Fae Erotica Novels & Stories

Ferrara "Oh Don, please, take me harder." Katya pushed back her ass against my cock, her hands bound behind her as her tits juggled in front of the mirror. Fuck, it was the most sexy sight that it drove me to a state of insanity, and I knew that I wasn't going to last long. Not by a long shot, And certainly not with the erotic sounds that Katya was making, or the way her ample breasts juggled and her hole sucked me in with eagerness.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

he sighs. “Very interesting. You know you have a very human understanding of sexuality for a half-fae? Most fae who I have met don’t label themselves as humans do. They are what humans might label as pansexual. It’s a good thing your brother is more fae or his mates might lose out. I hear fae have sweet and addictive love juices, they will be lucky indeed,” I purr as I run my hand over the shoulder of the elder and less fae Addams brother before whispering, “What do you say, brother-in-law?”

Each withdrawal was a slow drag, each plunge a deep, claiming possession. Above her, Leo fisted his cock, sliding it over her lips and cheeks. “Open.” She did, and he pushed back into her mouth, fucking her face in rhythm with Kael fucking her pussy. Tears welled in her eyes from the intensity, the sheer, vulgar reality of it. Sasha climbed over her, straddling Abegail’s face. She wore no underwear. The musky scent of her arousal filled Abegail’s senses. “Your turn to taste, bestie.” Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth.

The fae fabric, as intuitive as ever, switched into a tiny black négligée that was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen or worn. Eli must’ve thought so too, because he growled low in his throat, and it sounded like approval, as he buried his face between her breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he pushed them snug against his cheeks and licked her sensitive skin for a moment before gradually pulling back and pushing her breasts together the rest of the way. He flicked his tongue across her nipples in a continuous swipe as he moved his head left and right in a consistent pattern that had her arching her back and moaning aloud. The power was surging in her, but she was more focused on him and his

Succubus fluid could be used as a sexual aphrodisiac. “That must be rather unpleasant,” Emma mused. “He is in constant agony, but his pain is my pleasure,” Terra said. She laid on her back and spread her legs exposing her smooth gleaming pussy while grabbing the man’s leash. “Fuck me like you really want water!” The man had to use his hips to guide his cock into the creature’s fleshy folds because his hands were tightly bound behind his back. It took him some moments to slide his shaft into the Terra’s pussy and when he did, he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Isadora remains at my back, unmoving, but I can feel her gaze on me. “You bled,” Leticia remarks, holding up the sheet she’s pulled from the bed. My blood has dried on it in a strange pattern, like a map of the Kingdom of Eris before the fall. “Purity from a Fae? How unexpected. I’ve always known your kind to be promiscuous, unloyal, and lovers of defilement. Most were also into sodomy. How crude.”

But the contrast of her pale skin, dark red hair, freckles, and pale, almost hidden nipples was an exotic, erotic tableau not easily found. “If people only knew,” she told herself in the mirror. She had another date with George in a couple of hours. Fia wondered what they were going to do. She was excited and scared. She liked that feeling. While Fia had always considered herself open-minded and sexually adventurous, in her heart she knew that, really, she wasn’t. All her partners had always been men. She liked vaginal sex. She only owned one vibrator and no other sex toys. Even her sexiest lingerie leaned toward practicality.

Every swirl of my hips and his hand pushing me deeper made my moan echo against the bathroom walls. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. This was the best feeling I've ever had. And hearing those little satisfactory moans that slipped from his throat made the fire inside me burn brighter. “Oh… fuck me…” I groaned as I moved faster, his shaft brushing against my clit with every thrust. His mouth moved to my nipple, and I arched into him even more, raising my chest to meet his mouth. He sucked the life out of me. The gross feeling of the Fae's touch disappeared into nothing, replaced only by his warmth.

He stared at the button for a second, then pressed it and completed the payment. The feed opened at once. Explicit photos and short videos filled the screen. In one set she posed on a bed with nothing on, hands cupping her breasts, legs parted just enough to show everything. Another series captured her from behind, bent forward, looking back over her shoulder. There were close-ups of her wet fingers trailing between her legs, and videos where she spoke to the camera while touching herself, her expression shifting from teasing to focused pleasure. Every image and clip was clear, well-lit, and unmistakably her. “Fuck…”