Fantasy Feeder Stories Novels & Stories

Millicent would bring more than just snakes to a fight like this. “What the hell is that?” I asked, squinting as a creature stomps forward carrying a club. “It looks like the ugly sister of a troll,” someone snickered behind me. But then more of them appeared. “They must be something Millicent conjured,” I told Killian, not wanting to admit I didn’t know what they were. An almighty shriek hurts my ears as creatures appear carrying axes. Tala growls. I squint to get a better look. The creatures have pointed ears and huge razor teeth appear. I have seen nothing like them in my life. “What the hell?” I said, gulping.

It was as if the forest was alive with stories waiting to be uncovered. After a while, Jace opened his eyes and looked at his friends. “What if we create our own story based on what we hear? We could weave a tale about the spirits of the woods and the adventures they had.” “That’s a fantastic idea!” Elara agreed, her eyes lighting up. “We can each contribute a part to the story.” They took turns sharing their ideas, inspired by the whispers and the magic of the woods. Jace suggested a tale about a brave explorer who ventured into the forest to find a hidden treasure, guided by the whispers of the trees.

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

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I watched from the dark storage room, jaw tight. This was the exact scene I’d been jerking off to for months...Miss Donna bent over, taking it, those same tits I’d stared at all day now filling someone else’s hand. Kevin’s dad was living the fantasy I’d built in my head. The thought made my stomach twist. I wanted to be the one holding her like that, feeling her push back, hearing the small sounds she made when he hit deep. Instead I stood there with my forgotten bag in one hand, half-hard and furious. "Oh my..."

“Let’s go back and finish our tea. You can call Emma and have her pass it on to Tyson when she sees him at the house.” “What if they come on the porch with us?” Aggie asked as Aunt Freya led the way back to the house and their chairs on the porch. “They are fey dragons, not feral attack dragons. The most they will do is try to steal our treats or spill our tea. Go into the kitchen and get a bunch of grapes for them. They will focus on those and leave us alone,” Frey huffed as she dropped into her chair on the porch.

19-year-old Sean Mattews, recently known to be a werefox, shows up in class in his beast form- a two-tailed orange fox with golden eyes. He had just stepped out of a magic circle. His classmates (comprised mainly of humans and a few non-shifter paranormals who had already hit adulthood) were stunned to see him in that form. At the same time, many of the students, especially the females, found him very cute and even wished to touch him, but they held back and remained in their seats, fearing that he might not want their touch.

He pounded her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping her ass, while another vampire fed from her neck, drinking in deep, greedy pulls. Lilith straddled Freya’s face, grinding her dripping, blood-smeared cunt against her mouth. “Drink me while you get fucked, bride.” Freya obeyed, tongue-fucking Lilith’s hole and sucking the blood that trickled from fresh bites on her inner thighs. The taste was coppery, sweet and addictive and made Freya’s head spin with power.