Female Possession Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Alessandra Franco POV He’s a man possessed. I think I am, too. Something takes over my body. Something carnal and feral and downright animalistic. He lets go of my wrists and my hands fly to his hair. He bites down on my lip. His greedy hands grab my ass, hook under my thighs, nails scraping over my skin. I don’t recognize the sounds I’m making, every wanton moan a facet of myself I didn’t realize I possessed.

“What about the sacrifice?” “Jessabella has run her course. Look at her, taking four males at once; she has gotten too brazen with her body.” He indicated his current favorite, the Greek female with her dark hair and skin currently taking a dick to the mouth as well as her ass, using her hands to pump two other members. I watched for a minute, my dick twitching in my pants and eager to join in. “Such a filthy little whore.” I nodded in agreement, liking the idea of stabbing her in the heart.

“Fuck, spank me more. Please, more!” My hips jerked, twerking back for him. “My pussy… spank it too,” I begged shamelessly. I was too far gone to stop, too far gone to care. My body was his, my soul was his. I wanted him to own me forever. The truth burned inside me like sin, like a curse I couldn’t fight. God, I was in love with my cousin and I was in love with the way he fucked me. “Can my pussy belong to you forever?” I breathed, shaking my ass for him, begging for an answer.

But this cock— I want to keep to my vows of having just his big black cock… but my body begs to defile it. My eyes snap shut, my brain spirals around thinking of the stranger’s next action. Ten seconds and nothing, I'm this close to pushing my ass backward just to feel it for myself while I act like it's an accident. ‘What changed?!’ I'm burning up. Not when he set me up to burn. I guess my mum is right, I'm sexually possessed. And if she were here, she would have bashed his balls and dragged my hair along the subway.

“Fuck, Penelope, baby. You’re so tight and sweet. Tell me who you belong to, baby. I’ve gotta cum in you again. I need you to tell ame who owns this pussy.” “You do, Alpha You own me.” Another hungry escaped my throat. I lean down, sucking a fat nipple into my mouth, tasting her cunt juice all over it. I moan around it and thrust hard, bottoming out against her cervix. Her unprotected pussy is sucking up my cum, begging to be bred. The thought nearly has me going off. If I get her pregnant, there is no way she wouldn't be mine. There's no way I wouldn't be the most happy man alive.

I didn’t answer, but I felt my pussy clenched even more. River smirked. “So… my little princess is a naughty woman on the inside, huh…” “Ah… Ughh..!” I groaned louder than I ever expected when he suddenly flipped me over and fucked me from behind. My face was on the window, and my chest was pressed against the airplane wall. His cock was hitting deeper, something I don’t know if I was able to take. “What a naughty woman,” River muttered as he pulled my hair, fucking me harder. “Can you hear how wet you are, Princess? You’re even leaking.”

Talk about being auto-sexual. “M-Mummy?” she repeats, brow raised in pure disbelief. “You don’t get it yet, do you?” I murmur, leaning closer, letting the words sink in. “I’m a gone man for you. I live to please you—sexually, physically, mentally, emotionally. Only you. I’m yours, Gianna. A slave to you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” “Shut up!” she snaps, slapping my arm hard. “You don’t know what the hell you’re saying!”

Damien demanded, thrusting deep and grinding against my cervix. “I belong to you, sir,” I whispered, my voice raw and broken. “I’m your property. Your cumdump. Your breeding slut. I exist only for your cock… and your pleasure.” He smiled, leaning down to claim my mouth in a possessive kiss that sealed my fate. “That’s right. You’re mine now. Completely. There’s no going back.” He picked up speed, chasing his final release. As he flooded my womb one last time, he whispered the future he had planned for me:

My breaths come in ragged pants, sweat beading on my forehead as I add a third finger, stretching myself further and imagining his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, his teeth sinking into my neck in a mating bite that seals us forever. “Yes, Kieran... mark me... make me yours,” I whimper, my thumb rubbing frantic circles over my clit. The climax builds like a storm inside me, the pressure mounting higher and higher until I am teetering on the edge. “Kieran,” I moan, my body arching for more. Kieran is hers. But here in my fantasies, he is mine. Only MINE. Possessive. Brutal. And devouring me whole.

The contrast between the rough fuck and this soft aftercare made my chest ache. This man was breaking every rule I had for myself. And I was letting him. Because the truth was I wanted more. I wanted him to burn for me the same way I was starting to burn for him. Jealousy and all. Later that afternoon while he worked I lay in his bed thinking. The marks on my neck and hips would be there for days. Proof that I belonged to Damien Voss. And the worst part? I liked it. I liked being possessed by him.