Fae Erotica Novels & Stories

I knew that somewhere in the world there would be someone for me and that I would no longer be alone. Even if it wasn't Joana, I had hopes of finding someone who would let himself be carried away in the same way he was with us, natural and without major interests. However, I noticed that it wouldn't be the best kind of subject after sex like that. We were both a mess. Her hair was moistened and stuck to her head, and mine gave me the privilege of being very short so as not to bother. Some hickey marks were on Joana's neck and breasts. In fact, her pink and extremely attractive nipples were very reddish.

Fade looked at the unmanly tool of Maru and her eyes were devoid of reason. All she could feel was the intense lust in her loins. Heat emanated from below and the familiar scent of arousal mixed into the open to further intensify the already erotic atmosphere. She did not resist her impulses and made use of the hard fuck stick that was proficiently roused by her smooth silky hands. Fade stood astride Maru before she slowly descended to the path depravity. The boy beneath her could only sense and a gripping sensation of a very tight passage that squeezed from time to time in a familiar dance that was as old as time itself.

Stream after stream filled her up. Fuck. That was so fucking intense. Having both of us definitely doubled her pleasure. I was fairly certain that she would be wanting this each full moon. Hell. I would be more than happy to get some toys for her to play with in case she wanted this outside of the full moon. “Dante, guess what our Little Fae gave us?” Byron asked, smirking at me. I hummed because my mouth did not really understand how to speak just yet. “Our sexy girl enjoyed herself so much that she squirted her excitement all over my cock. Looks like we did something right.”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

I was placed on the floor, my shorts being removed by Leo and my T-shirt being tossed aside by Elijah as both of them attacked my boobs each. I couldn't believe this. Both Father and son were feasting on me as my pussy got wetter. Leo took his hand downwards and began stroking my clit through my panties, teasing my hole as I arched my back. Elijah kept on feasting on my nipples like it was his favorite meal as I reached downwards for his cock through his trousers. I could feel him hardening in my hand as I moaned. "Fuck! You are so desirable and I want you too." Elijah removed his mouth from my nipples and whispered into my ears, biting my earlobe hard in the process.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

The one behind me pulled back almost all the way, then pushed back in with a deep, steady force that made me cry out. I arched my back, my breasts bouncing with every movement, my body caught between them. My nails dug into the shoulders beneath me, leaving red marks on his skin as the fae behind me spread me even wider. They started to find a rhythm. One pushed in as the other pulled out, filling me, stretching me, over and over again. The sensation was like fire and lightning at the same time, too much and not enough, making my cries grow louder with every thrust. My body shook, slick wetness pouring out of me, dripping down my thighs, soaking the one beneath me as he groaned in hunge

But my body wasn't responding. Fael leaned down. There was bold frustration in his eyes. My heart sank when he jutted his chin toward me in disappointment so thick I could taste it in the air. "Never. Never Seraphine. Do you hear me?" I whimpered, his grip on my cheeks was too firm. "Never have I had to use any lubricant with any of my women. But with you, it's like a recurring rite for fuck's sake!" "Fael. Please. Just... give me a moment. If you allow me to—"

He lined his dick at Fae’s entrance and thrusted into her. She moaned a mixture of pleasure and pain as she tried to adjust to his huge size inside of her. Her muscles began to relax as he began to move in and out slowly. One finger became two. Then three. As Santa slammed into Fae, his hand digging at the flesh in her ass, his other finger was pumping Missy rapidly. Both elves moaned and gripped the bed, their orgasms building as Santa fucked them mercilessly. “Fuck! Daddy! I’m…” Fae breathed as Santa gave her ass a firm slap. She shook violently against him as he pulled out, circling on her clot vigorously.