Fantasy Smut Novels & Stories

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

Aghh Hmmm Wait… Don't stoppp… Please continue… Damn I love your dick! Was this really mum or someone else? She was muttering all sort of words, curse words and flirty words at dad making him to Increase each thrust like the other wasn't enough. He brought out his cock pouring all his sperm inside her as she squirmed. Their breathing both heavy. " Why didn't you cum inside me Sam?”she sighed. " Would you want to become pregnant and maybe stop this blissful fun we're having right now? these days?”

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

“No more lonely nights shaping what you crave. I’ll give it to you— every fantasy, every dark desire. But you must stay. Build with me. Let me fund exhibitions, a gallery of your own… as long as you surrender to this.” Tears of overwhelming pleasure and emotion pricked my eyes as yet another climax built. His pace quickened, hips snapping powerfully, filling the room with the wet sounds of our joining. I came hard, screaming his name, pulling him over the edge with me. He flooded my depths once more, hot pulses that sealed our bond as we clung together amid the half-formed sculpture.

I pushed a third finger in, stretching myself open, feeling that delicious burn. In my fantasy, he bent me over the kitchen counter, yanking my shorts down my ankles. I could almost feel the cool edge of the granite pressing into my hips as he freed his cock and rubbed the thick head along my dripping slit. I rolled onto my stomach, ass lifted slightly, face buried in the pillow so I could pretend he was right behind me. My fingers kept thrusting; three of them now, while my hips rocked back to meet every stroke. My pillow smelled of shampoo, but it was his scent that surrounded me. His big hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his cock as he sank into me

I imagined zipping down his fly, grabbing his probably engorged cock, feeling its hardness against my soft palm as I hear his low groans and smell his intense arousal. Believe me when I say I was no pervert, but from the very first day I set my gaze on this man, I found myself slowly drifting to my own little world where I daydream about the things his hands alone could do to me. Above all, I was happy to be his Mate, and thrilled that he was mine… and mine alone. ! WARNING: NEXT CHAPTER ― SMUT CHAPTER - UNLOCK AT YOUR OWN RISK-

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

“So, are you at least truthful to yourself? What others think doesn't really matter, you know.” Jeremy scoffed, shaking his head. “I bet you wouldn’t say that if you were in my shoes.” Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he reached down and snatched it up. A notification glowed across the skin, and staring at it, Jeremy’s jaw tensed. This was his final attempt to feed his fantasy, before he finally became married to a woman he wasn’t attracted to. And he wasn’t backing down without a fight. He asked for two more shots, and after downing them, he pushed to his feet, sliding a couple dollar bills on the countertop.

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."