Novel & Cerita Female Possession Fanfiction

’ 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.”

He frowned at her last statement as he climbed on top of the bed, "You should get used to seeing only these abs, only this body, only mine because I never share what is mine." She has spent all her life being a fired-up feminist, it was an instinct that came with being in a male dominant occupation so why wasn't his words making her flare up in anger as she vehemently tells him that nobody owns her, she wasn't a shirt or his phone but unbelievably his words coated her pants even more. Her palm was cool on his feverish skin and the erotic contrast, made him grit his teeth against the instinctive urge to take control of the situation along with the woman who was making him feel so much lust wi

I want to choke on him while he looks down at me like I am nothing but his slut. Her hand shook violently, but she kept writing, moaning softly as she thrust the dildo faster. *I want him to own me. I want him to fuck me until I forget my name. I want him to use me until I can’t walk out of his office without my legs shaking. I want to belong to Professor Hayes.* Her body broke with the orgasm before she could write more. She shoved the dildo deeper, biting down on her pillow to stifle her scream. Her thighs trembled, the diary sliding to the floor, pages open and smeared with shaky ink.

“He’s gone. I am him now. The perfect dominant. The one who will own you completely. No more equality. No more messy love. Just ownership. Just me inside you. Forever.” It crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Alex by the collar and yanking him forward. The kiss was brutal teeth clashing, tongue invading, possession in every movement. Alex moaned despite himself, the mutation making the kiss feel like fire in his veins. The entity pushed him back onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. No prep.

His to do whatever he wants with. I know damn well it's messed up because being his means he owns me and I have always loved to be a free spirit. However, there's something about how the words roll off his tongue. The possessiveness tangled up with something…I can't explain that makes my body react in a way it's not supposed to. “See how your nipples are hard against the thin fabric, begging for my attention. For me to touch them.” My eyes shift to my chest. Damn it! My nipples are pushing against the black, sleeveless silk nightdress as though they’ll bore a hole, painfully hard for him to touch them.

Lila's body betrayed her fully now, hips rising to meet the thrusts. The large cock stretched her relentlessly, the vibrations building an unbearable pressure. She felt the possession deepen, her own desires merging with the dark spirit's hunger. Tears mixed with sweat, her soft skin flushed red. The room filled with the wet sounds of fucking, her moans echoing off the walls lined with innocent dolls that now seemed to watch. Pleasure coiled tight in her belly, emotional intimacy twisting with the raw invasion— she was no longer just Lila, but part of this dark fantasy.

“Such a beautiful, nasty little squirter. That pretty pink pussy pulsing and gushing for me. You’re making such a mess, baby. Soaking my face like a desperate whore. This is mine. Only mine. I own every squirt, every drop, every fucking spasm.” I fell back limp against the pillows, breathless and trembling and tears streamed down my face. My body felt completely spent. Tristan crawled up my body like a predator, hovering over me. His lips crashed down on mine in a deep, possessive kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue- sweet, tangy and filthy. I whimpered, sticking my tongue out further so he could suck on it greedily. “You’re such a devil,” I whispered breathlessly when he pulled back. “A fil

“In business, giving away what belongs to your superior without approval is weakness. It shows you can be manipulated. It shows you don’t understand ownership. Right now, while my cock is owning this pussy, you’re learning that lesson the hard way. Every time you moan like a desperate whore on my dick, remember — this hole is mine. Not Elena’s. Not yours. *Mine.*” Sophia was a moaning, trembling mess. Her loud, shameless cries filled the office as Mr. Voss fucked her relentlessly, his thick cock hitting deep and perfect every single time. “Yes, Sir— I understand— ahhh fuck— I’m sorry! Please— I’ll never do it again!” she wailed, pushing back against him, her pussy clenching and fluttering ar