Cozy Fantasy Novels & Stories

“Well, I did create a million fantasies with you when I was like fourteen or fifteen.” “Sexual fantasies?” “Nah, I was too young to think about that. More like love and romance fantasies.” “How do you mean?” “Like I have always wanted to get married to a Mafia leader and I know that they are propellers of dark romance and I am soooo into dark romance.” The more she spoke, that more attractive she became to me and she was just so admirable. “I love when you talk.” She held her hand to her mouth, blushing hard.

So many random thoughts float through my dizzy mind. I giggle at how silly I'm being. It's not like they belong to me either. But I'm sure having fun with them at the moment. For the longest time I've only thought of them as older brothers... but older brothers would never touch me like they are doing now. I giggle as Colt's hands wrap around my waist from the back and Fox places his hands on my hips, sending pulses of magic running through me as we moving in time with the music. This is a lot more fun than I expected it to be.

I imagined pushing my own thick cock into that messy warmth, feeling Ezra’s cum coat him while Noelle whimpered and pushed back. Ezra would stand over them, one hand fisted in her hair, the other stroking himself hard again, ready to paint her face the moment I pulled out. The fantasy shifted. Ibsaw Noelle on her back on the table, legs spread wide, Ezra holding her ankles apart while I fucked her. Ezra’s fingers would slide into her mouth, making her suck them while she stared up at both of us. Every thrust would push more of Ezra’s cum out around my own cock, the wet sounds filthy and constant. Ezra would lean down, bite her nipple through her open blouse, and tell her to beg for more.

“I’ve been good… I need it.” Damien kissed my neck. “Come for us, baby. Let us hear those pretty sounds.” I shattered with a long, trembling moan, my body shaking between them as the orgasms rolled through me in gentle waves. They held me through it, whispering praises and stroking my skin. Afterward, they removed the toys and wrapped me in a soft blanket. The three of us stayed in the lounge for a long time, talking quietly about the future, the academy, and the complicated feelings growing between us.

My hips lifted to meet it. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine it was him...his weight, his breath against my neck, the way he used to hold me open. The fantasy mixed with the real stretch and pressure until my breathing turned uneven. I fucked myself harder, the base of the toy grinding against my clit on every inward stroke. Pleasure coiled tighter. My toes curled against the sheets. A low moan slipped out before I could stop it. I didn’t slow down. I kept going, chasing the edge, the red light painting everything in the room the same heated color while the music hummed low in the background.

Ashton had grabbed her and pulled her off of me. A girl with hair almost white and blue eyes was all I could think of, thinking I've never seen a girl like that at these galas before. As I entered the building of course I was greeted by Alphas of other packs. There was an intoxicating smell, the smell of cherry blossoms.

Had she been spread out on the chaise, just so? Did she know the man was watching her? Did she fantasize that he would move slowly toward her and then press his hands on her breasts, her belly, trail fingertips down her until he cupped her sex, finding her wet and wanton, turned on by nothing more than the direction of her own thoughts? Chloe's body quivered, as if she could make the fantasy her own. With a little smile, she dropped the book and stood up from the bed. Time to make dinner, Chloe thought as she put the book away and headed for the kitchen. As she took out the pot from the drawer, she was halted by a knock on the door.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

But seeing it tonight, it was livelier than what the book made me see. Fantasians are all-over the place. Fooleys, sweeps, baylans, glacias, flamias, and other creatures I can't name yet are busy walking and buying stuffs in the side alleys. "This is amazing," I whispered with pure amusement. "You want to eat something?" Cool asked after slightly tightening his hold on my hand to get my attention. "Hmmm," I answered absentmindedly, still in awe in everything I see. "How 'bout Haba?" my forehead crease upon hearing an unfamiliar word.

“You really deserve a beating.” Coyle didn't say anything because he was trying to test her level of tolerance; she was always so calm in situations like this that it made him doubt if she even felt a thing for him; the fact that she never felt jealous when other girls were close to him really got him; meanwhile, he was willing to kill any man who approached her, starting with his cousin. “Now that you are out of the office, will you follow me to Pearl’s fashion?” Hazel asked, trying to change the topic because only this way could they converse calmly.