Darkseid X Reader Novels & Stories

Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web. Her attention then shifted to the right-hand page of the spread, where the formidable Dragon King, Phoenix Bronte Decker, graced the page. Astrid's attraction to this dragon was a complex interplay of fascination and admiration. His cryptic allure, akin to a magnetic force of nature, pulled her in like a moth to a flame. His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Sean had backed out of her hold and was busy making coffee for himself, not looking at her either. “Yes, he’s in Alaska.” Dezrael walked back to the table where she had been sitting earlier and looked back at him. He was five foot nine, not overly muscular and he was her husband. He didn’t actively practice the art of witchcraft, but he could if he wanted to, he too was born with Seidr blood in his veins. “I hate this,” he said and she nodded. “Me too, but you know how this works…” she replied and pulled the empty box closer to her.

"The Architects built this place to store the 'Unused Equity'. But the Reader... the Reader has found the 'Unmapped' scroll. The one where you stayed together." She pointed to a central pedestal, where a single, gold-and-sapphire scroll was pulsing with the frequency of Kaelen’s heartbeat. It wasn't a script; it was a "Being." "This is the 'Genesis Script'," Seraphina explained. "It’s the reason the Reader wants the second book. You have created a 'Spontaneous Narrative'—a story that the Architects didn't write. The Reader wants to see if you can 'Break the Fourth Dimension' again."

"I wonder all these years how you look like, and now here you are." "Your name is Mateo, right?" I asked while squirming away from his touch. "You're the seer seeker." "Yes, Samantha Grey. I am Mateo, and I'm a seer seeker." He crossed his arm and continued to study me. My foolish heart seemed to beat a little faster as he locked his eyes on mine. "You've seen us in the Dammed place." I whispered, knowing the answer full well, but I just need to confirm his answer." Why did you let us go?"

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

"Shouldn't take long." Tristan nods once, setting his napkin aside, beginning to rise. Panic hits me hard. I cannot be left alone right now. Not like this. I reach out fast and grab his hand under the table, squeezing tight. Leaning close, I press my mouth to his ear, my voice shaking with need. “Please, Mr Hale… I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to explode.” Tristan freezes for half a second. Then he turns to the investor with the same calm face.

His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing lightly—dominating, claiming. "Come on my cock, little sister. Scream for me." I do, orgasm ripping through me as he pounds relentlessly. He follows, filling me with hot spurts, growling my name. He unties me, pulling me into his arms. "You okay?" "Perfect," I whisper, kissing him. The romance blooms amid the kink—his tenderness after the storm. But I crave more darkness.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

He was the exact kind of supernatural predator she had warned me about since the day she drove me south. I sat there on the ground for long minutes, breathing through the ache between my legs and the louder ache in my chest. The golden scar still glowed faintly, a reminder of Drake’s touch and my own bad choices. I was twenty something years old and exhausted from wanting the wrong things. I wanted safety more than I wanted another orgasm that left me hollow. I wanted to stop lying to the woman who had buried her sister and still chose to raise me. I wanted out of this environment before it swallowed me whole.