Fae Erotica Novels & Stories

She moaned loudly, holding me tight. “It's so… deep…” she moaned, moving her waist to meet my cock. “I'm going to cum… Nghh…” she screamed. "Cum like a slut that you are, Ava," I said, with a dark voice. "I want to feel you cream on my cock." She moaned, her body tensing, tightening around me. I could feel her body convulsing, her orgasm washing over her. I continued to move, feeling her body respond to my touch, feeling her body milking my cock.

ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

I continued to bite and suck and moan as each one tasted better than the last. "Can you hear yourself? Do you hear her love? I think she's trying to seduce us." Liam laughed. "You wish, Liam." Hearing my moan grow louder as I licked my fingers, I blushed and heat went straight to my core. "Oh my....I am so so sorry." Apparently the longer I was in this realm, the more of my fae side would reveal itself. Unlike the human part of me, the fae part of me is anything but conservative. Sexual, playful, and sensual. Three words no one would have used to describe me are now surfacing like I’ve had this side to me my whole life. My Catholic guilt fought my faerie pride.

Elena Pov “Fuck…” I moaned softly as I felt my juices trickle down my thighs, warm and slow. My grip tightened around Jeremy’s picture, the edges bending under the pressure of my fingers as I held onto it like it was him. My back pressed against the doorframe, my body already trembling from the heat pooling low in my stomach. “Fuck, Jeremy… please, fuck me…” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless as I dragged my fingers down my thighs, my touch slow, teasing, making my breath hitch.

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

“Yes. Please.” The jeans came off. Then the panties. And Mikayla knelt between Rita’s legs like something sacred. Her hands trembled a little as she touched her — first over the mound, then gently between the folds. Wet. Hot. Rita gasped at the first brush of fingers over her clit. Mikayla looked up. “You like that?” Rita groaned. “You’re fucking perfect.” Mikayla bent forward, mouth replacing her fingers, tongue soft, slow, uncertain at first.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

It seems no matter how much money someone has, we are all flawed in our own ways. After what feels like forever, we are done and heading back to the office to drop our supplies off and clock out for the day. All I can think on the drive is how excited I am to get done and go home to my blissfully empty apartment. Watching Jesse easily carry all of her cleaning supplies always shocks me a little. I know she’s been working this job for a couple years, so it shouldn’t shock me, but she is so small compared to me that it makes it hard not to watch in minor awe at her strength. Fauns on average are between 4 and five feet which would make Jesse pretty average size for her kind. Compared to my nea

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.