Novel & Cerita Forced Fem Stories

I could feel myself getting closer, but I held back. I wanted this to last. I flipped us suddenly, laying on my back and pulling him on top of me. “Fuck me. Hard.” He thrust into me with deep, powerful strokes. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust. My hands gripped his back, nails digging in. He was hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke, making me groan despite myself. “Say my name,” I demanded. “Alexander,” he breathed against my neck. Hearing it pushed me over the edge. I came hard between us, spilling over my stomach and his fist. He followed right after, burying himself deep as he filled me again with hot pulses of cum.

The sound of his belt unbuckling echoed in the room. The bed dipped. Hands gripped my hips — large, commanding hands. “You’ve earned this,” he said roughly. Then he thrust into me with a single stroke, thick and unrelenting. My scream was swallowed between Celeste’s thighs. Damon fucked me like he owned me. Deep, punishing thrusts that made my bones rattle. My hands fisted the sheets. My body was trapped between them — Celeste’s grip in my hair and Damon’s cock driving inside me, hard and hungry.

The werewolf king caressed my chest, while the vampire king knelt in front of me to take my hard shaft into his eager mouth. Fin kissed me as the werewolf king flicked his tongue on my hard, sensitive nipples. I increased the tempo of my hand on my shaft as the image became clearer. "Fuck!" I moaned. The vampire king deep-throated me. He circled his hand around me and used his fingers to pry my arse cheeks open. "Shit!"

The intensity ramped up with womb-focused torment. The men took turns pressing firmly on our bellies while fucking us, forcing the cum to squirt out around their cocks in creamy gushes. I was made to push, bearing down until my pregnant pussy prolapsed again, the pink rosebud blooming outward around my father’s thrusting shaft. Victor immediately began fucking the prolapsed flesh directly, stretching it further while slapping my swollen clit.

“When my real mother died, I was eight. Father became worse. He drank a lot. When he came home angry from work, he would shout at me for small things. If I got a B in school, he would slap me hard. Sometimes he used his belt on my back. He said I was weak like my mother. He locked me in my room for hours with no food if I cried. The housekeepers knew but they were scared of him and said nothing. I grew up with fear and anger inside me. That is why I became quiet and strong. I worked out every day to make my body powerful so no one could hurt me again. At night I dreamed of fighting back. When I was sixteen, the young maid felt sorry for me. She comforted me. We started having sex in secret.

I could already feel my balls tightening, but I fought it, focusing on her pleasure like she taught me. “Fuck… you’re doing so good for your first time,” she gasped between kisses, nails lightly dragging down my back. “Keep going. Fill this pussy. Make me cum on your cock next.” I kept thrusting into Elara in steady, deep strokes, her silky walls gripping me perfectly. But something inside me snapped. All the weeks—no, months—of celibacy, the frustration, the games… they ignited at once. My hips suddenly snapped forward, harder, faster, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes that made the chaise creak beneath us.

I came twice before he finally roared and pumped hot cum deep inside me. He stayed buried, plugging his load. “Hold it in. Let your body absorb the enhancements.” I clenched around him, panting. Already my belly felt warmer. Fuller. The conditioning intensified. Twice a day he fucked me. Sometimes slow and deep while machines stimulated my nipples and clit. Sometimes rough, bending me over and slapping my ass while calling me his perfect incubator. “Beg for my superior seed,” he demanded one morning, pinning my wrists. “Please, Damon… breed me. Pump your strong cum into my womb. Make me swell with your child.”

Despite his old age, he still had a daunting presence when angry. Fiona Forger suppressed her anger and didn't dare to argue loudly, but deep inside, she made up her mind. Her parents couldn't force her into a marriage she didn't want. That day, even though Fiona Forger didn't want to, she was forcefully pushed into the car by her determined mother and taken back to the Forger family home. Just as Fiona Forger was being forced into the car by her mother, Damian Desmond's car also arrived at the hospital. He pondered momentarily but ultimately didn't leave the car to call her.

After he cleaned me, he pulled me up. I was like a withered vegetable drifted by him. He encircled his hands on my waist. My hand automatically clung to his waist and my head fell on his neck. He was panting too and felt so warm. He stroked my back and brushed my hair. Weakishly leaned on him. We stayed like that for a minute. I rose out off his embrace when I remembered something. "Fuck! We didn't used condom!" //////♡////// Thank you for reading/supporting my story! Lovelots♡ stay tuned! xoxo♡

It was like he was forcing himself to look happy with the situation. “You caused permanent damage to my legs. I walk with a limp now. You sent your husband to beat me up because you wouldn’t have sex with me—” “No. I sent him to teach you a lesson because you tried to force me to have sex with you. It wasn’t consensual in any way and don’t act like it was and change the narrative now.” “He broke several of my bones and made sure I can’t walk straight. Not to mention that my mother is dead.”