Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

I wondered why, but my magical beasts also said the same thing before. "There are many ways to other than hugging," I uttered. "A kiss on the lips, then?" "No way!!! Why are you even desperate for my affection anyways!?" "Then, is it important to receive affection from the ones you love?" "Okay, okay, I get it." "So… is it a kiss, then?" "Head pats." "Do that, and I will break your arm." She uttered. "Wha— now you are scaring me…! Why…!?"

My body seems not sated even after that one climax! I shook my head. “I’ll just stay at home.” “Then I’ll stay here, too.” he smirked. I fought not to frown. I think he is the one scheming something. “Okay.” I just said, letting go of my rising doubts again. I need to feed the mate bond with affection. Maybe I will try and cuddle with him later, or get sweet with him or something. What other affectionate activities can we do? “So… about last night.” I started a conversation since we’re done eating.

I flash her a reassuring smile. These are tomorrow’s problems, after all. Tomorrow’s grief. She is here beside me now. In this moment, I have all I need. I spear another apple bite. “Bite of Affa?” I say, offering the chunk to Annie, intentionally passing the fork near Efa’s mouth. Her snout goes full wolf, and she snaps the apple off the tines, scarfing it down with a very self-satisfied smacking of her lips. Annie laughs, low and sweet, and my muscles swell, whether from pride or the excitement she stirs in my belly, I can’t tell.

“That’s right. My husband loves it when I feed him. He wouldn’t be satisfied with just a small bowl of soup. I need all of it!” Oswald was stunned. Was this how young people show their affection? He had never seen anything like it. “S-Sure.” Oswald nodded and headed to the kitchen. Maia looked at Cedric and smiled sweetly. “You love it when I fed you, honey. There’s half a pot left. I can take my sweet time and give you what you want.” Since he loved it so much, she would let him have his fill!

Sitting, Anindira, making her small legs encircle Aefar's strong big waist. ''Don't be angry... Your lips don't have any taste, but... It's different in my heart. I don't know what to say... Maybe... Your lips are sweet, I don't know... What I know, is I like the sensation ... I don't even want to stop kissing you, so I just want to bite you.'' ''Bite me?!'' ''Yes…'' “Aefar don't! It will hurt... if it bleeds, I will find it hard to eat spicy...''

Aurelia "I'm full,"I exhaled out heavily, stretching my hand at Damon, stopping him from feeding me. He has been feeding me for a while like a kid, and I would say I really enjoy it. The way he wipes the food stain with his lips makes my heart flutter in happiness. I hope this doesn't end soon. I thought to myself as I stared at his charming face. I couldn't help but admit that I'm slowly falling for his charm at the moment.

It was a delicate dance of trust and intimacy, each bite strengthening the connection between us. As I fed him, I marveled at the way his features softened, his eyes shining with a vulnerability that was reserved only for moments like these. It was as if the act of nourishing each other physically mirrored the emotional nourishment we provided in our relationship. With every morsel, I fed not just his body but his soul, pouring my love into each bite. Lord, this shouldn't be happening. This isn't me but I'd save my resentment for later. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavors, his gaze never leaving mine. It was a silent conversation, the unspoken words of love, appreciation, and desire passi

he exclaimed, and I felt my heart flutter at the sight of his smile. I nervously bit my lower lip, trying to think of what to say. "Uncle Aiden, I'm sorry. I—" He cut me off, his voice gentle but firm. "Forget about it, baby. Just eat your food." He set the tray down beside me, filled with a warm bowl of soup and some bread. He sat close to me, leaning in slightly as he asked, “Can I feed you?” Okay,” I replied almost immediately, unable to hide the smile creeping onto my lips.

He swore. In a gesture of care and affection, Adrien called upon a maid to bring a carefully prepared meal for Lisa. With a gentleness that spoke volumes, he took hold of the utensils and fed her bite by bite, each morsel becoming a symbol of his commitment to nourish their relationship. The intimate act of feeding her served as a tangible reminder of his devotion, bridging the emotional flunctuation that had once threatened to separate them.