Alastor Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“What the heck are you doing, standing there, moping like a dog?’’ “What are you doing here?’’ I slowly advanced to her. “What do you think? I'd rather lay on my bed with a face mask all day long than come here to see your annoying face.’’ She rolled her eyes nonchalantly. “Yes I know all that and that's why I'm surprised to see you here,’’ I answered tiredly, wishing she could just say what she wants and spare me the strength to withstand her presence. She reached for her plush fluffy bag. Stood, and searched in it for a small nylon packet. “Have it.’’ She stretched it to me. “Your fake sticker tattoo.’’ I subconsciously threw a cautious glance around to be sure no one was close before snat

“Sure.” Instead of handing me the can, he sprayed a generous swirl onto his finger and held it out. Our eyes locked. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his finger, sucking the sweet cream off slowly, swirling my tongue like I was sucking something much thicker. A soft, needy hum escaped me. Alex’s jaw tightened. “Fuck, Em. You always lick it like that?” “Like what?” I asked innocently, licking my lips. “Like you’re dying for a taste of something warmer. Something thicker.” His voice dropped even lower. “Something that’d stretch that pretty mouth wide open.”

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

It was wild. “There is no safe word, love. I am not Christian from Fifty Shades of Gray. Neither are you, Anastasia. So, stay back and let me punish you.” Alaric said. I huffed. I did. For real. It was crazy. Still, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Ever. Alaric’s fingers slid my panty down my legs. It was sleek. It smelled like me. He sniffled it and licked his lips. “So wet. For me?” He said, a question mark at the end. I nodded. He smiled. It was satisfying.

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"

The third was Nico, a Latin photographer with a creative, filthy mind and a talent for pushing boundaries. He introduced toys and light bondage during his first session, tying my wrists to the headboard while he ate my pussy until I squirted, then fucking me while the others watched and stroked themselves. His cock was long and curved, hitting spots inside me that made me scream. The fourth was Viktor, a dark, tattooed club owner with a reputation for intensity. His introduction was the roughest of the new Daddies. He took me against the wall in the cabin’s living room,

I was pinned and trapped against him. His lips found mine again. I moaned shamelessly into his mouth. I couldn’t help it. The pleasure overtook me in a way I couldn’t describe. He increased his pace. His fingers thrusted in and out of me at a fast pace now. I arched my hips against his fingers, following his movement. I wanted more. I needed more. “You want more, don’t you?” Percy whispered. “Yes” I moaned. “So dirty” Darren muttered. “Such a slut” Ken laughed.

"Although. I don't think it's too little." I take the spoon and taste it. "The spice is barely noticeable. " He blinks at me, shock written all over his face. "Barely... Barely noticeable?" He stares at the food and I notice his red eyes. I laugh. "This is the bare minimum of spicy for me. If you Mr Sylvester find this spicy..." "Alaric." "Mm?" "Call me Alaric." I nod. If that's what you want. "Okay." The room goes so quiet that I can hear the ticking of the clock. I rub my upper arm and Mr... Alaric stands and closes my windows.