Craving Manwha Novels & Stories

“She is so very dumb… complete fool… too stupid to ever figure out what I am planning… desperate whore…” I listened to every word. Each insult felt like a fresh cut. I had loved this man. I had stayed loyal to him for ten years while my body starved for touch. I had cried alone at night feeling ugly and worthless. And all that time, he had been mocking me. Planning to throw me away like garbage.

I was never going to be ashamed of showing the world just how deeply, how completely, how absolutely I loved this woman. **** That evening, strangely enough, the dizziness and nausea that had been churning through me all day had vanished. But in their place came something else — a single, extreme craving that took hold of my mind and refused to let go. It would sound absurd, I knew. But the desire for it was so overwhelming that if it went unsatisfied, there was a tightness in my chest that made me want to weep right then and there. Tonight, my request had to be granted. That was final.

I wanted more, No I craved for more, way much more. I subconsciously clutched a handful of his clothes and tugged at it. I wanted him, I need him to be closer, no, not just closer, I needed to feel his naked skin pressed directly against mine. I frantically kissed him back to show just how much I needed him at the moment, just how much my body craved his touch. I crave him so hungrily that I do not have any control over myself. Rurac...what exactly have you done to me?

Then in again. The woman felt such an aching need inside her at the sight. Hearing a man’s hungered moans. She found herself lying sideways on the leafy floor. So aroused she ached. Yearning to endure what my body was. Envisioning the pleasure of an unseen intruder feasting on her flesh. Craven increased his pace. Gaining greater pleasure as my body surrounded him. Molding along his edges and seams to perfectly grip him. Slightly too tight which only built the friction to a thunderous level. He pushed in harder, losing his tenuous control.

I’ll find a way. "Fine," I grumble to Arabella and she tilts her head slowly, her eyelids fluttering. I lower the phone to my face so I can get a closer look at her and fuck, she’s easily perfection. Her curls stick to her cheeks, falling over her shoulders, and her lips are slightly parted. The urge to dive my tongue through them burns hard in me and I mutter several curses under my breath, suppressing the want to lick my tongue across my screen. That’d be some weird shit.

“…little swan?” Heat rushes through me instantly, my fingers tighten around the box. Because this…this is exactly what I was trying to avoid. And exactly what I wanted at the same time. My lips part, but no words came out, because I already know I’m not going to say no. My heart's doing a crazy drum solo against my ribs, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. It feels like I'm about to step onto a super thin tightrope, with a massive drop below. But honestly, the urge is just too much to fight, that craving is too powerful. My breath catches as he leans in, his eyes locked on mine, and in that instant, everything else just disappears. It’s just this, this intense, electric feeling.

But the craving only grew stronger, more insistent, making my mouth water, making my stomach twist with need. I tried to ignore it. Tried to push it away. But it wouldn’t leave me alone. I needed food. Specifically… Dumplings. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body aching with desire. Why did it have to be so strong tonight? Why couldn’t I just ignore it? But I knew that wasn’t happening. I needed it. Now. I sat up, running a hand through my hair. There was no way I was getting through the night without satisfying this craving.

I was addicted to her in the way a man craves the very toxin that might one day destroy him. Note: updating two chapters today! Next chapter in the next ten minutes. Don't forget to leave your comments about the chapter.

I set up the tripod and ring light, hit go live and the viewer count started climbing fast. We stripped everything off. The second I dropped to my knees in front of him, I took his thick, pussy-juiced cock into my mouth. I pushed forward eagerly, forcing him down my throat until my nose pressed against his skin, my throat bulging around his length. “Fuck yes,” he growled, holding my head still for a moment, letting me choke on him. I held his waist, eyes watering, saliva already dripping down my chin onto my tits. He finally let me pull back for air….strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. I gasped desperately, then immediately took him back down my throat again.

If someone had told me a day would come when my own stepson would treat me like this, I would have called the person insane. Yet here I stood, trembling at the mercy of my stepson, craving nothing more than a thick cock to ravage my aching pussy. The sudden slap of his cock against my cheek snapped me back from my thoughts. My lashes fluttered rapidly. “Make that mouth useful.” His cock pointed directly at my face, and somehow the degrading scene ignited a wild desire within me. This felt strange because I had never truly craved domination before. My lips parted. The tip of his cock slid into my mouth, drawing a soft hum from me as I rolled my tongue over it.