Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

“But you also have to learn how to smile. I never seen you smiling even once.” “There is no reason for me to smile,” she told him what she truly feels. “I will give you a reason, then. Just wait after the party. I will tell you something that will make you smile.” He said as he left the wardrobe. “What is it, my lord? Are you going to free me?” Lucas looked back at her as he stepped out of the door. “It’s something like that,” he said and smirked. “So, learn to smile, Camila. Or should I force you to smile?”

With a guttural groan he emptied his heavy balls deep inside me, adding another thick load to the creamy mess. One by one, they took turns claiming my pussy. By the time the fourth load had been pumped into me, my cunt was a complete disaster — swollen, gaping, and constantly bubbling with cum. Every small movement made more of it leak out onto the table beneath me. I lay there panting, body twitching, completely owned and dripping. Liam leaned down, kissed my forehead almost tenderly, and whispered, “You took four creampies so beautifully, princess. But we’re nowhere near finished with you tonight.”

My seductive aura and his feral dominance created something almost sacred and profane at the same time. When I came again, sobbing his name despite myself, Damien followed with a deep groan, filling me once more. By the time the fourth round began of me riding him slowly, my hands braced on his chest, his hands guiding my hips . I was a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My thighs were slick and shiny. My pussy was swollen and puffy, yet still greedily taking every inch he gave me. This is wrong. This is the enemy. This is revenge, not surrender.

“You look so cute like this… all tied up and breathing my pussy. My perfect, mysterious man.” His muffled groan vibrated against the fabric again. His wrists pulled at the ropes. I lowered myself slowly, rubbing the fat, leaking head of his cock up and down my slick, puffy slit, coating every veiny inch in my creamy juices. The wet sounds were loud and obscene. “I’ve been obsessed with this thick cock for weeks. Sneaking into your office, touching myself to your videos while imagining it stretching me open… now I’m going to slut out on you exactly how I want. And it’s all getting recorded so you can watch me later.”

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

His chest was painted in cum and spit, slick from sweat, and glistening with the witch’s juices. He lay limp beneath her, thighs trembling, lips parted in disbelief. Two orgasms, back-to-back, harder than anything he’d felt in his life—and yet, his cock refused to soften. It pulsed inside her like it belonged there, thick and swollen, still being milked by every flex of her cunt.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

My eyes don't leave the portrait as if staring into his deep eyes. “I wanna be your little bad girl…” I push in the second finger, then the third, roughly jamming in and out of my body. I gasp nonstop. My body jerks in intense vibration. Every rough thrust in and out of my body has me groaning… my cunt is bruised. Baby red. Like a squashed cherry with the juice yet to be sucked. “Please…” I blink back tears when the fourth finger goes in! “Ah!” I pause, catching air in between my madness. “Oh, fuck! Fuck me… please…”

Her chest rises and falls fast, those perfect tits straining against her top. Her thighs are spread just enough for me, panties still shoved to the side, her pretty pink pussy still glistening and clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. I look at her, and my lips curve into a dirty smirk. She's scared of flying, but her cunt is dripping down the seat like a little slut. I can't believe she wants me to keep finger-fucking her thirty thousand feet in the air. Not like I've any choice. I slide two fingers back into her tight heat in one smooth thrust. She gasps sharply, hands flying to grip my wrist.

I beg with everything I have. “Please.” He thrusts in hard. The new angle hits untouched spots. My pussy swallows him whole. He fucks me with raw power. His hands grip my hips. He leaves red marks on my skin. I feel the orgasm cresting. It rises like a beautiful wave. The romance threads through the raw smut. He leans over me. His chest presses against my back. His hot breath fans my neck. He reaches around. His fingers find my clit again. He rubs slow now. He prolongs the torture. My tits scrape the desk. My nipples turn raw from the friction.