️‍🔥😈🥵 "Fuck," he growls, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss is hungry, overwhelming, his tongue claiming me as he shoves me back against the wall. I whimper, my body arching against his, desperate for more as his hands roam over my ass, pulling me tighter against him. My wetness presses against his hardness, and I cry out softly, the ache inside me unbearable.

🥵😈💋Smut/18+💋😈🥵 The Red Dragon wasn't someone you saw. He was a name whispered in back alleys and late-night strategy meetings. A shadow behind the curtain. An apex predator among scavengers. If you met him face to face, odds were you wouldn't live to tell the story. Kai stepped into the light, slow, deliberate, his footsteps echoing. The black suit molded to his massive frame like a second skin. Nearly seven feet tall, built like something forged in a war god's temple-broad shoulders, thick chest, long powerful limbs. Black ink creeping from his throat and hands, hints of old scars peeking out when he moved. But it was his face that unmade men. Chiseled jaw. Cold, unreadable expression. And his eyes-black as midnight and twice as merciless. There was no warmth in them. No forgiveness. Just a still, coiled violence.

👽❤️‍🔥💋18+/NSFW/Short Story💋❤️‍🔥👽 Tentacles wrapped around my ankles, holding them in place, larger tentacles spread my thighs apart. She started vibrating and purring. "You are beautiful, " she murmur as she inched closer to my p***y. I moaned softly, my body arching into her touch, my trust in her absolute.

😈🙈💋Mature/18+/Graphic💋🙈😈 My legs trembled uncontrollably as the sheer power of him overwhelmed me. Gods... this orc... His deep, guttural growl vibrated against my lips as he shrugged off his armor with ease, the sound of metal hitting the floor echoing in the room. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his powerful frame, and I felt the hardness of his massive c**k pressing insistently against my soaked center.

😈💋🥵Smut/Mature/18+🥵💋😈 His gaze darkened, his pupils dilating as he watched her body shudder beneath him. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, voice thick with desire, "I didn't realize how fucking beautiful you looked when I was filling you..."

🥵🥵😈😈💋SMUT/EROTICA/GRAPHIC/21+/DON'T READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED-OFFENDED💋😈😈🥵🥵 Don't read if you are sensitive to erotic scenes 🙊🙊🙊🙊💔 He watched her in the mirror. Watched the way her mouth parted with a gasp, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her hips arched back toward him on instinct-offering herself, caught in her own reflection.

*~COMPLETE~* Gianna Ricci never knew her mother, being raised by her grandfather and father. Her father and her wanted to know where they came from, so they do DNA testing to find out. Right before the results came back her father died unexpectedly. Once the results came back everything pointed to Italy. Gianna knew she didn't have a choice she had to go. Leaving a fiancé behind to find her history. Enzo was the grandson of the genealogist Gianna hired to help her find her family history. Being tasked with being her driver, translator and anything else she needed while in town doesnt sit well with him. What starts as simple annoyance soon turns into an understanding of each other. What happens when the tables turn and things start to get more serious between them?