Fairytale Erotica Novels & Stories

“Look at that. My cock sliding between your perfect breasts. You’re so fucking sexy, Riley. Doing this for me right in front of the window.” I picked up the pace, hips rocking steadily. The head of my cock peeked out the top with every thrust, bumping against her chin. Pre-cum leaked steadily, making everything slicker. “Spit on it, baby. Get it nice and wet for your tits.” She did, leaning forward to let a thick string of saliva drip onto my shaft. The extra lubrication made the slide even smoother. “Good girl,” I praised, voice strained. “You’re doing so well. These tits feel incredible wrapped around my dick. I’ll cum all over them soon, paint them nice and white for me.”

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

“It’s the same energy. Worship it. Tease it. Make her drip down your chin before you even put a finger inside.” She stood up gracefully, hooked her thumbs into her long skirt, and slid it down her thick thighs. Black lace panties followed, revealing her completely. Her pussy was smooth, puffy, and already glistening with arousal. My mouth watered. Elara sat on the edge of the velvet-covered table, spreading her legs wide. The crystal sphere sat beside her like a silent witness. “Come here,” she beckoned. “On your knees first.” I knelt between her thighs, staring at her wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky.

The duration of the kiss is longer than the first one, and it is the most thrilling thing I have ever felt on my lips. “Stop it. You’ve already caused me extra work,” she complains in her beautiful voice. But I can’t look away from her. “Colt, is she my mate?” He still doesn’t respond. Why isn’t he answering me? “I’ve been waiting for you.” I’ve never told anyone, but I’ve always dreamed of having a fairy tale life. Of having a princess I can love and cherish forever. “It hasn’t been that long,” she responds. Maybe not for her! I wonder how old she is? “Felt like an eternity,” to me, it has, anyway. No more talking. I need to be closer to her, I think, as I remove my shirt.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

her answer him “So you are a fairy?” he asked her. “Have you not figured it out, all those years?” Dexter, look at Shayne, and smile at her, he is actually a fool, not to realized Shayne is a fairy. With all those extra ordinary things, she has shown to him, no ordinary man can do those things. After thirty minutes or more, the whole camp is still quiet, all of them rest inside their respective tents, they are weak, and starving. They can do nothing, but just to wait. Suddenly the miracle comes, the rain come in total stop, the sun shine.

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

I went to grab her again but she skipped into the bathroom to turn off the taps. The water was deliciously hot and she'd put bath foam in. We climbed in and stretched out, champagne flutes in hands and I wondered if life would ever get any better than this. We chatted and drank and played footsie until the bottle was half empty and the water had cooled to the point where we wanted to get out. I dried her with a big, fluffy white towel and she did the same for me, being very gentle around my genitals. I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks.

"They were about the tools. But the fifth lesson... the fifth lesson is about the man. You’ve been fucked by machines, Clara. You’ve been teased by toys. But you haven't been claimed by me." He reached for a small bowl on the desk. Inside was a thick, dark substance that smelled of chocolate and something else, something I couldn't name. He dipped his fingers into it and began to draw lines across my skin—over my collarbones, down the center of my breasts, circling my navel. It was warm. I felt a sweet tingling sensation through out every fiber of my being. "You know what I want?" Tyler hissed, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin behind my ear. "I want you to walk down that aisle tomorrow k