Game Of Thrones Sex Fanfic Novels & Stories

"May we take you upstairs?" "Brother, Thyri has been through..." I began but before I could finish she stood up bringing us to our feet. "Yes," Was the simple reply my mate, our mate gave as we walked up the stairs and into the master bedroom. "My love," I whispered in her ear as I brushed back her beautiful hair. I slowly kissed her lips as Dayne started taking off her clothes, carefully placing each kiss on her body. I was never sure about this when Dayne and I would get our mate we would have sex with her together, I dreaded that it would be awkward but it's quite easy everything falling into place. I placed her on the bed as I kissed down her body opened her legs and licked her clit. I w

A gate of hope and salvation for both himself and the underworld. He placed a kiss on her forehead, resting her head on his chest as he forced himself to sleep. The night was indeed the best for either of them. A night of love and affection. A night of their deepest confession for each other. The same night they had tasted each other. To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

I was up in the clouds and I didn't want to come down. “Fuck Genevieve, you're so fucking wet and it feels so good.” He groaned, shutting his eyes as he pounded me roughly. He pulled out at the nick of time and poured his cum all over my body. He collapsed into the bed, next to me and pulled me to himself. We were both sweating and breathing heavily. This was one of the best sex of my life. We had sex several more times, everyone being better than the last. Thorn was a stallion and I loved the way he handles me on the bed. Every single time that I thought he couldn't turn me on anymore, he surprises me and makes me crave crazily for him.

He said, angrily. The illusion of the love and softness of his hands broke and I was dragged back to reality which made the pleasure brewing in my belly go away. Alpha Tyrion gripped the tightly and lifted his legs a little above the sheets. Before I knew, he was banging me like a stallion who didn't care about emotions and love making. He just needed his release. The release of his seeds into my ungrateful womb so that he could get rid of me and never touch me again. But could I live without his warm body when I knew how he tasted like?

Then he too came, shooting his load into her uncontrollably, his eyes rolled back in his head with the pleasure, he reached out and grabbed her breasts, holding on for dear life as he felt his cock drip inside her, as though it was his life form itself. He collapsed onto her, his face buried in her chest, gasping as she stroked his scalp. “I’d really enjoy reenacting this on Thorne’s office chair.” She murmured. “You need to kill him, Darius. I want to fuck you in every inch of that mansion. It’s what we deserve.” Darius’s eyes burned with a renewed fire. “Your wish is my command, my love.”

I set a rhythm—hard, fast, punishing, the kind you’d use if you wanted to fuck someone right out of your memory. Her nails raked my back, dragging deep, angry lines down my spine. Every time I bottomed out, she whimpered. Every time I pulled back, she clawed at my ass to force me deeper. We were both animals, pretending to be people, using sex as a way to wage war on each other’s hearts. “Are you thinking about sex?” Selina spat the words between gritted teeth, voice thick with venom and lust. I grabbed her jaw, holding her steady so I could stare right into her furious, glassy eyes. “Only thinking about making you wetter than this.”

"Yes, you can. Give it to me, sunshine. Let go." She screamed his name as she shattered around him, convulsing, thighs shaking. Her walls squeezed him so tight, he cursed under his breath, flipped her back on the bed, and pounded into her in three final thrusts. He came with a growl, spilling deep inside her. The room was quiet, the air thick with heat and the scent of sweat and sex. Talia lay there, limp and panting, her skin flushed. Dominic collapsed beside her and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

Me under Alpha Sean with his hands on my throat and my back arched while he pounded me from behind, and the faint red marks where he had held my neck. Heat surged up my whole body, manipulating every structure of who I was, and I kept building and building till I exploded. I felt the rush of heat and moisture from my pussy. If this was what real sex felt like, then I want to feel it every fucking day for the rest of my life. “That’s it. That’s it, girl,” he groaned. “I’m not even done yet.”

I actually had sex with Gabriel Thorne. After years of dreaming about him, fantasizing in the dark quiet of my room, aching for him with a longing that sometimes felt like it would consume me whole—it had actually happened. It was real. And Goddess help me, it had been a million times better than any fantasy my imagination had ever conjured.

She felt her muscles clench, milking him, drawing a deep groan from his throat. With a final, powerful thrust, Ben cried out, his body going rigid, his seed erupting deep inside her, a hot, pulsing gush that filled her to overflowing. Sansa felt the warm liquid, a testament to their shared transgression, and a deep, visceral satisfaction settled over her.