lusty fanfics

Katelyn Persimmon leans down to kiss one of her two husbands. His lips are delicate, taken care of just the way she had asked. She didn’t appreciate chapped lips or wet kisses. They listened to what she said, like dogs in need of a master. They were lucky ones, though, they’d found her. They were all hers. Katelyn hadn’t brought them back from the Arena just to watch them fall in love with other women.

Harbinger enters the room with a plate of food. He settles back into the bed, handing it to Katelyn when she opens her hand. He's obedient, trained to respond to each of her wants and needs without hesitation. “Thank you, darling,” she says, rewarding him with a grape. She balances the fruit on his lips before pushing it into his mouth with a satisfied grunt. Harbinger bites down, dark eyes meeting his wife’s, filled with love.

“Anything for you, Katelyn,” he says, voice husky.

Harbinger Persimmon would die for Katelyn, he had even taken her last name. He’d accepted her invitation to stand beside her for the rest of her life after he’d been crowned. She was his queen, his savior, his everything. His heart beat for her, he breathed in her air to feel more alive. She was his everything. He was nothing without her.

She scoots up, turning her gorgeous blue eyes onto Kirito, and piercing him with her stunning gaze. Kirito melts under her loving eyes, and he finds himself tingling, fingers itching to touch her and feel her and be her.

“Kiss him,” she commands.

Kirito doesn’t even hesitate, tied to each of her demands. Harbinger is already leaning in, both of their bodies crossing over her pale thighs as their lips meet. The air vibrates with their lust, the heat between their actions filling the air and fuelling Katelyn's racing heart. It was hot and heavy and Katelyn gasps, biting her lip, fingers running over her chest as she watches her husbands make out in front of her.

“Join us, our queen,” Harbinger runs a hand down her leg, turning his hungry eyes onto her figure. The curves of her body were tantalizing, she was stunning. All three of them were gods and goddesses constructed from marble. Katelyn groans as they fall on top of her, it was electrifying, feeling the warmth of their skin cover her body.

She wants them with every inch of her being, and they want her, she can feel it in their gazes. They're eating her with their desire, the lust coating her skin. This is her personal heaven.

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Jacinta Salaloser is finished.

“Ding dong the bitch is dead,” Matilda Von Hertz whispers under her breath as she wraps her still-warm body in plastic.

Thank fuck. Look, even she feels a little guilty about killing a pregnant woman, but like she just had to go. She was in the way, she’d been in the way for too long. It was time, she’s old news, stale news. Ripred, no one likes her. Matilda was one hundred percent positive that Jacinta had drugged Mackenzie and that was why he was with her.

Because really? What other reason was there?

Matilda was obviously the better option.

She smoothes out a the plastic, taking a step back to admire her handiwork with a pleased grin. Her plan had come together perfectly, after befriending the older victor at the gala she had cleverly invited her to her house. From there it had been as easy as drugging her tea and then whacking her a few times on the head. She had made some god awful squealing sounds and the wet crunches hadn’t been nice, but like she was dead now.

So who even cares.

A dead body is a lot heavier then you think it is. After five minutes of trying to move it, she kicks it, pouting as she folds her arms over her chest. Walking over to the door Matilda shrugs on her coat, a long lingering look back at the blood that seeps past the plastic and onto the carpet.

She’d have to tell one of the Avox’s to clean that up, maybe just ask them to get rid of the body for her. Sometimes she could be so dumb, she smacks her forehead gently, rolling her eyes as the realisation sinks in. Shoulda had them do that in the first place, idiot. Gosh, sometimes she could just be a little silly!

Her lip curled, a tasteful grin on her face as she winks at the body of Jacinta Saladead, before closing the front door. The biggest waste of space in the history of ever was finally gone, no longer would she have to waste time and energy on thinking about Jacinta. It was a dream come true, Jacinta dying right before her eyes.

Matilda was on her way to meet Mackenzie, ready to sweep him off his feet. The bodycon dress she was wearing highlighted all her amazing curves. She was sure her boobs had grown in the past week, all the girls in her class had said so. She looked hot and that was all that mattered. Mackenzie wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off her.

Jacinta would no longer be the apple of his eye. Soon, Matilda Von Hertz would have him as her baby daddy.

He’d be all hers.

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“Dom-” Pisces yelled, the word torn from his throat as he watched the man he loved get stabbed in the chest. Dominic screamed, fingers curling around the sword that Perdita Leto had used to drive into his heart.

“You can’t take my heart, Perdita,” he choked, blood pooling past his lips as he gave his lover a lingering sad smile. “It already belongs to someone else.”

“Ew,” Perdita said, the disgust evident in her voice as she yanked the sword out with a flick of her wrist. She threw the blood-coated blade over her shoulder, foot tapping in the dirt as she watched Dominic fall to the ground in a messy heap. “Love is gross, what the fuck” she rolled her eyes, kicking a rock by her foot she watched as it smacked into Dom’s face.

Perdita Leto cackled, as she turned away she paused for one last moment, domineering gaze landing on the sobbing figure that was stumbling in the dirt and towards the boy she had just killed. “I could kill you too, but like watching you suffer is a lot more fun,” she sneered before strutting away with a flick of her golden locks.

God she was hot and she knew it. Pity those two boys couldn’t have used their swords to actually defend themselves instead of just stabbing each other.

Pisces fell to his knees, blood seeping into his pants as he gripped Dom’s shoulders. He pulled his lover in close, a sob tearing itself from his lips as he buried his head against Dom’s chest. He cried until his head hurt so much he thought it might explode, he cried until the day turned to night and the air around him grew so cold he started shivering.

To fall in love in a place where only one person could survive was a cruel thing. A part of him was grateful that he did not have to face Dom himself. It was selfish and unfair of him to feel a little relief through this suffering, but it was the truth.

He remained there until the blood on his legs dried and Dom’s last farts had fled his flatulence prone body. The pee that coated his lover’s pants smelt foul by the time he gathered enough strength to stand. With one last lingering look he walked away, determined to make it home for the both of them.

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