Game Of Thrones Male Si Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I needed him. “Am I not enough for you, Cupcake?” Dante asked playfully, as he smacked my ass and pulled my hair, hard. “Aww, fuck Dante, you’re more than enough.” I moaned in response to Dante’s punishment of my ass cheek. Osiris removed his clothes and walked over to the bed fully naked, and fully erect. Si has this beautifully smooth coffee colored skin, and a scent that combines coffee and caramel. Si looks like an Egyptian God. Osiris’s piercing turquoise eyes are by far his most mesmerizing feature.

Next to her, Sushi, our chubby cat, was lying on his back, legs sprawled open. “Who is he?” Sienna squinted. “He’s tall and handsome. But I don’t like him.” “He’s—” I opened my mouth, then closed it again. What explanation could possibly make sense to a four-year-old in a mermaid outfit with the ego of a giant squid? “I know! He’s the electrician, right?” Sienna pointed toward the door. “Or... a villain. He could be a villain. He said he’s your husband. But I didn’t see a wedding invitation on the fridge!”

Of course I want to do this". And to prove my point, I try to remove his shirt. Sia drops my fat arse on the bed and I lie down awaiting. He strips down to nothing, ,before hovering over me, a small smile on his lips. "I get turned on just by looking at you". "Stop talking and just fuck me already", I yell in frustration. "My pussy is in dire need of your dick". "Geez! You're so bossy". Sia hastily discards my jeans, lowering himself until he is on eye level with my pussy. "The view is good down here you know". I shiver, when I fell his breath there. What Sia's doing is nothing compared with what Davidson did to me when we were together.

I whisper. "Please what? I can't hear you. This drum must be muffling the sound." "Please keep going." The words taste like shame, like surrender. "Please... please finger-fuck me." "Who's asking?" "I am. Cleo." "Cleo who?" I close my eyes, my cheek pressed against cold metal. "Your stepsister. Please, Jorah. Please finger-fuck your stepsister's pussy. Please make me come." "Good girl." His fingers start moving again - faster now, harder, pumping into me with a rhythm that makes my toes curl inside my socks.

Rohan stepped out — a 6’10” Black colossus of pure muscle, his dark skin glistening with sweat in the moonlight, eyes cold and merciless. Sienna didn’t speak. She simply let the silk slip fall to her feet. Rohan crossed the stone terrace in three powerful strides. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her down hard onto the ancient stone altar. The rough, moss-covered stone was cool and damp against her bare back and ass, the jagged edges digging painfully into her skin as the oppressive humidity made sweat bead instantly across her body. He freed his monstrous cock and drove it into her soaked pussy with one savage, merciless thrust — forcing nearly his entire enormous length inside her

“That’s none of your business.” “Oh, but it is.” Dain’s voice lowered, his words soft but coiled tight with venom, a hiss wrapped in silk. “You’re mine, Soren. You always were. And you will be again. You think that broken boy in there can keep you?” His eyes flicked toward Travian’s room. “He’s nothing. You’ll get tired of cleaning up his blood.” The words sliced straight through him, igniting a fury so sharp Soren’s vision burned. His chest heaved as he stepped forward, shoving Dain hard. “Don’t you dare talk about Travian. He’s ten times the man you’ll ever be.”

I was dreaming about having sex with Mikkeli for a long time, but I kept pushing these thoughts away from me, especially since everybody seemed to be against that idea. But I know I can't take it anymore. I refuse to accept his suffering; I refuse to watch him suffer. I would prefer our relationship to progress slowly, but I no longer have the comfort of deciding about it, and neither does Theon. "Mates are created in the heavens; isn't that what you all believe? I am his mate, I was created especially for him, and he was created especially for me so he will not hurt me. I just have to be sure he won't mark me because I don't want to tie him to me for eternity if he still has any doubts abou

I seethed, my teeth grinded together. He moved closer, his steps slow just like his pace in that dream—my wet dream, a world covered in orgasm and my screams and moans like gentle drumbeats. Everyone would be so disappointed if they got to know what feelings I harboured for Simon and worse, he had a girlfriend. I couldn't have him just the same as everything I craved. "Sienna……" he called, his tone singsong. He leaned in, pinning me between his arms, his oceanic blue eyes on mine.

“They spent three days together.” “Is that so?” I mocked again. “So you want both women?” “It’s not like that.” His voice came out as a whisper, “She’s not Sianna. I love only Sianna. I would rather die than live without Sianna.” I smiled at his last statement. “I like that thought.” Blayne chuckled too. “I am not going to hurt you in this helpless state that you are in.” I beckoned to Blayne, “Unchain him, we will handle this like grown men.”

He sits down in his throne-inspired leather-backed chair behind a solid, hand-carved mahogany desk. I decide to sit across from him, glancing at the roaring embers in the fireplace behind and to the left of the desk. They dance like shadows on the wooden paneling of the walls. Then I close my eyes, taking in the crackling sounds. “Father,” I say coolly. “Sienna is my fiancé. We are in love. I proposed. She said yes. You ask what am I thinking? I’m thinking you harassed me to put a queen on the throne at my side. I’ve chosen. What are you thinking?”