Fae Erotica Novels & Stories

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

“I’m going to teach you the consequences of testing the limits of a member of the fae.” As fae, our sex drive was much higher than most, and usually a normal human couldn’t keep up with us, but I was sure as hell going to see if Tabitha was able to, especially when she was being so fucking forward. When we reach the bedroom, I throw her down on the bed and turn to dig in my drawer for a condom. However, when I turn back, I immediately drop it as I take in the sleeping woman on my bed. “No fucking way,” I hiss, moving forward and gently touching her cheek to see if she was fucking with me. “You did not..." I continue, though a soft snore escapes her lips before she rolls over to get away from

The air felt thick with the scent of sex,my arousal, their clean sweat, and that raw masculine musk that made my head spin. “Please,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate. “I need you both inside me. I want everything.” Jax’s dark eyes burned as he looked down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Lila. Spread open and dripping for us.” He ran his big, rough hands slowly up my thighs, spreading them wider, worshipping every curve. His thumbs traced the sensitive crease where my leg met my body, so close to my slick folds but not quite touching. I whimpered, lifting my hips shamelessly.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit adult erotica involving step-family taboo themes, including a threesome (MFM) with stepfather, stepbrother, and stepsister. Content includes intense sexual situations, rough sex, dirty talk. Carlis’s POV I thought we had the house to ourselves. The wedding preparations had everyone running around town, but Brian had me bent over the back of the couch, my sundress shoved up around my waist and my panties dangling from one ankle. His thick cock slammed into me over and over, stretching my pussy just right.

Laura began to pant. "I'm close, Tess, don't stop, please don't stop." Frankie heard this and slipped a hand up and into Tess. In seconds Laura groaned deeply and quaked. I watched as a torrent emerged from the union of her pussy and my wife's face. Tessa bucked her hips into Frankie's face and came as her friend jammed two fingers into my wife's pussy. The room already carried the strong scent of female pheromones.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

“How my cunt gets so wet just from thinking. How I imagine it's a man's cock…your real cock, stretching me open, filling me up.” A sharp intake of breath from the other side of the grille. "Maria, you mustn’t…” "It feels so good, Father," I pressed on. I know it’s wrong but If I don’t confess everything to you, who then. I shifted on my knees, letting my skirt ride up my thighs. The cool wood of the kneeler bit into my skin. “The way my clit gets hard and throbs. The way my pussy lips swell up and get all puffy, just begging to be touched. I get so drenched. I can smell myself, Father. That sweet, musky smell. It drives me crazy.”

she whispered when he reached for her shorts. Declan looked into her eyes. His gaze was steady. “I’ll be gentle.” He undressed her slowly. His fingers hooked into her panties and slid them down her legs. He touched every inch of her. His hands explored her flat stomach and smooth thighs. Then his fingers moved between her legs. He found her wet. He rubbed her clit in slow circles. Maeve moaned softly. The sound escaped before she could stop it. Wetness coated his fingers. He pushed one finger inside her. Then two. He stretched her carefully. Pleasure mixed with slight pressure. Maeve arched her back. “Declan…”

FAE And just like that, I was thinking of Carl again. I drew my breath at the assault of pain to my heart. I felt him tense, and it was so small that I could tell myself I was mistaken. But he took both my hands in both of his and raised them over my head until I was arching my breasts to him. He was tall enough that his mouth reached the tips effortlessly, and I was moaning, and he was moaning, his lower torso grinding on the spot between my legs. And I expected to feel soreness there, but how aggressively his mouth and hands were on my upper body was how gentle he was as he rubbed himself to me. He took a moment to take something from a drawer where he took the condom last night. And I tho