Erotic Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

“My fucking princess.” I looked back down and eyed her pussy as I made love to her. It was so erotic and with each thrust, she clenched tighter. She was going to come soon and so was I. I thrusted faster and pressed my finger against her clit, playing with it. She thrashed under me as my finger moved. My cock ached at how she responded to my touch and my heart fluttered as she made sounds. I wanted to hear more, to hear the sounds she made when I touched her, when I kissed her and when my cock was inside her.

“Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the filthy little thing you are.” God. Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright. My nails dug into his skin and Alaric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic. I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I was making. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

He feels the subtle tensing of her muscles beneath his touch. His fingers explore, tracing the soft, delicate skin, moving higher, unerringly. He feels the dampness immediately, a warm, slick welcome. She’s soaking. The realization hits him with a wave of exhilarating confirmation. Despite the hate in her eyes, despite the desperate struggle of her body, her desire is undeniable, a physical testament to the raw truth he’s always suspected. The scent of her, sharp and musky with arousal, fills his nostrils, intoxicating him.

Because she was only trying to respect the wishes of her future Luna and Princess, and I still needed her help. This revelation provided me with the perfect opportunity to begin getting my little mate acquainted with the world she had been fated to, simply by being my mate. A world it turns out, she was already secretly attracted to. Among the archives I had brought with me from the Royal library, I had brought some diaries converted into a form of novels. They were from some of the most historic Lycan leaders. And with them, their epic love stories. Stories detailed much like an erotica fictional novel. Perfect material, to teach my princess without the pressures of reality crashing down ar

But she stayed still, letting the control, the anticipation, the tension build inside her. And as Eric moved behind her one final time, brushing his fingers lightly down her spine, Jane knew she had crossed a line she could never return from. She was his. All of her senses, all of her thoughts, all of her desire belonged to him,her pussy cried for his touch,her nipples now reddish. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am yours.” Eric’s hand hovered at her shoulder, light and commanding. “Good,” he murmured. “Because this… this is only the beginning.”

His hands went automatically to my hips to catch me, and the second his rough palms touched my bare skin where my tank top had ridden up, we both froze. The contact sent electricity shooting through my whole body. My wolf howled in satisfaction, pressing closer, wanting more. I could feel every hard plane of his chest and stomach against me. Could feel the heat radiating off him—wolves ran hot, but dominant Alphas ran even hotter. Could smell his scent wrapping around me, dark and woody with an undertone of something wild. And I could feel his cock, already getting hard, pressing against my inner thigh. “I missed you,” I whispered against his neck, breathing him in.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

I slowly relax as his hand trails around my body, the thought of Jackson slipping to the back of my mind, knowing if he wanted it to stop, he would stop it. I feel Marcus’ lips kissing down the back of my neck, slowly along my shoulder and around, until he is standing in front of me. Every touch is teasing, so gentle, yet it makes me want more of him, not the more I feel when I am with Jackson, just more of Marcus’ touch. “I don’t like Sir, only Master, and while I know you love being called Slut I rather like Kitty or Whore, but whichever I use is referring to you, do you understand?”