Novel & Cerita Female Possession Fanfiction

“Yes Lucas, “I whispered, “I want you to fuck me.” His fingers disappeared as he quickly stood up putting a condom on. Returning to bed he moved back over me slowly sinking inside me. I arched up against him holding on to his body as he thrust into me. Lifting my hips I met his thrust. His teeth nipped at my shoulders as I clung on to him. I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped me as I could feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. Arching my back I was caught off guard as one of his hands came up grabbing my throat in a tight grip. My body shuddered under his and I cried out in sweet release. Lucas didn't slow down until I went limp beneath him.

One hand fists in her hair, forcing her to meet his wild, possessive gaze. She shakes and mewls beneath him, impaled on his spurting cock, feeling each hot pulse of his release painting her insides. Her womb clenches greedily, trying to draw his seed in deeper, to accept his claiming of her most fertile depths. Yes, yes, YES! she babbles deliriously, drunk on the feeling of being so thoroughly bred, so completely owned. Fill me, Mikhail, make me yours in every way! I want your babies, want to swell with your child, to carry the proof of your possession for all to see!

Aniya found him stepping closer to her without taking his eyes away from her face. "I never knew that things are allowed to put forward their conditions for getting possessed," a smirk crept on his face as he spoke those words to her which made Aniya clench her jaw. He was calling her a thing but she knew there was no lie hidden beneath his words anymore. She had become a thing and he was going to take her possession tonight. His gaze scanned her entire face thoroughly where he caught the soft strands of her auburn hair grazing over her completely bare face which turned his grin more sadistic.

“And when you come I want you to say who owns this pussy now.” My orgasm hit me hard and slowly, rolling through my whole body. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my moans as my pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock. “You own it Daddy Prof… my professor owns my pussy… my stepdad owns my pussy… it is all yours.” Elias groaned deeply and buried himself to the hilt. His cock swelled and started pulsing as he came inside me again, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into my womb.

“Not just when it’s convenient. Not just when you’re horny and need to get off. You belong to us. Your body, your pleasure, your orgasms—all of it. Ours.” The possessiveness in his tone should have triggered every feminist bone in my body. Should have made me rage against the ownership, the audacity, the sheer arrogance of thinking they could claim me like property. Instead, I felt myself getting wet. Soaked, actually. My panties were already ruined. “Both of you,” I breathed, the words barely audible. A confession. A surrender.

"Tell me who owns this power. Who owns you?" "You do!" she wailed, her voice breaking. "You own it all! I'm yours! I'm your servant! I'm your weapon!" "Yes," he roared, his pace increasing. "Be my weapon! Be my doll! Be whatever I want you to be!" The dirty talk acted like an accelerant. Sophie felt her consciousness beginning to slip, the boundaries between her body and Arthur's blurring. She wasn't just feeling her own pleasure; she felt his—the raw, jagged edge of his desire, the possessive hunger that wanted to consume her whole.

"My cunt is no longer Scholar Park's; it belongs entirely to you." "Melt my inner flesh and drink every last drop of my nectar..." Upon receiving the woman's lewd and total permission of ownership, his tongue worked even more roughly and fiercely, crushing her swollen pearl. Having stolen his soul with her mouth and exhausted her own stamina, In-young shifted her position for mating. This time, mounting his abdomen, she crouched with her legs spread wide over his rigid, iron-like shaft standing erect. Gripping the ferocious crown with her pale hand, she pressed it against the slick folds of her crotch and began to sway her hips seductively.

’ I whisper mentally as I throw the door of the room as soon as we entered. All longing, desire and lust consumes us to the point that our clothes are torn only to be skin to skin, this being the canvas that we will mark until we are satiated, because the rejected and pregnant woman of the alpha, will now be his only owner and he, my only owner. Six little ones, five million mistakes, four fears, three years together, two stories and one body. Because from now on, we will be one. The end.

“I want to know you like it.” “DON, YES, I LOVE IT, DON’T STOP!” Sabrina screams for all to hear. “You are a god. The god of sex, the god of passion, the god of my pussy. Claim it, claim my pussy. It’s yours it’s yours.” Her confession of his ownership makes him smile. He finishes, sending his sperm into her. As he lays her down, he places his hand over her belly. She whimpers slightly. “Was I too rough?” Poseidon asks with a smirk.

The collar gleamed under the lights like a brand of ownership. Aiden bent me over the back of the wide leather couch and fucked me slowly, deeply, forcing me to watch the entire time in the mirror. His thick cock stretched me open, sliding through the mess from the plug he’d removed. The wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the room as he bottomed out with every thrust. “Tell me what you are,” he demanded, grinding hard against my prostate. “I’m your breeding boy,” I moaned, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I don’t belong in your world as an equal. I belong beneath you. Owned by you. Full of your cum.”