Final Fantasy Vore Novels & Stories

Vincenzo let out a dark, guttural groan against her clit and reached down with his massive hands, effortlessly unlocking her grip and forcing her thighs wide open again. Then he gave her sensitive clit one final lick, drawing a sharp, shattered cry from Aurea's throat. He raised his head, his dark eyes clouded with absolute dominance as he slid over to the kitchen cabinet, reached into the drawer, and grabbed a foil packet, tearing it open to roll the protective condom smoothly over his rigid shaft. Beside her, Valerius remained completely relentless, his mouth buried against her chest as he busily sucked one flushed breast before immediately moving to the other, switching back and forth to

For a moment, his fingers rubbed my clit more than the desired time and I couldn't help myself from saying, "I...I can't take it anymore. I want to cum.." "For me?" He whispered with his tongue torturing my left areola. "For you..." With my hooded eyes, I found him too busy with my breasts, as if was having one delectable fruit. "Fuck...yeah..." I moaned louder when he escalated the pace of his fingers. 'Voglio fotterti senza senso' With his fingers doing magic on my wet pussy, his gibberish vocals erupted the goosebumps, making me quiver. 'Fino a perdere tutti i tuoi sensi' He left kisses on my cleavage. My hands played with his black locks. His words were sending me to the edge.

Thaelen decided, for she was already doing it, and it felt wonderful. “Lift up on to your hands and knees over me, my prince,” Besafora’s smile was sweet. Thaelen placed a palm to either side of her face, his hair falling forward in a moon-silvered curtain around them both. He felt Akaus stroke oil over his arse and remembered the animals in the field mating in such a position. “I knew the man and woman could do this,” he admitted, because he had seen slaves do it before, and the occasional mated vampire couple. “I did not know man and man… Oh,” he groaned it out as Akaus began to penetrate him.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

“You are such a whore.” Vythea gasped, and Gorvane grinned, kissing the bottom of her breasts, her belly, and then lowered his face to her sopping cunt. Vythea wanted him, despite the shame of the generals watching them. He lingered on her pussy lips, teasing the swollen crevice then diving into her pussy. His fingers slipped into her dripping cunt, followed his lips. Then, he teased her clit, licking up under the hood as his fingers plunged deep into her pussy.

No! He rose up a bit, probably to enter me, and I scurried away into the trees. Paul loped after me on all fours like a dog. He caught me easily, and I had no choice but to fight hard or be raped by my husband's Werewolf. I punched him in the face with all my might. His head went back but his eyes were stilled filled with lust. My hardest punch had changed nothing. Or did it? Would a punch be considered foreplay and the pain an aphrodisiac to a Werewolf?

And for about an hour, I was moving around, squirming, losing my self-control until I slowly weakened, and the last thing I saw was Dan covering my body with the towel, smiling at me, and kissing my forehead. "You're now a pureblood vampire," he whispered to me, which made me smile. After all the pain I felt, I thought I would die. I thought it was the end of my life due to that painful and burning sensation I felt after tasting his blood. But thankfully, Danrious was here with me. If he weren't there, I wouldn't be able to endure it. So, with the remaining strength I had, I hugged him and whispered. "I love you, Dan," he smiled at me and kissed my forehead again.

“It will be intense. You must not fight it.” Before she could answer, she felt Maelior’s mouth close over one nipple, his tongue laving, his teeth grazing with just enough bite to make her cry out. At the same time, Vorlan’s head dipped between her legs from the side, his tongue, surprisingly warm, finding her clit in one long, slow, devastating lick.

“That is it. Such a good girl taking all of us. Your pussy is gripping me so tightly. You were made for this pleasure, Mia.” The orgasm hit her hard. She screamed around the tentacle in her mouth as her pussy and ass clenched violently around the invading appendages. Clear squirt sprayed around Vorath’s thick tentacle, soaking the bed. They did not stop. They kept fucking her through it, gentle but relentless, drawing out every last tremor. Vorath leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. “We are going to keep making you cum until you cannot think anymore. Then tomorrow night we will talk about breeding you properly. Would you like that, little one?”

He was more focused on punishing this restless woman, making her regret ever provoking him. This woman was one thing, but the fact that she dared to take something to enhance her mood was what really set Damien's anger ablaze. His actions were anything but gentle; they were downright rough. Serena's rationality was completely shattered and she found herself craving Damien's straightforward intensity. It was as if their bodies had reached an unspoken agreement, each taking and giving in turn. After three exhausting hours, Serena was too tired to even lift a finger. This man was something else. Damien emerged from the shower, wrapped in a robe, with a noticeable scratch across his chest—a test