Cyberpunk Fanfic Novels & Stories

I tap the entry. Summary: Subject experienced a lucid erotic scenario involving an authority figure (Visual Match: Alex Reed). Setting: Server Room / Data Center. Key Elements: Sensory play, code projection on skin, temperature fluctuation. My blood turns to ice. I read the detailed description below. "You are standing in a room filled with humming black server racks. The air is freezing. Alex walks in. He is not wearing glasses. He touches your bare arm, and glowing blue binary code scrolls across your skin where his fingers trail. He whispers that you are the source code. He pushes you against the server rack. The metal is hot against your back, burning..."

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

Visions: him pinning me like this, cock ramming balls-deep, stretching till I screamed, cum flooding my womb. Snapped—orgasm brutal, pussy convulsing, clamping fingers like a vice. Squirted hard, arc hitting the mirror, thighs quaking uncontrollable. Waves crashed, one after another, clit pulsing under thumb. Collapsed panting, fingers trapped deep, milking aftershocks. Licked them clean—musky, addictive—whispering his name like a prayer. But as sleep tugged, phone buzzed. Uni boy: "Back soon? Need that ride again." Smirked. Jake thought he owned me. They'd both learn—I'm the one who rides.

On the screen, a little blonde nymphet in a white, cowl-necked gown cut so that the front fell between her breasts to below her belly button, was bopping away in a manner that should have displayed her assets to all the world. Won't you stay? Won't you lay? Stay forever, and ever, and ever, and ever. La, la, la... Julia had no idea who the girl was, but she had a body to die for. She looked a bit like the girl that ran the coffee shop, but with less chest. I just can't get you out of my head... Flickering images of Lucy's face looking up with her tongue busy on Julia's clit danced before her eyes. She same image, but she could see Michael pumping into the blonde's pussy at the same time.

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Sharp fingernails drew blood digging into his sides and back. He discovered heaven deep inside his mate. Withdrawing and then slowly sinking back into paradise, he began a sensual steady rhythm. Her legs tightened around him; her fingers sank into the muscles of his butt urging him to move faster. The little control he had finally snapped. His teeth sharp and deadly sank into the curve of her neck, drawing blood. It streamed through his cells, traveling, expelling sparks of white-hot energy that careened straight to his groin. Their release exploded and her cries mingled with his.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

Lycidas hissed. Like what I've just said, Lycidas is still that pretty little boy who staggered and tottered toward me, holding a dead rat and a human's head in his hands, begging me to give him a twirl. He was like a loyal puppy, following me everywhere. He'll never betray me or tell my secret to others. "Father, are you listening?! That human girl is Lucas' mate! Lucas wants to secretly get married to that human girl and they will have human babies! He wants to put an end to our species because he's a selfish bastard that can't keep his dick in his pants!"