Cnc Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

A father as terrifying as Baba, a mother as cowardly as Mama, and a sister as sweet as Cara. A tear slipped from the corner of her eyes as she wrote down the characters’ goals. She only wanted one thing, maybe two. Taking a deep breath, she tapped a key on her keyboard. This was her story, and she would write herself a happy ending. Hana wrote until her fingers went numb. But somehow, she couldn’t get herself to stop. It was so easy to picture every scene and change the settings from contemporary to fantasy. To watch Kyle, a dragon rider in her story, burn down the men who tried to harm her with his dragon. She named it K.

Millicent would bring more than just snakes to a fight like this. “What the hell is that?” I asked, squinting as a creature stomps forward carrying a club. “It looks like the ugly sister of a troll,” someone snickered behind me. But then more of them appeared. “They must be something Millicent conjured,” I told Killian, not wanting to admit I didn’t know what they were. An almighty shriek hurts my ears as creatures appear carrying axes. Tala growls. I squint to get a better look. The creatures have pointed ears and huge razor teeth appear. I have seen nothing like them in my life. “What the hell?” I said, gulping.

Marcus stated flatly, “especially when one of the dormant bloodlines starts randomly writing about our kind to true for human consumption even if they believe it to be fiction, the crypto DragonCoin drop something is going on, I just hope that our physical dragon coins don’t start loosing their power to conceal our true nature from the everyday person.” Xaihuang's laugh was soft but sharp, like metal scraping stone. "Ah yes, the great Marcus Chen, ever the traditionalist despite his modern affectations." He turned to Casey, his bronze eyes glittering. "Has he told you what you are yet, my dear? Or is he still playing the mysterious protector?" Casey looked between them, her heart hammering.

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

“Obsessed with the aesthetics of surrender. You collect it. You consume it. But you never ask yourselves what it would cost to live it.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell his cologne—something sharp, cedar and smoke. “What’s your sickest fantasy?” he asked me. “Not the polished p**n version. The real one. The one that makes you wet just thinking about it.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I glanced at Philip. He nodded—tiny, almost imperceptible.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

she gasped, grinding her clit against him with every downward thrust. The fantasy was overwhelming. Here was his dream character , confident, seductive, dripping wet , riding him in real life. Alex flipped them so she was on her back, legs spread wide. He thrust deep in missionary, eyes locked on hers. The red contact lenses made it feel like he was truly fucking Zero Two. “I’m close,” he warned, pace becoming erratic. “Come inside me,” Lila moaned, wrapping her legs around him, heels digging into his back. “Fill your waifu with cum. Breed me.”

“Fuck… you’re going to regret it, Cilia. Every insult. Every look. Every time you made me feel small.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural groan I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my stomach and chest. My cock pulsed in my fist, spilling again and again while the fantasy played behind my eyes. I kept stroking through it, milking every drop, thighs shaking. When it finally faded, I lay there breathing hard, cum cooling on my skin. The rage was still there, quieter now but deeper, settling but ready. She had no idea what was coming.