Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

“Do you think I’m shallow and I only care about the looks and fancy clothes?” I shrugged. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t know him before he was blind. “I’m sure I would notice you immediately. Your scent would draw me in. And if you play a song and sing for me… then I’m gone! It’s over. Your every wish would be my command. I have a certain weakness for kick-ass chicks who can challenge my guitar prowess,” he said, grinning at me. Then he shook his head. “There are many, many things about you that a guy would kill for, angel. Don’t let any other girl make you feel small about yourself.”

"I'm going to make you feel so full of cock that you forget you've ever been anything but a dirty little cum-slut. Because deep down, I know that's what you are: a cock-hungry slut who wants to be used like a whore." Sophie gave a long, shuddering moan of anticipation at Simon's words. "Yes," she said. "Take me, Simon. Use me like a whore. I want to be that dirty little cum-slut for you." Simon stood up. "Come to the bed," he told her, and stepped towards it. He didn't tell her to crawl, but she did anyway, crawling on her hands and knees back across the carpet and up onto the deep, soft duvet that covered the bed. She positioned herself on all fours with her face against a pillow, and waite

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

Jax jerked off right over my open mouth and unloaded straight down my throat, making me choke and cough. I swallowed what I could. The rest dripped down my chin, onto my neck and ruined tits. I lay there panting, covered in cum, pussy and asshole throbbing, when the suite door opened. A fourth man walked in. He was older, maybe late 40s, built solid with a cruel smile and behind him… Patricia... She was already half-naked, dress pulled down, lipstick smeared. She looked at me, saw the state I was in, covered in cum, holes gaping, shaking on the floor, and she actually smiled.

I chuckled and rest to her side, pulling her to my front, spooning her from behind. My hand still hold her wrists my wing still cocooned us in a very awkward position but I wasn't complaining. I love her scent, and I wanted her to give me more. "Raise your leg, let me in, yes... you smell so good, my slutty little sex demon." I entered her excruciatingly slowly, she whined pathetically from the lack of friction when my other hand moved and held her knee almost to her chest. I was opening her wider as my thrusts were getting erratic. "Do you want me to touch you again? do you like my fingers playing you while I fuck you hard?" I smirked when she answered with her yeses, sounding needy while h

“Good girl. My obedient little slut.” Another thrust slams into me. My scream breaks into the number. “Four!” “Beg for the next one,” he commands. “I-please,” I pant, shame curling tight. “Five!” “That’s right,” he groans. “Beg while I split this sweet cunt wide open. You’re not a virgin anymore. You’re my cock sleeve.” I whimper, the filth slicing right through me. I should push him away. Instead, I push my hips back against him.

He did with a smile, he held the chicken wings running on it slowly and I wished his hand was inside me, the way his thumb moved and down at intervals, I wished it was my clitoris he was playing with in that manner. “Tell my mother I allowed you to watch my series and this would be the first and last I would let you in my movie playlist”. I muttered. “Young lady I just wanna put my queen on”. “My mom can be very dramatic”. “Hjm”. He tilted his head to meet my eyes, he tore the wings seductively like he was really stirring up emotions in my subconscious mind and intentionally playing dirty. I looked away.

He lay down on the bed, curiosity twinkling in his eyes as I traced a finger along his chest on to of him I was nervous I'd never done this, I could only hope all my years of reading smut didn't go to waste. I took off my shirt as I watched him, his hands reached for me when I unclasped my bra and I slapped it away, telling him to wait I stood up do take of my skirt, keeping my eyes on him, his eyes darkened when I slipped of my panties, dangling it from my finger before dropping He was getting impatient, I could see it from the way his hands tightened beside him and his eyes darkened as though he wanted to swallow me whole

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

I smirked at her in delight as I noticed she was in a squatting position. She smiled back as she rubbed her clitoris with her right hand, using her index and middle ginger fast, and she squirted not once, not twice, not three times, but four times. The floor was all wet, and I was speechless. Unice kept rubbing and squirting in front of me, making me want to fuck her until our bodies gave out. **