Fantasy Gay Romance Novels & Stories

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

“It is almost as if you have done this before.” Erin giggled when she thought of all the naughty things she had done in her future life that would make her present husband blush with embarrassment. “Would it make you more comfortable if I pretended to be shy?” “No, never. I prefer you this way; confident, bold, and imaginative. No other female has ever made me this… eager.” “And no other female should. You are mine now and I will not share you with anyone else.” He grinned and kissed her deeply. “Who would have thought that my fire-breathing wife is a jealous she-wolf too?”

My hands went around his waist as I hugged him from behind, kissing the patch of skin behind his left ear. “I see walking isn’t a priority now.” Lux chuckled. “I can’t wait to marry you again.” “Me too.” “Really?” “I am looking forward to the first night after all.” I smirked and Lux gasped as I groped his ass cheeks. “Crocell!” (Author's note: Hi. Hello, how are you? It's the first time I'm greeting any reader that may come across this work of mine and I am glad that you sticked with this book despite how novice I am. I hope you guys are enjoying. Leave a comment or a review if you can uwu)

Genre: Explicitly Steamy Fae Fantasy Romance Female Lead: Deerah Gav, Half-fae, sharp-tongued, former rebel healer Male Lead: Greco Roman, Dark, battle-scarred Prince of the Nightshade Realm, cold and unbending . . . Deerah Gav didn’t bow. Not when the Queen of the Moon Court branded her a traitor. Not when the high fae sorcerers burned her wings into ash for healing humans during the war. And not now, as the obsidian gates of the Nightshade Realm opened with a moan like bone cracking under pressure, revealing a fae prince with blood on his hands and shadows under his eyes.

If you find such topics uncomfortable, please consider carefully before proceeding. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book DOES NOT promote grooming. The story is based on forbidden relationships and taboo bonds. In the fantasy werewolf-dragon world, mates are one soul divided into two bodies. Unfortunately, for Jax and Xel, they are related as uncle and niece. The book deep dives into the romance of a werewolf and a dragon, and the emotional turmoil that arises when fate binds two souls that should never have been connected. It explores love, loyalty, identity, and the painful consequences of destiny’s choices. This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear unders

He grabs the shampoo and then my hand, tugging me into the stall with him. Rhys pushes me against his hard body, letting the water drench my clothes. He kisses me as water pours down our bodies, his hands roaming underneath my clothes. The rain outside is still pounding hard, the sound of water hypnotizing, but all I can focus on is his lips against mine and his magical fingers on my skin. His warm hand delves into my pajamas, invading my panties. He rubs my clit with gentle stokes, his lips still on mine. I grip his hand, grinding against his palm in desperation.]

“So what, I’m supposed to just… sit here? Knit scarves by the fire while you go hunting shadows? You can’t lock me up like some fragile doll, Damien.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to that tone that was more command than suggestion. “If it keeps you alive? Yes, I can.” For a heartbeat, their faces were inches apart, the air between them humming with something sharp and unspoken. Then he opened his door and stepped into the cool night air, breaking the tension as if it had never been there.

“Spread your legs for me. I find the thought of you standing their in stockings and high heels very exciting. I'm sure all those other people in the other hotel are excited as well. Don't you?” “Oh yes,” she whispered. She could feel his hands slipping down between her legs, parting her pussy lips. “The men are stroking themselves and wishing they were you, and the women are wishing they had your big cock inside them.” “Like this?” She felt him slide into her. It seemed to take hours for him to fill her entirely.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought: