Cuckold Wizard’s Adventure Novel Novels & Stories

The air was thick with sulfur, smoke, and the overwhelming stench of sex and brimstone. Hundreds of demons and succubi filled the vast nave. Lesser imps with ridged cocks, hulking hell-knights with massive barbed members, seductive succubi with dripping cunts and whipping tails, and tentacled horrors from the deeper abyss. All turned their glowing eyes toward the new arrival.

He bounced harder on the dildo, tears streaming as he deepthroated Jamal. “Thank you for destroying my wife’s asshole, Sir. I’m not even a man, I'm just a tail-wagging cuck who fucks himself for your amusement.” He said to Kwame, the strong musky flavor of Cindy pussy on his dick made him whimper, but he kept smiling and riding the dildo faster, his caged cock dripping onto the floor. Some bulls made him beg while riding, teasing and taunting him shamelessy. “Say it louder, cuck.”

"I’m Gonna stretch you open so wide you’ll beg for my cock." Coles breath hitches as Varek’s finger slides him, the intrusion harsh despite the slickness left behind by the witches. He tries to pull away, but Varek’s other hand fists in his hair, yanking his head back. "Stay still," Varek growls, and Cole freezes, his body locking up as the wizard works a second finger inside him, scissoring them open with a cruel twist. Cole cries out, the sound muffled against the stone, his cock a fucking traitor hardens again, leaking onto the floor.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

It had been angled toward the wall, hidden until now. Now she saw everything. Her own body—exposed, reddened, shaking. His dark silhouette behind her. The table beside them littered with toys she didn’t recognize. Her eyes widened. And then she saw him undo his belt. He didn’t speak as he pulled his cock free—thick, hard, leaking. Her mouth fell open without thinking. “No,” he said. “You don’t get that yet. Not until I’ve broken you open.” He picked up something from the table. A dildo—huge, black, intimidating.

“I know you can but the way I hear it the wizard who hunts you is a ruthless scoundrel. The rumor is that he was married to a Diabolist and she was taken by another wizard with impure intentions. By the time he caught up with them the wizard had killed his wife and their unborn child.” Oren took out his pipe. Isiah put his hand on his sidearm until Oren showed him he was retrieving a simple tobacco pipe from his pocket. He put the pipe to his mouth and struck a match, lighting the tobacco left in the bowl, “I have heard this story too only the man wasn’t a wizard. He was some kind of brilliant scientist from back east. His wife was indeed a Diabolist, unbeknownst to him, and there was a wiza

But too vulnerable. Vulnerability was a weakness. Reno taught me that. No, I wouldn't call him back. He would just tell some false tale and captivate and toy with me again. I wouldn’t be a play thing. Besides I was with Jasper. Handsome, successful, non-gambling Jasper who was insane about me. I was going to be his wife, the mother of his children, his life partner. That’s so much better than being Reno’s wife and making love on Grecian beaches and having a dog and going on fun adventures that thrilled my soul.

He was laughing at me all the time, but by the Goddess, his words, his barely-there touch, his kisses had driven me out of my mind. Do lovers really do that? Do they kiss each other in that intimate way… down there? My skin feels very hot. I throw away the rug, suddenly very thirsty. I also need to use the privy. And repair the wall. I am very hungry as well. First things first. I get to my feet, carefully placing my injured leg on the floor. The rubble has turned the floor dusty. After I repair the wall, I’ll beautify the hut once again. As I head for the privy, I’m reminded of Aldrich’s warning from last night about Werewolves being on the prowl in these woods. Deciding to be careful, I us

he grunted, rubbing the spot, amused. “Don’t say stuff like that. I’m already dying inside.” But he wasn’t done. “Innocent, huh?” he murmured, leaning in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “That’s rich coming from the woman who kidnapped me, tied me to a bed, shoved a gag in my mouth and a black hood over my head, and then rode me like she was in a Wild West rodeo.” I made a strangled sound and buried my face in my hands. “That was different! That was fantasy-sex me who’s made bad decisions while drunk.”

Cael's POV The scent of lavender lingered around me. I tossed and turned in my bed. My wolf growling, and making my sleepless night worse. I should have tasted her at least once. Savored the storm that she is, the scent that owns me right now. The lavender, rain, and wild magic.. Fuck. My claws flexed beneath my skin, my wolf begging me to go find her. She’s a witch, for God's sake. I can’t let someone so stubborn and reckless, too bold for her own good, into out life. She’d complicate things, and damn it all, she is a witch!