Fantacy Novels & Stories

“Now fuck me, Marcus. Ruin your best friend’s slutty daughter.” (This book "Sweet Sins Of Bella" will be continued as a book on it's own, this is just a snippet. Let me know in the review comment section if you're willing to read the continuation)

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

“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.

The pixie Magicians were putting fairy wings and they had their hair up in a beautiful bun. The dark magic were putting on incognito outfit that almost made them look invisible. “If you keep staring at them, you might turned into a rock!” A voice and a laugh came from behind me, and I turned around. “Oh, I am not into Medusa magic.” “I know, I was just joking. Nice to meet you. My name is Ana. I am kind of new here but I am into light magic.” She stretched out her hand to shake me. “I am Kirah. I am also new here. I am a Doxante Magician.”

“Fuck… you’re going to regret it, Cilia. Every insult. Every look. Every time you made me feel small.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural groan I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my stomach and chest. My cock pulsed in my fist, spilling again and again while the fantasy played behind my eyes. I kept stroking through it, milking every drop, thighs shaking. When it finally faded, I lay there breathing hard, cum cooling on my skin. The rage was still there, quieter now but deeper, settling but ready. She had no idea what was coming.

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

The gown clings to my legs as I move, the diamonds catching the light with every step, scattering its reflection across the floor. The crowd parts. A hush falls, just for a breath, before the room erupts into a ripple of bows and curtsies. For him. The vampire prince. Their prince. My stomach twists, but Rhysand’s hand tightens on mine, grounding me. “Bold, little one,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “They can see you, but they won’t know you. Not truly.” His spell hums beneath my skin, a warm pulse of magic that keeps our gazes sliding away from me.

Naughty-elle. He took out his phone and searched for Naughty-elle on only fans. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her sleeping figure. Gabrielle was a popular anonymous user on only fans with about one point four million subscribers. Her specialty was masturbating and display of sex toys collections. Mouth wide, he turned to her again and her eyes were open.

Adrian spotted a display near the back. “There. That whole section is fantasy themed. Dragons, unicorns, all that.” They made their way over and started pulling items off the shelves. Banners, balloons, paper plates with dragons on them, napkins, tablecloths. The cart filled up quickly. “This is so much stuff,” Kira said, looking at everything they’d grabbed. “Are we going overboard?” “Probably. But they’re only turning ten once.”