Novel & Cerita Fantasy Novels For Adults

But he was not finished. “You feel it, don’t you, little witch?” he purred, voice like smoke curling around my ears. “My essence is already changing you. Making you hungry for more.” Before I could answer, shadows exploded from his back. They were not normal shadows. These were living things. Thick, black, glistening tentacles that moved with sinister grace. They wrapped around my wrists and ankles, lifting me effortlessly into the air. The texture was warm and slick, almost velvet-soft but impossibly strong. They spread my legs wide, exposing my cum-dripping pussy completely.

My eyes rolled back, my thighs trembled, and I instinctively reached up, squeezing my nipples while struggling to steady my breathing. “You see? I can fulfill every one of your fantasies, Helen. You just have to tell me, and I’ll fuck them right into you.” Tom’s words came out in a low, husky murmur as he continued driving into me. The relentless rhythm echoed through the air, every thrust making the chair creak beneath us. “Yes… I’m almost there… Please… make me cum.” I pleaded, my voice breaking as another shiver raced down my spine. My pussy quivered around him with every powerful thrust, and my grip tightened until my knuckles turned white.

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.

Every time I brought up another dark romance, another obscure vampire lore theory, another fantasy where the heroine begged to be drained while she came undone, they would groan and roll their eyes. “Elena, for fuck’s sake, you need to get properly fucked by a living, breathing man instead of jerking off to fictional undead dick,” my best friend had laughed the last time. But she didn’t understand. Nothing—no toy, no lover, no late-night fling—had ever come close to the aching, throbbing need that vampire fantasies stirred in me. The surrender. The possession. The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you.

She sighed slowly when the driver opened the door ushering her out, "Thank you, she murmured softly. Back in his office Daylan lifted his feet on the desk with his legs crossed as he leaned back on his luxurious leather chair, Faye absence was instantaneously tangible. He felt the emptiness close to his heart, the idea of lunchtime stroll holding hands with Faye looks appealing to him, he pictured her adorable face as she wore heels on a sexy see-through gown as she posed seductively. He wants to see her naked flesh lying on the cool satin sheet of his king size bed, he groaned trying to ease the tightening beneath his trouser.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

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He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

Cautiously she picked the book up, ‘Rules For Immortals’ She read out loud and sat in the chair opening the first page she began to read and was soon engrossed. In the shadows her Mother watched her eyes soft with love, ‘With eighteen years Your time is come Enchantress rise Thy powers hard won Girl to woman Memories held deep The locket will open No tears to weep The spell now broken All locks are open Find your Beast Beauty Love’s kiss your only duty’