Amputee Fantasy Novels & Stories

I hugged her and took the bowl from her. “Hey, mama. How’s the leg?” Emery got her left leg amputated during the last pack attack. Surprisingly, my father got the faery doctor to craft one for her. “It’s a bit weird, but it's starting to feel more natural.” “That’s faery magic for you.”

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

“Please let me come.” Victor and Jade shared a look. “Not yet,” Victor said. They withdrew everything at once—the dildo with a wet slide, the plug eased out slowly until she felt achingly empty. Lila whimpered at the loss. Then they rearranged her. On her back again. Wrists released only to be rebound above her head. Ankles cuffed to a spreader bar that kept her legs wide and immobile. Jade straddled her face again, this time facing Victor.

He took slow steps towards the counter standing behind her. "And what do you suggest, Mr. Sanders? Are you a fan of fantasy?" Amara's voice carried a hint of curiosity, her eyes sparkling with interest. A nostalgic smile crept on the man’s face, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, indeed, my dear. Fantasy has been my constant companion throughout my years spent amidst these shelves of knowledge. There's simply nothing quite like the allure of a well-crafted tale, the intoxicating scent of old parchment, and the boundless worlds they conjure within our imaginations."

“I saw all of the dead girls. They were impaled on dead trees, and there was a this…this thing with red eyes standing guard around them.” Azazel frowns and gestures to a nearby chair. “Tell us everything and start from the beginning.” Without another word, I maneuver her wavering form toward the empty chair. Amara gives me a grateful smile and slumps down. We wait with bated breath as she sits there and begins her story. “When I touched the book, it looked like the words were flowing to me. Then, there was this glow…” She stops and looks at the book again as if waiting for it to do it again. “When I woke up, I was in another place. The world…the world was covered in cinder like someone burne

Ana chuckled and looked at Amar embarrassed. "You want me to wear this?" asked Ana pointing at lingerie black. Amar was nervous at once and smiled shyly. He nodded and asked Ana to wear it tonight. Currently, Ana is still very hungry and wants to finish her steak. But Amar wants Ana right now. Distracting her mind, Amar opened the comics and novels that Ana bought. In fact, Ana likes fantasy-themed reading. “Wow, very interesting. It turns out that you like reading fantasy stories like this huh. "

“Penny, the people from the Fergersons are terrifying. They wanted to kill me. They chopped off my foot with an ax. I was really scared.” A grown man like him was scared shitless. Penny could not deny her distress. Previously, when she was staying with the Eastons, she used to be able to talk to this cousin. Though Nathan had done many foolish things, he did not deserve this fate. “Pen, I... I’m so scared. My leg…” Nathan had already been amputated and would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. It was an undeniable fact. Penny did not know how to comfort him and only asked, “Are you sure it was the Fergersons?”

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