Female Possession Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her soaked red spandex panties clung obscenely to her swollen pussy lips, and a fresh trickle of her juices ran down her inner thigh. Asmodea’s voice purred inside her mind, smoother and stronger now that the possession was complete: Good girl. The game is over… but your real fun is just beginning. The football team is heading to the locker room, all sweaty, pumped up on victory, cocks already half-hard from watching you shake that tight little ass all night. Go to them. Seduce them. Turn every last one of those muscular studs into your personal cum-fountains. Emily’s lips curled into a wicked smile that looked far too sinful on her once-innocent face. The last traces of resistance had burne

“My husband had no right to give me away. Take me back. I have a son who needs me.” Rossi leans back in the leather seat, one arm draped across the back like we are on a date. His eyes rake over my body, lingering on my breasts spilling out of the lace bra. “Your husband sold you in under ten seconds. He does not deserve you.” His hand lands on my thigh and slides up slowly. “But I do. And you are going to learn exactly how good it feels to be owned.” I try to twist away. The movement only makes the balls roll deeper, rubbing against a spot that sends sparks shooting up my spine. A helpless moan slips out before I can stop it. Heat floods my face.

He did not stop until his hips pressed against mine and he was buried to the hilt inside me. The intense stretch and the way he filled me completely made my back arch off the couch. Damien groaned low and started moving with deep powerful strokes that made my heavy tits bounce inside the sheer bra. Every thrust pushed against the plug and sent sparks through my entire body. He leaned over me pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while his other played with my nipples. “Look at me while I fuck you Sophia,” he growled. “Tell me who owns this cunt now.” “You do,” I moaned breathlessly. “You own it Mr Voss… I am your contract cumslut… please let me cum on your cock…”

Yet, she thought, stroking him deliberately with her own slick sex, her whole body wanted nothing more than to arch her hips until she could push all of him inside her, letting it take her, possess her. That thought vibrated through her, possessing her. It made her stomach tighten and back tense, wringing electric pulses through her limbs. Did she want to be owned? No, she never had...but that word, possessed, she shuddered again, was different. Somehow it meant something else. Possess me, she whispered in her head. His hands obeyed, pulling her roughly against him, hard into his chest, his fingers pulling at her sensitive nipples. She could feel the pressure building inside of her already,

"Good. Because that's all you are to me now, Selena. A whore. A filthy little spy who thought she could play in the big leagues and ended up becoming my personal receptacle. You think you're going to survive this? You belong to me now. Every inch of that tight, wet body is mine to use, to break, and to fill whenever I goddamn please." "Draco... ah... fuck, please..." she moaned, her voice dissolving into a ragged series of gasps as my words struck a raw, degrading nerve. Her body shivered, a fresh flood of slickness spilling from her core and pooling against her thighs. Even now, broken and crying on the floor, the mention of my absolute ownership over her was turning her on all over again.

Using a claw, I slit her shorts so her pussy was exposed for easy access, then retracted my claw and let my fingers run against her opening. She was so wet for me. 'like all the boys she already fucked.' the thought invaded my mind. Images of her and Travis plagued me, and I wondered who else she had fucked. Her first mate, the Prince, Huniji? No, probably Mike. She was surrounded by so many men. I had an urgent and primal need to claim my mate, to own her and make sure she knew I owned her, and would never forget it. “Fuck I need to be inside you.” I hissed when I felt her warm channel clench the finger I probed her with.

And when I felt his lips softly trailing below my ear, I almost gasped. I clutched onto his shirt, my whole body feeling like mush under his touch. "You're so fucking beautiful." He whispered. I managed to open my eyes and found his just inches away from mine. And then something clenched over my heart heavily. He was drunk. Is this what he did with every other girl? Girls like Carla? Of course. I placed my hands on his chest and tried taking a step back. But he didn't let me. "Ace...please." I looked away from him, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Not just the slick, scorching heat of her. I had felt myself disappear into her. With every thrust. Every moan. Every fucking second of it— I had offered myself up. Or had she been the one taking? I thought I could handle it. I thought I was in control. But I was kidding myself. This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t just want. This was ownership. I inhaled sharply, dragging my hands over my face, fingers pushing into my scalp as if I could somehow force myself to stop thinking about her.

"So you imagined me fucked from behind, then? You would actually be okay with me fucking Neil? And in ways we ourselves never do? Jesus, you're one sick man. And I love it. Fuck do I love this new fantasy we've discovered. I was so wet for him. And when he put parts of his tip in, fuck... I was barely able to say no. And then he ate me out again like crazy. I never knew I was so sensitive in my ass... And little did he know, when he got back up... I would've let him if he had tried. I was so horny." I came right there, at her admittance. "If we keep this up, Isaac, I don't know, I might end up fucking him. I hope he brings condoms next time I see him."