Novel & Cerita Fairytale Erotica

Her lips stretched painfully wide around one fat head while another slapped her face with wet, meaty thuds, smearing more precum everywhere. She looked disgusting - Beautiful 'n ruined. Marcus could smell it all, the sharp tang of sulfur mixed with the heavy musk of their demonic precum. His spiked cage bit deeper into his throbbing cock as he watched. Then the dark atmosphere shifted. A new figure materialized in the corner of the room. A woman. A witch. Tall, deathly pale skin, long black hair floating as if underwater, blood-red eyes, and full cruel lips. She held a twisted bone wand that sparked with red lightning. Her beauty was terrifying; the kind that made you want to run and addicti

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!

Modern Fairytale© 2020 by Dazzling Star. All Rights Reserved Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. DEDICATED TO ALL FAIRYTALE LOVER…❤️

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

He said quietly, “Just be honest.” She typed slowly, “Yes. It is much larger.” Theo’s blood raced. She scrolled back up to admire the image again. He watched, breath caught in his throat, as she stared in wonder. Her wetness had darkened her panties. Another message arrived: “I want you both to consider me ravishing you. Ask yourselves... Does the idea of my cock pumping inside your beautiful body excite you? Be honest. We are adults. Fantasies are valid.” Theo’s head spun. His arousal throbbed beneath his shorts. He looked at Talia, her chest rising and falling. She met his gaze with lust sparkling in her eyes.

Hayden looked away for a moment and could only recall the time Lady Nixie, Queen Nivei's lady-in-waiting, approached him and asked if he could meet with Queen Nivei. He remembered Lady Nixie giving him a file with Leath Mayfair's information. It had everything from her birthday, favourite colour, her first day out of Silvenia, but it didn't say that Leath was not allowed to go back to Silvenia. Hayden thought that it was a simple task to make a rebelling kid go back but now is a different story.

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

Everything about her. "Do you want to recreate a memory? "I asked softly. Joana looked out the window, in the direction of the rain, then smiled at me. She let go of our hands and pulled her shirt, revealing her full breasts. She quickly pushed her own pants out of her legs and raised my hand. Totally ready for a rain shower, sex in the middle of nature, or just contemplate the world plummeting outside. "Everything you want, love," she whispered. "Always.” The End.

Lena exhaled sharply, hips lifting slightly. Nadia moved first. She slid off the sectional, graceful as a cat, and knelt behind Harper. Hands slid up Harper’s thighs, pushing the green silk higher until it bunched at her waist like a belt. Nadia spread Harper’s cheeks, exposed her completely—pink, slick, already clenching in anticipation—then leaned in and licked one long stripe from clit to entrance. Harper moaned into Lena’s thong; the vibration made Lena hiss.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”