Fate Grand Order Hentai Story Novels & Stories

The pleasure built, not like a sudden storm, but like a slow, rising tide, destined to drown her completely. “Now,” V grunted, his voice thick with his own approaching climax. “Now, my Queen. Take your final tribute with me.” At his command, the other men moved in. Goliath and the fifth man stepped closer, stroking their cocks. Doc knelt beside her head, his own erection in hand. They didn’t touch her, but they surrounded her, their presence a cocoon of raw, masculine energy. They began to come, one after another, their hot cum landing on her oiled skin, painting her breasts, her stomach, her face in thick, white ropes. It was a final, visceral anointing. A baptism in their seed.

I want User 677 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster. “Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.” He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep. I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow. “You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.” Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 677 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

"Show me how deep you can take it. Imagine it's my cock stretching you, filling you up." I moaned louder. Fingers pumping. Wet sounds filling the room. "I'm going to immortalize this," he went on. "Your fingers buried in your cunt. Your clit throbbing. That little tattoo screaming that someone else owned you once but now it's mine to paint. Mine to look at every day." My pussy clenched around my fingers. I was close. "Add another finger," he ordered. "Three, stretch yourself." I pushed a third in. It burned a little, felt so full. I cried out.

His hand came up and brushed a stray snowflake from my cheek. “They have excellent taste,” I said, leaning into his touch for a fleeting second. “They want me to tell the First Moon story.” His smile widened, and the pride in his eyes deepened. “Of course they do. You give the old tales new breath.” He glanced around the hollow, at all the bustling activity, then back at me. “Everything coming together?” “I think so. Martha and Elara are geniuses. The banner…” I trailed off, feeling a flicker of that nervousness return. “I chose the motif. A seed breaking open beneath the moon. Growth from darkness.”

Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.

“This hole is mine now. I’m gonna breed it every day until you forget your own name.” Skin slapped against skin, loud and obscene. He reached around and stroked my cock in time with his thrusts, driving me insane. “You feel that?” he rasped, leaning over my back. “My cock owning you. Say it.” “It’s yours,” I gasped, broken. “Fuck…your cock owns me. Breed me, Vincenzo. Please…” He fucked me harder, relentless, hips slamming forward. “That’s my captive. Begging for my load like a good little whore.”

My heart was pounding hard but I pushed myself up onto shaky arms and moved on my knees, until I was positioned in the V of his spread thighs. The bulge in his trousers was right at my eye level. I could see the detailed outline of it now and the dark patch of moisture seeping through the fabric at the tip. “The sacred art of fellatio is a profound act of contrition,” he began, his voice taking on that holy cadence again, though his eyes were blazing with a purely human fire. “It is the willing submission of one’s own body to channel and pacify the divine fire that purges sin. You will take my cock into your mouth, Alice and learn to worship it with your lips, your tongue, and your throat.”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡