Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

Sweat flew from her brow, tits slapping her thighs audibly, nipples raw from incidental brushes. She spat down once, saliva hitting her clit for extra slickness, the glob warm before cooling into glide. Fingers joined, two plunging her pussy while humping, thumb circling her ass experimentally—pressing the ring without entering, the pressure sparking forbidden heat. *Feels so nasty—want to push in.* Rhythm faltered into frenzy, hips a blur, breaths sobbing. Fourth climax ambushed her, ripping a scream she barely stifled with her forearm. Pussy clamped fingers, ass clenching thumb, squirt soaking her back and the bolster in a messy arc. Vision whited out, body thrashing till she toppled sidew

“I’m your filthy maid… your toy… I’ll do anything—” Victor replaced the wand with his fingers, pumping three thick digits into her dripping hole while Damien took over the vibrator on her clit. They worked in cruel tandem — bringing her right to the edge over and over, then stopping completely until she was crying and begging incoherently. After the fourth denial, Victor finally nodded. “Come for us, slut.”

I scream, my head shaking as he thrusts fast and hard, his hand gripping my hair tighter. "No, no no Master" I feel the vibrations start on the wand pushing against my sex, the word no blurring together as everything goes black, my screams loud as they keep thrusting, the wetness flowing between my legs as my body begins shaking. "I wanted the safe word Kitty, not you squirting." I feel Marcus move back, the buttplug sliding out, his hands pushing me down onto Demitri, my moans still going as I try to sort my head. That orgasm was unlike any other I'd had. Demitri moves me off him, I watch as Analise gets in my place. I move forward, my mouth pressing against hers as my hands tease her breas

The mattress squealed under her as we laid her down, our shadows looming over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wild hair spilling over flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen. “Don’t-” “Oh, we will,” I cut in, my wolf’s growl lacing every word. Four sets of hands worked her over, fast and slow all at once - shirt tugged up, jeans peeled away, until she lay there in nothing but her bra and panties. We froze. Just a second. To look. To breathe her in. “Fuck,” Jaxon whispered, eyes blazing. “She’s perfect.”

Talk about some serious daddy issues. I knocked on the door and then slowly pushed it open, already knowing in my bones that the angel in question was wide awake. Shamshiel was quite the sexy vision as he sat on his bed. His wings out, propping him up in a sitting position, long legs crossed under the covers and book in hand. His chest was bare and the lamp light flickered, sensually highlighting the angles and dips of his sculpted form. Unconsciously I licked my lips at the sight before me, and his burning blue eyes met mine. His smile was soft and kind, he gestured for me to come sit beside him. My legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and I knew I would be getting some answers abo

Damien helped her with the pins in her hair, the zipper in her gown, and her bra. April lost her shoes when Damien picked her up, but he left her in her stockings and nothing else. Her breasts felt heavy, and she felt her body so much. Her thighs didn’t want to stay closed. They felt so warm. She sat back on the bed to follow her urges. It felt good. April touched her inner thighs, then looked at Damien. She smiled a devilish grin because that look that flared in Damien’s eyes empowered and encouraged her.

She says wringing her hands. Despite her innocent behavior, the smell of her arousal hits me, and I groan. Shit this is hard. It doesn’t help that I am getting a nice view of her perky little ass in front of me. I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.”

The fourth man had his cock out now, rubbing the head against her slick folds. “You want it?” he asked. She didn’t answer. He squeezed her ass. “Answer me.” “Yes!” she cried. “Please.” He shoved in. Hard. “Fuck, she’s tight,” he groaned. “She’s squeezing me like a vice.” The third man held her steady, still fingering her from the front while the fourth fucked her from behind. “She’s close,” he said. “Feel her clenching.” “Cum, baby,” the fourth said. “Make a mess.”

Kell pinches and rolls my bud between his thumb and index finger as he savors the feel of my firm mounds. Feeling bold, I move my hand down and settle it over his swollen shaft. He gasps in my mouth and bites my lower lip gently. My body gleams with sweat as a build-up of pleasure overtakes us both. I move my hands to his back and course my sharp nails across his bare skin. His muscles strain beneath his skin, stretching it taut. As if asking for attention, his wings unfurl from behind his back and flutter. They are so beautiful and sexy. However, I don’t dwell on his wings for long.

April moaned from the sudden sodomy. Remaining in doggy-style, I went back up to maximum speed, brutalizing April’s rectum like an underage sex slave. While I worked, Kim manoeuvred herself under me, and after toying with the idea of giving me a hard prostate prod, managed to work her head between April’s legs with her pussy above her face. It was a bit difficult to move now with Kim under me, but I didn’t want to deprive her of the bliss of drinking my cum out of her daughter’s pussy. Feeling her mom’s lips to her cunt and my cock ravaging her asshole, April was in heaven. She didn’t want this day to end.