Female Possession Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was completely under his spell, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations he was igniting within me. His eyes darkened with desire, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered, "Say you're mine, and I'll let you cum." I hesitated for a moment, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race. I moved my hand, touching his exposed skin, feeling the heat radiating off of him as I finally whispered, "I'm yours." His smile was triumphant as he fulfilled his promise, sending me over the edge with a single touch. Electricity shot through my body, causing me to shudder with pleasure. As my body lay limp in his arms, I realized that giving in to his possessiveness had never felt so right.

“Bending me over your dressing room table… fucking me hard while the fans outside were still screaming your name. Imagining you coming inside me… marking me… making me yours so no one else could ever have me.” Min-jae’s eyes flashed with something dangerously possessive. He curled his fingers harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over until my vision blurred. “That’s it, baby. Such filthy thoughts for such a sweet fan. You want me to claim you? Fill you up until you’re leaking my cum for days?” “Yes—please—Min-jae!” I cried out, my body trembling on the edge of release. The coil in my belly was wound so tight it hurt, every stroke of his fingers pushing me closer to the abyss.

“I want the whole fucking city to hear who this cunt belongs to now. Scream it while I ruin you for anyone else.” “You own me!” I sobbed loudly, my voice hoarse and desperate. “This pussy is yours — only yours! I’m your good girl, Dante… please, harder — use me!” Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from the corners of my eyes as my body surrendered completely, my hips rolling down to meet every devastating thrust like the eager little wife he was turning me into.

I'm cushioned by her soft breasts between us. "You're so cold." She whispers. "Because I need you to warm me." I brush her green hair from her face. "But this is a dream?" "Yes. A realistic one, but you have no consequences in this realm." I lie, as we are chest to chest in reality too. I am working her like a puppet, controlling the inside to the out. "Warm me. We need each other. You need my comfort, I need your suffering. Let me have you." Her eyes are dark under my possession as she wraps her legs around me.

Penelope whispered, “I belong to you.” “That's right,” I slipped my fingers out of her pussy, and into her mouth. I hummed in approval when she sucked and licked her own juices off without my asking. “Do you taste that princess? That's the taste of you signing your life away. Because from now on, I own you. Body, mind, and soul.” Another moan, this one ever more eager than the last.

The silence he craved is finally here, replaced by the white-hot noise of sensation. I start to move. It isn't the gentle lovemaking of our reunion. It isn't the frantic claiming of the ceremony. This is ownership. This is heavy, grinding, possessive sex. I withdraw almost completely, then slam back in. Kieran cries out, trashing against the bindings. The ropes hold him fast, keeping him exactly where I want him. "Mine," I snarl, biting the curve of his shoulder. "You are mine." "Yours," he babbles. "I'm yours. Only yours."

Her body was in full controlled by him; the room was filled with moans and groans. Finally he reached to his level and gritted his teeth and let out a powerful groan, filling inside with his warm semen. He panted heavily looked at the front only to find her looking at the front, getting her ruined. He was still inside her, kept his chin near her ear and whispered " You are completely under me from now on... from your body to soul. Whenever you will look at yourself in front of the mirror, you will remember how you enjoyed today. Me fucking you from the behind and you are actually My property, My slut....."

I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, burying my face in one of her breasts, sucking her nipple with vigor while we continued to move. “This pussy…” she gasped, throwing her head back. “It knows it’s yours. It feels your mark inside me like a wound that never heals. And it loves it.” “Tell me more,” I demanded, my fingers squeezing her other breast. “Tell me what it’s like to be possessed by a monster.” She pulled my face with both hands, her lips brushing mine. “It’s like being burned alive and reborn in the flames,” she whispered, her voice a sweet poison. “It’s knowing that no other man could fuck me to the point of madness and then mount me like a warhorse for battle.”

“Tell me exactly who owns this pretty little pussy.” “You do,” I cried out loudly, my voice breaking completely as the intense physical pleasure ripped through my core. “My stepfather owns me completely.” Each hard, heavy thrust of his hips seemed to physically push away the lingering terror of Victoria’s blackmail threat. Stephen fucked my body mercilessly until I crashed over the edge of a violent orgasm twice in a row, screaming his name into the empty room. Then, he pushed himself to the absolute hilt inside my warmth, letting out a deep groan as he filled my depths with thick, hot jets of his release, marking my body as his personal property once again.

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.