Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

"I'm gonna cum! Keep doing it! Keep fucking my nasty slut cunt with your big fat raw cock! God, I love being a fucking slut! Your fucking slut! Fuck, I love you!" Bryce had expected his fourth orgasm to be long in coming--if it came at all--so he was pleasantly surprised when he felt that familiar tingle starting to build in his groin. The minor miracle was no doubt due to the added sensitivity--and intimacy--of fucking without a rubber, this new knob-rubbing, down-fucking position, and the filth spewing from his self-proclaimed slut girlfriend's mouth.

ATTICUS I’m nearing my release first; I reach down rubbing her clit until I feel her tighten around me and I slam into her, shooting my load inside of her. A low groan of pure satisfaction leaves me as I continue to fuck her, as she comes moments later. Her head arches backwards as she cries out, her lips parted and her eyes glittering with tears as her orgasm shatters through her. I pull out, leaning over her, the huge wings I have been wearing this entire time creating a curtain around us. She reaches up with her bound wrists and locks them around my neck pulling me down on top of her; I roll onto my side and pull her beside me.

I’m twenty-two—not some old wolf past his prime. Can’t I have one damn moment without his rules hanging over? Mates this, legacy that—it’s all he cares about. As if finding some fated stranger would solve everything. Or does he think we’re all failures until the goddess stamps her approval on our lives? I opened my eyes, pulling back just a fraction. My little slut were still closed, her lips parted, breath coming in short, looking so needy. Her hand kept moving, stroking me through my pants, but the spark wasn’t igniting like it should.

His chest was filled with a growl and he wanted to roar. Amelia was stunned at his display of huge wings. They were so beautiful that she had an urge to touch them. Her Xikoth. His wings. His body. His nakedness. Everything was hers. She touched the periphery of the wings and his body shuddered. His shaft now was so swollen that he couldn’t stop from spilling his cum. But he stopped. “Those are sensitive, love,” he said and took another breast drawing a little blood from there. She was exquisite. She was his Ilaria. His wings susurrated when she traced the border again. “By Tesra! I am going to make you pay for that mischief Ilaria!” He groaned and then immediately went between her thighs to

By the time he reaches 9, she’s sobbing, dripping and begging for more shamelessly. And he fucks her harder, tangling his hand in her hair, and driving his cock so deep until she squirts across the table. “Such sluts,” he groans, pulling out, as her cum drips down her thighs. He didn't cum this time I notice, just as he just he signals me over with his right index finger. “Get on all fours, between them.” I oblige, crawling onto the table while my body trembles with need, and he pushes into me from behind.

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.”

I whispered. I brought my fingers to her thigh and squeezed the bruised place, she squirmed against mine before cumming for the second time. I sat up without pulling out of her and spanked one of her breasts before bringing my hand to her clit and starting to rub circles on it. I was close to cummin, and she was about to cum. "Cum, Xander," she moaned. "You're dying for it," she said as she squirmed. With those words, I let her entire inside fill with my fluids.

Rhea The wax kept coming. Fourteen landed with cruel precision, thicker this time, splattering just above my clit and running in a slow, molten rivulet down the left side of my hood. The fresh heat kissed already tortured nerves and my whole pelvis spasmed, inner walls fluttering violently around nothing, a lewd, rhythmic sucking motion they could both see. “Fourteen,” I choked out, voice splintered.

He undoes his jeans and steps out of them kicking them aside and pulls his shirt off dropping that on top of them, and he was now naked and she shifts her wings to brush his skin, and he smiles. “That feels wonderful, so warm.” She nods, waiting for his lead. He lifts her by the waist, and guides her onto him carefully, she moans as he slides into her to the hilt. “But this feels better.” She nods, grinding gently, using her legs as she didn’t have arms at the moment, but wraps her wings around him to keep herself steady. He moves them to a wall, and he presses her into it gently. He winds his hips slowly, purring hard.

Kept my thumb on her clit. "Beg me," I growled down at her, reaching my full length. Her cunt was bare before me. Open and wanting. A soaked entrance ready for the taking. "Please." She whined again. I slid my pants down. Let them fall to my knees. I was rock hard. Yearned for her with every move. Positioning myself over her, I smirked down. Let my cock run the length of her wetness. Farren stilled. Squeezed her eyes shut.