Fantasy Feeders Novels & Stories

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

“And what exactly is this barrier?” “In our world, Celestria, we call it the Devourer. It’s like a black hole of magic. It sucks magical energy from our side to feed the magic needed on this side. The worst part is that its hunger has no limits. It wants every crumb of magic within reach, so the concentration of magic inside it is far beyond what any magical being could ever withstand. That monstrosity is so greedy that, once it realized it could steal magic from magical creatures after their death, it began infusing its hunger into them so they’d serve as its pawns. Everyone who dies in the barrier exists only to hunt magical creatures, kill them, and feed the Devourer.”

Every beat of my heart sent another wave of heat through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to stay upright as the light from the bowl spilled over, painting the world in gold and red. The moon above seemed to pulse in rhythm, its glow intensifying until it filled the clearing with blinding brilliance. Somewhere beyond the roar of my own pulse, I heard the magician’s voice again: “Blood to bind. Flesh to change. Spirit to awaken.” I felt something shift deep inside, where thought ended and instinct began. My wolf wasn’t there yet, but something was, a whisper, a shadow of her, pressing close to the surface.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Guided her down until she knelt on the plush carpet, wrists still bound behind her. Victor stepped closer, cock brushing her lips. “Open.” She did. He fed himself into her mouth slowly, letting her feel every vein, every throb. Jade knelt behind her, hands spreading Lila’s thighs wider, mouth descending to lick a hot stripe over her clit. Lila moaned around Victor’s cock, the vibration making him groan and thrust deeper. He gathered her hair in one fist, controlling the pace—shallow at first, then deeper, until she gagged softly, tears pricking her eyes.

Jasmine scooped in a quick breath, '...they chase each other endlessly around the bowl. I think Rhett and Scarlet did that, even after the book ended.' 'Perhaps they simply feel trapped,' He released her waist and slowly ran his fingertips up her arms, a feather-light touch that gave her the freedom to move if she wanted to. She didn't. She held herself completely still and the tiny little tremors under her skin told him how sensitive she was to his touch. Another swift intake of breath. 'No. They're happy fish,' she insisted.

The grazing scorch is agonizing yet mesmerizing. "This paradise and paraluman are beautiful," Azazel muttered. I furrowed my brows. Why was the word "paraluman" so familiar? "I could never ask for more... especially when paradise and paraluman combine together. It felt like magic. Thank you for accepting me again, Allura. I heard your prayers. Thank you for keeping the walkie-talkie like a treasure, and listening to my final pledges." He added. I listened to him saying those words to me like a mantra. A melody playing in my ears. It's like I could never want to leave this paradise ever again.

PROLOGUE There is a place on Eidolon that stands five stories tall. Beyond locked doors, dreams dreamt no more, the tenants await their fall. And on this day on “Eye-da-lon,” which waits five stories tall, vindication sweet feeds the hunger replete as the walls inside whisper Let’s eat.

The men responded in unison and led her out of his presence. Getting locked inside a guarded shed was not part of her initial escape plan, but if either Rowana or Timah could be allowed to come to her, she could still make some magic happen and work something out. The shed was right behind Nikjin’s longhouse and it was the only empty one in the lot. The others were presently holding dozens of beasts who were resting at the moment. The place stank and it looked like an abandoned zone. She wondered if the beasts were ever fed or if they were simply locked up without any form of sustenance and set free when they are needed by their master.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."