Fullmetal Ifrit Sex Novels & Stories

"I'm the goblin king Izak, this is my wife Chig and son Zrukz, we've come to help heal the half-blood. My eyes widen and I laugh, fucking sneaky little creep. "Allow my wife to lick his wounds and they will heal," he growls. I shrugged and waved my hands towards Flint. The short naked female goblin waddled over to Flint and began licking Flint's back and it healed before my eyes. "Allow my son a bite of your flesh princess, for our troubles," Izak grins at me. I looked at his son and grinned, nodding my head. It was worth it to save Flint. I told him to follow me to the side office. I offered my arm and he shook his head. I lifted my shirt and he shook his head again. I scowl and point to my

, she asked, holding up the empty bag. “And here you were, acting like you weren’t hungry.” “I was, I mean am. Sycamore, please.” “I don’t have any more blood. What I do have, is the sexual energy you need.” “No.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be silly Prita. You hate blood. It’s part of your nature as a vraugmita. But sex? You love it. That’s why it’s easier to feed off your partner’s sexual energy.”

The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a symphony of their primal dance. Lucifer’s claws dug into Allistair’s hips, leaving marks that glowed with an otherworldly light. Allistair cried out, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him. The pain and pleasure mingled, creating a sensation that was almost too intense to bear. Lucifer’s rhythm faltered, his own release building with each powerful thrust. With a final, primal roar, he spilled himself into Allistair, marking him as his own. Allistair’s body shuddered, his inner muscles clenching around Lucifer, milking every last drop of his essence.

I needed to make myself as cruel as I could. “You’re mistaken, Mr. Moreti.” My voice was cold. “There was never a bed, it was just a night. One that is already forgotten, or are you so hung up on one flimsy night? One would think you were the virgin and not me. It’s just sex and nothing more, and whatever we had before that, a relationship or what not, it’s done as well. I’m sure I made that clear enough last night.” Lies. They were all brutal, ugly but necessary lies.

You're going to kill me. - Aren't you a mighty dragon? Don't tell me my little wolf is too much for you. – Gary says, separating Lucifron's legs and pressing his erection at his entrance. Lucifron can't resist, and a new section of extremely hot and violent sex is born. Lucifron's body shows the marks of sex, and tiredness overwhelms him, falling asleep as soon as Gary leaves him. Gary gets out of bed and walks around the room naked. His eyes never left Lucifron's nude body, and he ran his tongue across his lips, wishing he was fucking him again.

In one swift motion, he enters me so hard that my scream gets stifled in my throat. But this is what I want, his rough hand is what I crave. I never thought that I would ever be interested in rough sex or the way we play, but Fenriz has a way that turns me into a woman hungry for his praises. “That’s my baby girl,” “I know you can take all of me, sweet little fox.” “So fucking perfect and all mine,” His praises, coupled with his groaning and the sound of our slick bodies colliding together, echo through the office, causing me to fall into a delirious haze. Every now and then, he slows down to kiss me, my throat, or any other part of my body.

My words only made him go hard, hitting me harder and faster, while holding into my boobs like his life depended on it. After over thirty minutes of fucking me from behind, I finally let him stop. I pushed him back to the mat and let him lay there. I wanted to ride him now. I climbed over him and sat on his cock, riding him just as quickly as he fucked me. It was all about returning the favour. In my life I had many men before working with the Madsun kingdom. I would fuck me off all species, werewolves, vampires, humans, dwarfs, orks, to mention just a few. I was a sex freak and I couldn't help it.

' Ritian lamented, 'I only got here— why do I have these problems? 'Should I pretend to become mute because of the trauma?' Ritian closed his eyes. He can't do that. It is awful. "You beast! Ritian, you're a whore!" A woman whose face is red from furry charged in his way. Ritian's jaw slacked. 'What in the chicken feet did I do now? I don't even know you!' She cried, "You did everything to have Cheel, right? You sold yourself to the devil, Ritian! I can't believe you are this low! You'd spread your legs for anyone! I was so stupid to not notice this before but you, Ritian, even if you're a man, you don't act like one! You're still a slut like your cheap mother!"

his voice lowered at the memory haunting him. “what happend next?” I said feeling breathless.His eyes didn’t smile, they went cold “Then the illusion cracked. The smell of flowers turned to the scent of a week-old corpse. So I cut it down and behind it, the shadows parted and Zaahir Stepped forward and blocked my part” A shiver went down my spine, this was terrifyingly interesting. “He was an Ifrit of the old world, towering, his skin the color of cooled lava, bronzed armour and eyes like two dying suns with spiral horns on his head”

Unable to move, I could only try and breathe and wait for whoever had thrown the bomb to appear. Despite not pressing the button, the door opened and revealed my intruder. The muscular form of a Frentin male. If I'd been able to move my mouth would have fallen open for yet another time. Frentin males were some of the most attractive aliens that our race had encountered. They were similar enough to humans that some had even crossbred with them, but they were far stronger than humans and they knew it. I was in trouble. Big trouble. "Ahhh, you must be Jet," he said as he came closer, his violet eyes looking over me. "Ross said you'd be the next pilot to come out here."