Cuckold Wizard’s Adventure Novel Novels & Stories

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

A man this fine, untasted, would be a waste, and those headlines were probably nonsense. Charles held my wrist, his eyes dark with restrained lust. "Had enough?" His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, looking unfairly sexy. "You've been at it for a while now. I'm not like those guys you'd find out there." I gave his abs one last squeeze before letting go. "I haven't touched any other guys." The gloom in his eyes vanished, but then his brow furrowed. "Yeah, sure. If you're into this, just say so. You've got the whole package at home."

His master had always been unusual, but these new symptoms made him even more enigmatic. Because of these changes, his master had no choice but to live in seclusion, away from everyone—including his company and the Amberford family, to avoid spying eyes. No one knew what condition afflicted him. Doctors had given countless diagnoses and treatments, but nothing helped. The dreams and the sleepwalking never ceased. In the end, his master sought solitude in Mr. Albrich’s villa. And now, fate seemed to have brought that young lady here. Butler Jin could only hope her presence might help ease whatever plagued his master.

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

she asked. “He’s from Wadim’s den,” I replied with disgust. “Damn, I thought they were all dead.” “Apparently not,” Garth interjected as he walked up on the other side of me. “Who is Wadim?” “Was,” I emphasized. “He was a twisted son-of-a-bitch who dealt in human trafficking and cannibalism. Rumor had it he was the bastard son of Dracula.” Garth nodded. “I see,” he said. He looked at Magdalena and said, “So the rumors are true?”

She snarled. "The fuck are you talking about? Touch your butt? Why would I do so? That man..." He looked around and realized that the man had run off earlier. He exhaled deeply. "Someone was trying to steal from you and I..." The lady with the glowy eyes cuts him off. "Don't you dare come up with some ridiculous joke. Who doesn't know you? You are Tristan Stone. The man who literally went through girls as if they were clothes!" She exclaimed.

Lucas replied. "Out with it!" I demanded impatiently. Lucas snapped his fingers. "Bring him in!" He ordered, and almost immediately, two rogues walked in, carrying a captive bundled up. Jeremy sniffed. "That's not a rogue... What's that?!" He snarled. My wolf wiggled in delight as an answer popped up in my head. Don't tell me.. I reverted my gaze to Lucas, who had a smile on his face. "I found a wizard" He revealed.

“Initially, I did not want to. But then, it occurred to me that this could be my opportunity to gather every useful information I needed to know about my adversary, and also use Nikjin to do the dirty work of fighting his brother and weakening his defense. In my quest to become a werewolf, I carried out multiple experiments on random people that I kidnapped in the woods. I used them to test a potion that I made out of a werewolf’s blood but the results are what you have seen which are those mindless beasts that exist solely to die. I knew I couldn’t make myself into such a vile creature that had no mind of its own, and so I offered them to Nikjin as his army. That was how our alliance began

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha