Does Fourth Wing Have Smut Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes forcing the corners of my lips not to rise, pulling myself of the machine I had been sat on for the past hour throwing Four the towel he had handed me, allowing him to wipe the non existent sweat from his stomach. I allowed myself to sneak a few mere seconds to glance at Four, I blame the butterflies in my tummy I feel around him on the mate bond but there was no denying that this man wasn't constructed by god himself. I quickly advert my eyes when I feel his glance on me, the last thing I wanted was for his head to grow even larger.

He grabbed my waist and whirled me around, so that I was the one on top. Next to the bed was a looking glass, and we both stared into it. I saw the bloody wounds on my back. Sprouting from them were four tiny black nubs. “Look, my pet,” Salem whispered. “They won’t be able to control you anymore.” The wings ripped out of my body like blades. I bucked my hips, and with each gyration my wings had another spurt of growth, until they were large enough to support my size. Salem was ecstatic. He reached out and stroked them, and my perversity was such that even this felt pleasurable.

“Camilla gifted this one to her.” She goes quiet. Her skin feels warm as my fingers brush her skin to open the stubborn knots. I place the wings on the counter and rub the string imprint on her shoulder. “Oh…“ She stifles a moan and holds onto the countertop for support. Her voice hit right at my cock. “Wings were heavy,” I mutter, to ignore the surge rising inside my pants. I should move away and give her some space. But I can’t help but breathe in her intoxicating scent. How the hell boys keep their hands away from her?

It’s just… I look at the words on my skin once more, so Phoenix covers it up with his hand again. Everybody in the shifter community thinks it. It doesn’t matter if the wound will go away or not. Everybody already knows it. “It’s not true,” Phoenix growls. “Why else would I have four mates?” I ask, casting my gaze downward. “If I’m not…” If I’m not a slut. I can’t say the words, but I can think them.

Opening my mouth to say the safe word I'm stopped, his hand strikes again, a moan escaping my mouth as I grip the table. "Four." Fuck even attempting to say it, this is too good not to enjoy, his hand hits a final time and I feel the wetness building between my legs "Five" His hands grab me and spin me around to face him. "See, now Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious is not a safe word, a real one please." My mind begins thinking of a safe word. "Okay, how about cactus." I don't even know where that came from, but there it is, cactus, he looks almost amused at my suggestion but doesn't decline it.

I erupted with a savage growl, ropes of cum shooting across her tongue as she swallowed hungrily, milking me dry with suction and strokes until I was utterly drained. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting and slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of our depravity. Reality started to seep in, cold and sharp, around the edges of the bliss. "That was—" I began, but she silenced me with a finger. "A one-time mistake that never fucking happened," she said firmly. "Marcus can't know, your girl can't know. This was just... Scratching a hitch." I nodded, but deep down, I knew the lie would fester, a bomb waiting to detonate.

They slipped on transparent plastic aprons. “On your stomach first,” Freya commanded softly. They slowly peeled my leggings and panties down my thick thighs, exposing my smooth, plump ass and already-wet pussy. “Fuck, look at this perfect ass,” Jess moaned, spreading my cheeks wide. “Completely waxed and ready.” Freya ran her bare fingers over my tight pink hole. “So pretty… and already twitching. Have you been watching naughty videos, thinking about women playing with your holes?” I moaned loudly as Freya pushed one slick finger deep into my ass. “Oh god… Doctor!”

Topped it off with strawberries and blueberries. Gourmet queen behavior. Just as I sat down with my smoothie, a dark gray smoke started swirling in my living room. I froze. That wasn’t how Paimon usually appeared. He just popped in like a rude magician—not this dramatic fog machine crap. My eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. I placed my smoothie on the table and backed away slowly, then bolted for the bathroom, peeking from the crack in the door. A few seconds passed, then a set of green wings emerged from the smoke, followed by a tan hand with disturbingly long, white claws.

she purred. Licking her lips, April crawled over and began slurping my cum out of Kim’s flower, making her mother moan. Once she had drunk up every last sperm, she removed the strap-on, hungry for a cream pie of her own. She got down on all fours, head lowered, shaking her ass at me. Kim kneeled beside her, running her tongue around April’s asshole while working her fingers in her slit. She looked at me, spitting on her daughter’s asshole and spreading the lips of April’s pussy to show me her pink insides.

“Don’t act like you don’t want him.” “I…shut up.” I covered my face. “Stop reading my hormones.” She laughed. “Okay but honestly…who do you like? Out of the four.” I pouted. “I don’t know. And I don’t want to choose. Would I be a hoe if I wanted all four?” She laughed… then stopped. “You’re serious.” I nodded slowly. “I want all of them.” Silence. Then she whispered, “You’re trying to start a war..”