Dark Sonic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

The sound of his hips slapping against her ass mixed with the ocean waves, creating an obscene symphony. Damian leaned over her, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat — not choking, but holding her possessively, tilting her head back so he could growl in her ear. “That’s it. Take my cock like you were made for it. This pussy is mine tonight. Scream for me.” He fucked her harder, faster, the wet squelching sounds filling the air as her arousal coated his shaft and dripped down her thighs. His free hand reached around to rub her clit in fast, firm circles, pushing her toward the edge with ruthless efficiency.

I screamed into the dark room, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets as they moved in a perfect, punishing rhythm. “You belong to us, Sophia,” Damien growled in a feral whisper against my ear, his hips slamming hard against my backside as he thrust deep into my ass. “Not to Victor Kane. Not to any other man in the world. Only us.” “Say it, Sophia,” Alexander demanded, his jaw clenched tight as he fucked my pussy harder and deeper, forcing me to look into his burning gray eyes. “Tell us exactly who you belong to.” “I belong to you!” I moaned loudly into the quiet night, my head rolling back as a massive, shattering climax hit my body. “Only to both of you! Always!”

He arched his neck, his body becoming as taut as a bow, his muscles corded and straining. I hammered into him, my vision blurring, ready to blow. I was lost in it, lost in the heat and the way he felt around me. “Yes! Damian!” he cried out, his voice reaching a crescendo as he spent himself, white streaks hitting his own chest. I came right along with him, a blind, white-hot explosion that left me gasping for air. But as the ringing in my ears faded, the air in the room suddenly felt like it had turned to ice.

Libia grabbed her phone, and when she looked at the screen, she realized it was exactly two in the morning. Lison seemed very still, as if he hadn’t moved from his spot all night. The encounters with him were always otherworldly. From the first time they were together, she openly showed her masochistic tendencies. She genuinely wanted to heal and put effort into it, but Tiodor was the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with, which only made her more infatuated with the idea of being his heroine, the woman who would bring him back to the right path.

It was too loud, a pounding that assaulted his ears. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Damon roared in confusion as he sat up in bed, his eyes slamming shut as he came in his hand. His eyes snapped open, his breath sputtering out as his throbbing cock continued to spurt jet after jet out, his heart thundering and sweat trickling down his face, neck and back. He groaned quietly as his cock gave one last jerk into his hand.

The room once again filled with fresh, broken screams as they started brutally using Silas and Kai, keeping the sounding rods buried deep in their cocks the entire time. I turned away from the sight and walked toward Damien. He was lounging on the large leather sofa, completely relaxed, a cigarette between his fingers. His eyes followed me with dark satisfaction as I stopped in front of him. “Did you have fun, my love?” A dark smile spread across my face. “Yes. I did.” He reached out, grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me onto his lap. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, our tongues sliding together as the sounds of screaming and flesh slapping continued behind us.

The echo of her laughter, once a pleasant ghost in the penthouse, was now a deafening, tormenting sound that pierced my self-imposed isolation. I was finally alone. And the silence was suffocating me. (Sophia’s POV) The taxi was a blessed cocoon of noise and movement, separating me from the brutal finality of the penthouse. The window wipers struggled against the torrent, creating a hypnotic, rhythmic scrape that was far kinder than the thud-thud-thud of the suitcase. I sat in the back, leaning against the window, watching the rain-streaked cityscape pass by. I had to accept the truth: Damien had chosen the contract over the connection. He had chosen the Ice King over the man capable of inti

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

“This room is soundproof, Babe. You won’t wake our daughter. Keep making those beautiful sounds for us.” “Never,” She gasped as she reached for him. “Make all the sounds you want,” he smiled as he stroked his cock. “We love it.” “More,” She pleaded, “please.” “Open that pretty little mouth, Babe,” he smirked and when she did he slid his cock into it then groaned as she automatically started sucking. “Fuck Babe, you’re goddamn perfect.” “This is going to be intense Baby,” Daemon said as he pressed into her back while playing with her nipples. “If it’s too much just say so and I’ll stop.”