Craving Manga Novels & Stories

“Marcus… that feels so good.” He licked me again, slower this time, savoring me. Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. I cried out and grabbed his hair tighter. He pushed two fingers inside me while continuing to suck my clit. His fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “Yes… right there,” I gasped. He ate me patiently, taking his time. No rush. Just long, deep licks and steady suction. My thighs started shaking around his head. The pleasure built slowly, beautifully.

I’m not strong enough to do that. I pull my hands back, and that’s when I see them: my nails, longer, sharper, glinting like claws under the kitchen light. A scream tears out of me, raw and desperate, and the hum surges, a wave that makes my knees buckle. I hit the floor, my vision swimming, and all I can think is Tyler’s voice: You’re not what you think you are. What am I? What am I?

"I have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.

Your dedication never goes unnoticed, and it’s because of you that these stories continue to breathe. But don’t get too comfortable. Because what’s coming next goes deeper… darker… and far more dangerous. Welcome to FILTHY CRAVINGS a new dimension where restraint fractures, desire sharpens, and nothing is written to be gentle. This series will be bolder, hotter, and more intoxicating than anything I’ve released before. So get your coins ready. Steel your hearts. And prepare yourselves. This year, I’m not holding back and neither are my characters. With all my love and appreciation,

Every moan, every shudder only makes me crave her more, like she’s a drug I’ll never shake, a hunger that grows sharper with every taste. Her pleasure peaks, a shuddering moan escaping her as her body clenches around me, dragging me over the edge with her. The intensity should leave me sated, but it doesn’t. My hand tightens on her hip, my fingers digging into her skin as a gnawing hunger twists in my gut. Something’s wrong, seriously wrong. Why am I still burning for her, still craving her like I haven’t just had her? She’s barely conscious, her body limp against the sheets, her breaths shallow and uneven, yet the need to keep going claws at me, relentless.

Chapter 3 “That’s barely scratching the itch, you idiots, more, I need more, your cocks aren’t enough alone, force both in my pussy, stretch it wider, fill me completely,” I snarled, the craving turning me feral, voice rough with demand, their faces paling with terror even as their cocks twitched back to life.

I’d be forever grateful that we had managed to overcome the odds. Hey, how’s the whole bloodlust thing going? Are you holding up okay? – L Eh, it’s manageable. Cravings are still a thing, though. Like right now, I could really use a snack. – R Oh? What are you craving? – L Blood. What else would it be? – R Well, I mean… you can always bite me. – L Haha, funny. Good one, Lia. – R I’m not joking. – L Wait, what? Are you serious?

“Soaked for me already?” I bit my lip, fighting the moan clawing its way up my throat. Every nerve in my body was tuned to his touch, to the way his fingers moved like they owned me—slow but devastating. My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms. His gaze dropped, watching me tremble. “You’re loving this, aren’t you, Scar?” I gave a shaky nod, heat flooding my face. How could I deny it? I’d been craving him for so long it felt etched into my bones.

Layla didn't even notice. "Anyway," she said, scrolling on her phone now, "He was never even that good in bed, so I don't know why I cared—" I clenched around his fingers as they dipped inside me, curling just right. He pressed his thumb against my clit and rolled it. "—but now he's begging to take me back," Layla finished, sipping her juice. "That's... crazy," I managed to say. Mr. Carson's lips brushed the rim of his mug, and when he looked at me, he smirked. The kind of smirk that said you'll be dripping down your thighs before breakfast is done.