Fezco Euphoria Novels & Stories

“Two,” He fucked me with the dildo, in steady strokes. When I reached ten, my body was a quivering mess. “You want to come?” He muttered into my ear, pressing me harder into the desk. “Yes sir,” I sobbed. He moved faster and I could feel myself reeling over the edge. But at that moment, he stopped completely. “You don’t get to,” He grinned. A strangled whimper tore through my lips. I was aching, burning for release.

“That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.” … Everybody threw around their opinions. Ethan trembled in fear. My heart went out to him. Fearing Ethan might go into shock from the emotional strain, I scooped him up and turned to leave at once. However, Andrew stood in my way and said arrogantly, “You can’t leave. You need to pay up for injuring my baby girl. “It’s going to cost you a million bucks for the vet bills and mental trauma.” I furrowed my brows. The onlookers gasped sharply.

I am experiencing an overwhelming sense of contentment that permeates every part of my existence. His tongue and fingers moved together in perfect sync. "Ooooh, shit!" I moved my hips in step with the rhythm of his flaming language. Oh my goodness! Within me, a crescendo of expectation rises like an explosive force threatening to engulf me. I am overcome by a dizzying euphoria as if the very fabric of my sanity were unraveling.

Her voice rose like a tide. “Bring forth the bridge. Call the Spirit.” The sphere exploded upward in a column of light, piercing the heavens—and across the veil between worlds, the Spirit heard the call. In a place untouched by time, where stars shimmered within the marble floor and soft wind echoed with divine whispers, Koa emerged. Her fur gleamed with an otherworldly glow, white so pure it refracted with a violet hue, like moonlight striking crystal. Her emerald eyes blazed with intensity as she stepped into the sacred temple of the gods.

Fuck, Zara… I hold onto her waist tightly as she rocks on me, letting out breathy moans in her attempt to be quiet. This is crazy; my family could walk in at anytime but I don’t give a shit right now. All that matters to me is the pleasure of this woman. I raise my hips slightly to give her a better angle and takes full advantage of it, throwing her head back and grinding harder. “ Fuck , yes Sugar. Come for me” And she does , quaking and shivering as her release takes over her body. I guess this whole trip was well worth it.

Adira stared at the tray before her, she had put her best into these snacks and hoped they would sell as fast as she desired them to. "they smell nice love, and taste just as good" her best friend reassured her, and she needed just that, with one last sigh and a bite from one of the biscuits, she grabbed her tray and kissed her best friend goodbye. The walk to the bakery was rather long, her anxiety was at it's peak and her hands wet from sweat

He lifted one of my legs into the air to spread my legs even more, letting his cum glide onto my pussy, then he rubbed it in. I dug my nails into his desk, leaving scratches on the dark wood, threw my head back to let out another raspy moan, “oh God,” in moaned. “Oh my God…” my pussy tightened. “Please , can i cum? Please, mr. douglas." I begged for it. He rubbed his fingers harder into me and strummed his finger across my throat. “Cum for me, Liza,” he whispered into my ear. My legs trembled and I nearly stumbled over the desk. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming his name as wave after wave, after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

“Excuse me?” “Why didn’t you go to him while he was alive? Why come to me two years later?” “Well… to be honest, I heard that you compensate—rather, that you apologize to his victims with money, and I thought…” “And you thought I’d offer you some gold as an apology?” “Y-yes.” “Don’t get confused, miss. Your forgiveness means nothing to me. I wasn’t the one who committed those vile acts—that was my dead brother, a former duke who wasn’t even deemed worthy of burial in the family crypt.”

Zoey thwacked her head to snap out of it. Another message popped up. Keisha: Here's another one, miss Zoey! Bon appetit. True enough, another video came in and Zoey's hand felt like it had a life of its own. She immediately clicked the video for it to be played instantly. Her eyes were so focused and Zoey seemed like she had forgotten everything around her. She was even biting her lips in anticipation. In the video, Dionysus was doing another workout routine. He was doing some hardcore curl ups and everytime Dionysus' abdominal muscles tensed up, Zoey's eyes would widen like she was absolutely loving what she was seeing right now.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.