Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #CHAPTER_4 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊🕊 🕊🕊 🕊 #OMNICIENT_POV 👳

The sensation was exquisite, and I found myself grinding my hips against her face. A fourth girl, a Latina with hair as dark as a raven's wing, took my rock-hard cock into her hand, stroking it gently. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the pearl of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. She hummed in approval, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the flavor.

What have I done in my past life to be punished in a hell ruled by four men? Behind me I had the last remaining man, Astrophel. My legs began to tremble in parallel as I saw Madow approaching me with intentions of cornering me and not letting me back out; none of them had that intention in their eyes and only saw danger. "We have things to talk about, dear Amy," smiled the short jet-haired man ungraciously, forcing me to look at him with a hand on my chin and his voice lowered in pitch, knowing it would bring me to my knees on the floor, "And you're not going to like the results."

“Camilla gifted this one to her.” She goes quiet. Her skin feels warm as my fingers brush her skin to open the stubborn knots. I place the wings on the counter and rub the string imprint on her shoulder. “Oh…“ She stifles a moan and holds onto the countertop for support. Her voice hit right at my cock. “Wings were heavy,” I mutter, to ignore the surge rising inside my pants. I should move away and give her some space. But I can’t help but breathe in her intoxicating scent. How the hell boys keep their hands away from her?

April hissed as Anna pushed deeper into her. But Anna wasn’t the type to obey. Her smirk said it all. Instead, she pulled her finger out, leaving April trembling, and without a word, she shifted her body, straddling April’s hips, spreading her own legs wide until their slick p*ssies lined up. The moment their cl*ts touched, both of them gasped, sharp and needy.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

"Now let's go find you some elite dick." "I'm going to talk to him. TALK. Nothing else." "Mhmm...talk with your mouth, among other things..." "You're absolutely disgusting." "And that's why I'm the best wingwoman you'll ever have, baby. Now move that virgin ass. We've got a wolf to hunt."

Her hands shook as she worked me out of my boxers and her eyes widened slightly when she saw my dick, long, thick, hard, and already leaking precum. “What?” I mocked as I propped my head on a pillow, “bigger than the dicks to take in your strip club?” “I don't do this at the club,” she answered with her eyes still fixed on my dick. I could tell she was excited, could smell her arousal that was blooming again. If I had known April was such a closeted whore like this, I’d have pushed her buttons way before this. I'd have made her my personal whore before now. “What are you waiting for? Put your mouth to good use.”

I rolled my eyes forcing the corners of my lips not to rise, pulling myself of the machine I had been sat on for the past hour throwing Four the towel he had handed me, allowing him to wipe the non existent sweat from his stomach. I allowed myself to sneak a few mere seconds to glance at Four, I blame the butterflies in my tummy I feel around him on the mate bond but there was no denying that this man wasn't constructed by god himself. I quickly advert my eyes when I feel his glance on me, the last thing I wanted was for his head to grow even larger.