Fourth Wing Fanfiction Ao3 Novels & Stories

kept her movements controlled and soon she increased her speed. I gripped her hips and met her speed. She put her hands on my chest and sat up arching her back giving me the perfect view of her breasts. I leaned up and took one of her nipples in my mouth and she screamed while her pussy tightened and gusted on my cock. I kept up our pace while she slowed and rode out her orgasm. Aria leaned back until she was sitting, her wings came out as I sat up with her. She looked just like the Goddess that she is. Her wings extended, fully naked, sliding up and down my cock, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer to kiss me. I kept my hands on her hips while I was thrusting into

Her orgasms came in continuous, shattering waves, each one stronger, leaving her glowing brighter and more radiant. I was similarly remade in the crucible. Silas and Wren double-penetrated me while Rook fucked my throat. Vespera and I found each other repeatedly in the heat, hands roaming greedily, mouths devouring breasts and clits, as our mates claimed us side by side in the molten glow. New configurations constantly formed. Groups of winged beings created floating chains of penetration high above. Clusters of powerful warriors took turns breeding eager partners in pulsing rhythms. The air grew thick with the scent of sweat, slick, cum, and molten aurora nectar.

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets?

Was my desire for power clouding my judgment? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. We had a pack to take down, and I was ready to get started. Sera's POV I stood outside April's quarters, my heart burning with anger and resentment. Winston, my husband, my mate, had left me for this... this... interloper. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, my eyes locking onto April's. She looked up from her seat, a hint of boredom on her face.

"Xavier, I am giving myself to you willingly. You are mine and I am yours." He stared at her in shock until she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wrapped her up in his arms and manuevered them into sitting position and as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders he grabbed her waist and guided her down on top of him. She shuddered with pleasure as their bodies joined together. Their kisses grew more demanding as his thrusts became faster and harder. Neither of them were aware of their surroundings as they were enveloped in their passion, until she opened her eyes and saw wings wrapping around them. When she looked at Xavier she noticed that his eyes were like obsidian but

Four fingers now, then her whole fist, knuckles grinding inside. The fullness was obscene, painful-pleasurable. I came again—harder, squirting around her wrist in messy arcs that soaked the blanket through. My throat convulsed around her cock, milking her second release—hot spurts down my gullet, overflowing to dribble from my lips. She collapsed beside me, wings draping over us like a blanket. “Not done yet,” she whispered, pulling me into her arms. “Dawn is hours away. I’ll edge you until you beg for mercy.”

“She’ll bring curses on the whole coven.” Another voice rose above the others. “Get her wings.” The words made my stomach drop. “What?” I whispered. “If she thinks she’s some kind of angel now,” someone snarled, “let’s see how she flies without them.” They moved toward me all at once. Panic exploded through my chest. “No—wait—” Hands lunged forward. Someone grabbed the feathers on my right wing. Pain shot through my back so violently that I screamed. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt—like someone ripping nerves straight out of my spine.

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.

The thought of him just pissed me off, so I closed my eyes for the rest of it, because I knew that Azael was coming next, and he was the last person I wanted to see right now. When the chanting became louder and more intense I made the mistake of opening my eyes, and as I did I screamed into the air. Azael was in front of me, his ashen wings spread out as far as they could go, his black eyes with swirling red vortex burned into mine and I couldn't close my eyes to avoid them. My body had a mind of its own and as my arms flew out to my sides my wings ripped through my skin and fanned out as far as they could possibly go. I screeched into my ascension and instantly burst into my brilliant flam