Romans & histoires Female Vore Stories

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

The room becomes a tangle of limbs, a writhing mass of naked flesh, each girl eager for a turn. One of them, a petite brunette with a mischievous smile, leans in and whispers, “Let me taste you while he fucks her.” She dips her head, her tongue flicking over the blonde’s clit as he continues to pound into her, the added stimulation making the blonde’s moans rise to a frantic pitch. “Oh fuck, yes—don’t stop!” she screams, her voice cracking with pleasure. The brunette giggles, her own hand sliding between her legs, fingers pumping fast as she watches the scene unfold.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

“I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something? “Maybe they are whores who have to do that shit.” “Most of them don’t look like whores, these are homemade videos. That means those guys are wives or girlfriends.” “Do a search for blow jobs, let's see what other women say.” I typed 'blow job' into the G****e search box and the screen filled up with endless pages of links about fellatio. Brenda and I spent the next hour reading articles from the website on how to suck a cock and make it pleasurable for both him and her. There were a lot of pictures, and we even saw some videos that were hotter than the crappy video we'd been watching

Women and men in lingerie moved like they knew what they were offering, glowing like open invitations. We weren’t just on display. We were the reward. It felt like being walked down the aisle, if the aisle led to sin. No flowers. No promises. Just heat and want and the slow, certain knowledge that every step was part of the show. My skin buzzed like I’d been stripped bare and plugged into a live wire. The way they stared, hungry. I understood now why Xavier made that rule. If I let even one of them get close, it wouldn’t stop there. They’d devour me. No hesitation. No mercy.

I did not call or let the patrol on the border announce my arrival, I wanted to surprise my mate but I was the one getting surprised instead. The packhouse was eerily quiet though there are like 20 to 30 people living here. As I was climbing up the stairs I saw Viviane in a very compromising position. She is masturbating while watching through the keyhole what it sounds like the Beta’s fucking each other their brains out. Who would have thought the perfect and poised Viviane Sinclair gets off while watching others fuck, is she really into porn? I wonder if she has practiced voyeurism before or if it is something new, either way, this makes things easier for me. Being a dom already cost me h

A single small voyeur's hole in the isolated pavilion had perfectly severed the leash of the second female, who would bring terrible degradation to the peaceful maternal estate. The night deepened heavily. My wet core, corrupted and brainwashed by voyeurism. It continued to flare non-stop, receiving that colossal flesh pillar countless times in my fantasies until the break of dawn.

If anyone looked up right now they would see me; naked, collared, spit roasted between two powerful men while the party continued behind us. Jax increased the vibrator inside the dildo. Sharp pulses attacked my clit through the harness. My thighs trembled violently. I whimpered around Zane’s cock but kept the sound muffled. Thaniel moved behind Victor. When Victor pulled out Theo replaced him instantly. His monstrous cock stretched me brutally wide. The size difference made my eyes water. He fucked me with slow powerful breeding thrusts while growling low. “Still trying to knock you up before Langford claims his night. This womb belongs to us.”

"You are going to knot me. You are going to breed me. In front of them all. To show I am yours." "Louder," I said. "You are going to fuck me," she said louder. "You are going to knot me. You are going to fill me with your seed. To prove I belong to you. To prove I am yours forever." I pushed in slowly. Deep. Vaginal. Stretched her wide. She moaned long. "Full." I started thrusting. Slow. Deep. Eyes locked on hers. The pack watched. Quiet. I sped up. Hard. Deep.