Fantasy's Furniture Novels & Stories

Her mansion is purely vintage. The walls are bookshelves overcrowded with books, even the lengthy table in the middle of this space is occupied with books and blueprints of magic—just like how messy a mage could be. I laid the carrier on the table, silently, observing her motions that might seem alarming while she's performing enchantment to Hedwelch and Danteleon.

In fact, I was pretty sure I wasn’t even in my house because there was no way my family could afford the things in this room. For starters the furniture in the room was made of heavy, expensive wood. I could tell just by looking at it, that it cost a fortune. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling would’ve cost at least an arm and a leg, which obviously my Father couldn’t afford because he’d already sold his soul to the Devil. The baby blue walls of the room combined with the white furniture made me feel like I was in a fairytale. My eyes widened in awe when I took in the bed which was shaped like an oyster.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Maybe, if this is a fairytale, I am Little Red Riding Hood. And Richard Platton is the wolf. — The next day, I wake as though in a dream. The room around me, all paneled mahogany and glass and pearl inlay, is unfamiliar and beautiful. My bed is a four-poster, a chest at the foot holding my meager possessions — mostly drab work fare I've had for years, including my favorite, well-worn (too worn) TJ Maxx black work heels. I don't exactly fit the bill of princess, I suppose. But then, this isn't actually a fantasy.

It seemed to whisper promises of peaceful slumber. The other furniture in the room were spartan but functional, designed with a mindful balance of form and utility. A small, cosy armchair, upholstered in soft velvety green fabric, faced the window, the perfect spot to sit and lose oneself in the dance of leaves rustling outside, inviting a moment of contemplation and connection with nature.

A string of fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow and a touch of magic. The rest of the room was filled with a treasure trove of toys, each one meticulously chosen to spark Chloe's creativity and development. A colorful puzzle map of the world lay on the floor, continents a riot of colors and tiny illustrations. A collection of wooden building blocks stood proudly in a corner, waiting to be transformed into towering castles or fantastical spaceships. A basket overflowing with stuffed animals sat nestled beside a bookshelf crammed with colorful picture books.

The room was a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship, with plush furnishings and gleaming surfaces that spoke of luxury and sophistication. The furniture was upholstered in sumptuous fabrics and adorned with intricate detailing, while the walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape. The centerpiece of the room was a grand fireplace, its flames dancing merrily in the hearth as if welcoming Ayana into its warm embrace.

On the outside, it looked like an ordinary cabin, but inside it had all the latest furniture and appliances. The decoration was oak style, very modern. It featured multiple photographs of beautiful landscapes. The living room was surrounded by white L-shaped armchairs, in front of which there was a television attached to the wall and multiple sets of children's games. Between the furniture and the wall, there was a mini-library, in which there were multiple sleeves that caught my attention one hundred percent. "Wow!" said Viktor as he ran to the table where the multiple boy games were located. I for my part stood silently looking at the manga that were there.

As he takes me towards the playroom, a swarm of butterflies flutters in my stomach. He unlocks the door, and its sound raises goosebumps all over my body. I enter inside behind him, and as he switches on the lights, my eyes widen, seeing the things in the room which I have never seen before. There are different types of furniture: a chair with straps and a hole in the middle, a bench, a table, a bondage bed, an X-cross, and a few more. Shelves line the walls, displaying an array of intimidating equipment. “Done looking at the things, Kitten?” He asks, standing in front of me.

It was high-backed, deep cushioned, an antique, yet curiously not worn. Freya studied the room with awe. It was large, with a beautiful hardwood floor, each parquet piece a part of a larger mosaic. On three sides there were floor-to-ceiling shelves, completely filled with books, most leather bound, many very old. The chairs were comfortable, the small table, in between the chairs, an antique in perfect condition. The chessboard was marble, the pieces uniquely carved. "Drink this." Aiden said, appraising her with his eyes. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he appeared beside her with a crystal glass.