Crossdressing Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

One of them stepped forward into a patch of moonlight and I forgot how to breathe. He was not just a wolf. He shifted right in front of me. Bones cracked and fur melted away until a tall, powerful man stood there naked, skin glowing pale under the moon. Long dark hair, sharp jaw, and eyes that burned gold. Scars marked his chest like battle marks. His cock hung heavy between his thick thighs, already half hard. The others shifted too. Four more huge men now surrounded me, all naked, all watching me like I was prey. The first one spoke, voice deep and rough like gravel. “You crossed the line, little human. This is pack land. No one comes here without permission.”

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

He ripped my thong aside and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” dream-Jax growled in my ear, voice low and rough. His fingers curled perfectly, stroking that spot that made my knees weak. “Now you’re going to take what you started, little sis.” I moaned loudly in the dream, gripping the counter as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He bit my neck, then kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers drove me closer and closer.

“This tells me everything I need to know.” I bite my lip, hating how wet I am, how eager. I refuse to give in. So I taunt him. “That the great Damian Cross likes to hit women?” Wrong move. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back just enough for his lips to graze my ear. “No,” he murmurs. “That you like being put in your fucking place.” Before I can respond, he tears my panties down my thighs. The sound of ripping lace echoes in the room.

The stranger’s words kept looping in my head, low and filthy, whispered right against my ear while we waited for drinks: “I’d bend you over right here if I could, pretty girl.” I had laughed it off not being the type to sleep with a complete stranger but now I could barely think of anything other than how huge he must have been. I shifted in the seat, my thighs pressing together, which only made it worse and I watched the thin fabric of my dress slide up. My bare pussy stared back at me and I could smell my arousal since I had driven home bare. I had taken my panties off in the bar's bathroom and now the cold air against my wet pussy made me shiver.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

Unclasping my bra, my boobs stared at him begging for attention. Latching his mouth on one and playing with the other, my legs almost gave out because my nipples are sensitive. He held me, sucked on my sensitive nipple and used his fingers to massage the other and I threw my head back in pleasure. His beard tickling my boobs made it even more intense. Never knew I had a beard fetish. Pulling his head away from my chest, I held his face, looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me”

The zipper of Lila’s crimson dress slid down with agonizing slowness. Cool air kissed her spine as the silk parted. The woman—call her Jade, from the emerald flash of her gown—peeled the fabric from Lila’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Lila stood in nothing but black lace panties, sheer thigh-high stockings, and the heels that made her legs look endless. The man—let’s name him Victor—circled her slowly, eyes raking over every exposed inch. His gaze felt like a physical touch.