Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

It’s just… I look at the words on my skin once more, so Phoenix covers it up with his hand again. Everybody in the shifter community thinks it. It doesn’t matter if the wound will go away or not. Everybody already knows it. “It’s not true,” Phoenix growls. “Why else would I have four mates?” I ask, casting my gaze downward. “If I’m not…” If I’m not a slut. I can’t say the words, but I can think them.

My eyes drifted over her bare pu**y, up her fit belly, to her mountainous, jutting bre*sts, before I met her smiling face. "Callum, we are together now, whether you like it or not. I am your slut now. We have gone too far to go back. The only choice you have, if you want to be able to keep working this job, and to keep going home to that sweet, pretty girlfriend who loves you... is to make me your slut, permanently. You have already f*cked me, baby, and that is not going to stop. It cannot stop. It feels too f*cking good to stop now. That was the best sex of my life... who would have thought I would get that from you? You are like me now... you need sex constantly. You cannot walk away from

“This mouth was made to suck a nice big cock. We’ve got tonight, and by the time I am done with you, not a single part of you will be innocent anymore. He said. He suddenly moves me backwards, collapsing to the bed, I look up as he spreads my thigh wide. He held my legs tightly, stepping between them. “Very nice.” I know you will have a nice juicy pussy. I can see how wet you are.” Matthew advised that I wax down below, but there is no way that was happening. I’ve tried to wax my legs before and that turned into a nightmare. Why would anyone put themselves through that kind of pain? I always trimmed my pubic and that is what I did. I wasn't like I wanted this anyway.

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

“You deserve to suffer a little.” God help me, I did. For all the times I’d held back. For every second I’d pretended I didn’t want her this badly. I pulled her shirt up and off in one smooth motion, tossing it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Just bare skin and goosebumps and curves that made me feel like some idiot teenager about to explode just from looking. I cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she arched into my hands with a sound that hit me dead in the gut.

“I’m being honest. I don’t flirt. Since the moment I knew you were my girl, I’ve enjoyed everything about you. I’m used to perfection, but with you… I don’t mind breaking the rules a little. Weird, huh?” “That’s a pretty solid excuse to say it wasn’t flirting. But thanks—for not complaining about how I look right now.” I wiped the smudged mascara from under my eyes, watching his reflection as he smiled and turned back to the road. “What kind of mascara did Tyra use? My lashes feel like they’ve been glued in place.” Hayden just chuckled softly and let me ramble until we got to the dorms. I darted straight to the bathroom to clean up. After my shower, I threw on a t-shirt with Phoenix’s favori

Shame. I pressed a shaking hand between my legs, over the jeans, feeling the damp heat there. A fresh wave of slick pulsed at the memory of his fingers—circling, pressing, commanding my orgasm with nothing more than touch and words. My clit throbbed in aftershocks, sensitive and swollen, every step rubbing the seam of my jeans against it until I had to bite back a whimper. The omega wing door creaked open under my palm. Lavender and damp stone greeted me, but even that familiar scent couldn’t mask what I carried now. I reeked of sex. Of submission. Of him.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

She pounds me relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “You’re our shared family slut now,” Sarah moans, choking me lightly with one hand while fucking me. “Say it.” “I… I’m your slut…” I whimper between moans, my refusals completely gone now, lost in overwhelming pleasure. Jake groans and buries his cock deep in my throat. Sarah fucks me faster. Right as I feel another orgasm building — my fourth — and Jake starts swelling between my tits, the front door downstairs opens. Heavy footsteps echo in the hallway.