Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

The mattress dipped under my weight, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the fire building between us. "My turn to be in control," Vanessa announced, straddling my hips with a predatory grace. Her wet pussy slid along the length of my cock without taking me inside, her slick folds parting around my shaft like hot silk, coating me in her juices. The friction was exquisite torture—every glide sending waves of pleasure radiating from my groin, my balls tightening as I felt her clit bump against the underside of my head. She was dripping, her arousal hot and slippery, and the scent of her musk filled the air, intoxicating me.

I cum on his cock twice before he finishes inside me. Tyler goes last. He flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up, and enters me from behind in one brutal stroke. "FUCK – ” My hands scrabble against the table. “You’re so – you’re so deep – ” “Yeah?” He grips my hair, pulls my head back. “You like that? Like being fucked full of cum by four different men?” "Yes – ” I’m sobbing, drooling, completely lost. ”Yes, I love it – ”

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

he commanded, landing a smack on her assa. Her throat bobbed. “O-One…” She counted, voice quivering. His palm lingered and he smacked her right ass cheek again. Harder and Sharper the sting echoed up her spine like lightning. “Two!” She trembled, pussy dripping. “Three! Oh—God…” His fingers dragged slowly over her burning skin, massaging lightly, teasingly, before he landed the fourth. “Four!” She gasped, her chest pressing into his lap, her nipples hardened and her panties now soaked. Her body betrayed her shame—betrayed her resolve.

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“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

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 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.”