Drarry 18+ Novels & Stories

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

“Kids? Adrain? Lillian? Are you there? We tried your cells but they went to voicemail. Just checking in…” Adrain didn’t miss a beat. He kept thrusting into me slowly but deeply, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. I tried so hard to stay quiet, but a needy whimper escaped my lips. Lillian, still tied and watching, moaned softly too as Adrain’s fingers found her pussy. “Hi mum,” Adrain answered casually, his voice only slightly strained as he fucked me. “Yeah, everything’s fine here.” I bit my lip hard, but another moan slipped out as he hit that perfect spot. “Ah—!”

“Dry off as much as you can.” I took it gratefully, dabbing at my face and arms. “Thank you. Really. Most people would’ve just driven past.” “Not when they see someone who looks as heartbroken as you do,” he replied gently. His voice had this calm authority to it. “I’m Daniel, by the way. Daniel Voss. I run a tech investment firm downtown.” “Aria,” I said softly, still wiping rain from my neck. The towel smelled faintly of his cologne something woody and expensive. “Aria Thompson. I’m… eighteen. Just had the worst night of my life.”

His body had been hot from the start, and now, stimulated by her expression, he was completely at his limit. He leaned close to Emma's ear and whispered, his deep voice clearly tainted with lust, "Emma, do you know what I've had to endure all this time? I gave you time to prepare yourself. Finally, you're eighteen." "What crazy talk are you spouting? I'm your daughter... how could you do such depraved and disgusting things to your daughter?" Emma said, trembling. Screaming and struggling had exhausted her, leaving her no strength to shout. Damien raised an eyebrow when he heard her, then chuckled softly. "You seem to like talking about 'daughter' a lot. I like it too. So, why don't you have

A few odd Reddit threads, a YouTube video about tantric healing, and a pop article about succubi. Then she got bold. “Are vampires real?” “Bite mark after sex with a vampire” “glowing after sex” A hundred results popped up, most of them ridiculous. Blog posts from teenagers, fanfiction, and clickbait articles. But then she found a forum post dated ten years ago. The title read: “Real Vampires Exist. I Was Fed On.”

I so fucking loved this. Dirty, cheating, forbidden filthy fucking is the best; the rush of a risk of Darla catching us, feeling betrayed, imagining her face when she found the man she was marrying the next day fucking her best friend's ass, god, that instead of making me feel pity for her, I was feeling more turned on. I reached for my clit and started rubbing it as once again I was about to squirt all over Darla's bed, sending another shiver down my back.

Strictly 18+. Note, this is a forbidden steamy dark romance with four alpha male.

Darenn yelled rudely at his older brother. "Kaelynn will be too old by then, so don't you think she and I are perfect for each other? We will marry instead of you," Daniel stated, and I gave him a side-eye. "No way! It's all right; I'll wait for Sir Darenn. Right, sir Darenn?" I said this while pinching sir Darenn's chubby face. "You didn't tell me you prefer a tiny boy, Kaelynn! You're a pedo! What a pervert!" Daniel said dramatically in front of us, so we just laughed at him, and then the door suddenly opened, showing a depressed-looking sir Daryl.

Drake said, his tone shifting to one of serious reflection. “Bring it on,” I shouted, my voice full of confidence and He laughed at my enthusiasm. In a sudden shift, Drake’s expression hardened, and he said seriously, “Watch out, everyone!!!” Hmmm, this story is about a certain slave werewolf named Daisy. A story that has ended, but life never truly ends until one dies. If the future chooses to reveal itself to us, we will navigate it as SLAVE FURY rather than SLAVE BY BIRTH. But if not, we will simply have to keep longing for it until we grow old and cross the bar.

Dad walks to the door, expecting us to follow him. “Are you all coming or not?” Mom walks in next. “Xandry, you’re the only single left, honey. Try dating seriously. Stop that manwhoring venture you and Pyke did before.” “Auntie.” Xandry groans, scratching his head. “Let’s go, guys,” Parker says, looking at me. I can sense the worry and tension in him. I give him a short nod, assuring him that everything will be fine. We ride in the same SUV as my parents. I hear Parker breaths deeply several times. He constantly bounces his knees and rubs his hands against his jeans.