Fezco Euphoria Novels & Stories

She sucked him clean, then he exploded again, painting her face and tits with thick white streaks. The three collapsed on the bed, covered in sweat, cum, and pussy juice. The women lazily licked each other clean while Johnson caught his breath, feeling completely satisfied. Rebecca was the past. This life is the present, and he wasn't going to waste it, besides, if things go bad, he's sure Rebecca will take him back. So, he's going to enjoy every opportunity now.

Eli whimpered, his head falling back as the vibrator pulsed inside him, the relentless buzzing making his cock drip precum onto the floor. Zeke left it in, the toy humming away as he stepped back, watching Eli's reactions with a sadistic grin. "You're going to stay like this until I say otherwise," Zeke said, his voice commanding as he circled Eli like a predator. Hours passed, the vibrator's intensity driving Eli into subspace—his mind hazy, his words turning into incoherent moans and whimpers. "Please... fuck... don't stop," Eli muttered, his body trembling, sweat beading on his skin as the toy worked him over. The room filled with the low buzz of the vibrator mixed with Eli's muffled crie

When you find someone who can make you laugh, smile, grow, lust, want, crave, feel, make you mad but happy, keep that. That’s euphoria. —Unknown I swear, little aftershocks kept afflicting my pussy after Colton had walked me to my car. If I could’ve driven to my apartment with crossed legs, I would have. It was all just so bizarre. I felt completely sated and pretty much ready to nap a month away, and yet I was wired and giddy for more, knowing we were going to continue this in minutes.

Or worse, if they found out that my birth mother was there watching as they drilled my womb open? “I think that might be the problem.” Ciello broke causing everyone to freeze. “Their product is winning the market.” “What do you mean?” “They wash their cocaine with fentanyl, which makes their product 80% pure.” He accompanied his words with a cringe, “Minchia,” Verzi swore in Italian, and I found that so damn sexy that I took a good calming breath. This wasn’t the time to get horny. I had things to take care of and if we were, to be honest, I couldn’t afford to have sex right now. I just… Time, okay? I needed time, and soon, I was going to lay between them as they pummeled into me and slowly

"I do and trust me, moonshine isn't it. It makes you almost human. Regeneration pauses to heighten the euphoria. The purer the drugs... the better the euphoria." The world stopped. Everything went silent. The music. The voices. Even my heartbeat. Those words. I knew those words. The vision slammed back into me. Right before Seraphina fell from her room to the ground. The culprit had spoken those exact words. 'It makes you almost human. Regeneration pauses to heighten the euphoria.' My fingers went numb. The bottle slipped from my hand. It hit the floor and shattered. Glass and vodka spread across the tile. Conrad looked down at it. Then up at me. "Hey, are you okay?"

He was feeling so good to remember anything that would bother him to just enjoy the moment with Rebecca and his friends. "Watching you getting fucked has made my anaconda excited again," Zeth chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. He pulled something from his pocket and dropped it on his glass. "I have to try how good this one is," he mischievously laughed as he gently shook his glass as if dissolving what he dropped in the glass, then he chugged everything in it to the last drop.

He shot me with a death glare that would make many cower, but it just made me smirk at him. My cousin was not as prudish as he presented himself to be. Havana was a great trip for us. Music, dancing, and partying. It was an addictive atmosphere. The Fae species is empathic, so certain atmospheres like that would end up being an empathic cocktail that could be completely overwhelming and indulgent. My cousin took a page out of Grandmother Ayla’s playbook and ended up starting a Cuban orgy. I had hightailed it out of there before I ended up seeing more than I could live with.

Sophie’s hyper-sensitive body trembled with another violent orgasm, her pussy gushing around the cock currently destroying her as she screamed in broken bliss. The curse was only getting started. And she was already addicted.

“You get one of these, newbie. It’s called Fae-Fire Nectar. It’s basically liquid courage distilled by elves. Sip slowly.” I lifted the glass to my lips. It tasted like warm honey, spice, and the sharp scent of a pine forest after rain. It went down smoothly, but the effect was immediate and unexpected. A warmth bloomed in my core, spreading outward. The buzzing in my ears wasn't static anymore; it was the bass line of the music. A wave of intense, inexplicable peace washed over me. I looked around at the laughing shifters and winking nymphs, at the air of effortless power that saturated the room.

"Yes, we'll tell you everything we know. Just spare us, please!!!" Ezekiel smirked coldly at the pair of cowards, " And all it took was just a bit of brutal force. Speak!!" " It's a deadly aphrodisiac, codenamed 'Tears of eros'. It's found on the dark web........and currently......it doesn't have an antidote.", the other thug stuttered. Zeke gave a wry chuckle, "Well....well, such a pleasant surprise -", that the same drug he'd been searching for would be circulating in his domain, without his notice.