Game Of Thrones Smut Novels & Stories

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

It slapped against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. "Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me," *he panted, fumbling with the waistband of your panties. In one swift motion, he ripped them away, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust.*

“Look at you… gagging on your stepson’s cock in the middle of the throne room like a desperate whore. So fucking messy.” I pulled back gasping for air. Without thinking, I slapped the heavy, spit-soaked shaft against my cheek, then rubbed it all over my face smearing my own spit across my lips, cheeks, and forehead like a depraved slut. I looked up at him with teary, lust-drunk eyes as I rubbed his throbbing cock over my face, kissing and licking every veiny inch. “You’re so fucking big…” I whimpered. Soren’s smirk was sin. He gripped his cock and slapped it against my tongue a few times before shoving it back into my mouth, thrusting deeper than before.

growled lips claiming ozone-ember clash fierce demanding hands dominance robe fingers hips hoist wall legs waist arousal hard core. "Yes," moaned flames sensual violet ribbons coiling teasing scars aligned rut primal. Pleasure hot thrusts thunder rhythmic slow deep slide friction clench gasps filled hands thighs spread wider deeper chamber breaths slick. "Alexander gods harder pound wet pussy own," begged nails raking red healed violet flames skin trails heightened.

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