Game Of Thrones Smut Novels & Stories

I know I’m weird—I literally write orc/human princess smut online. “If I were you, I’d start counting…” His voice is so rough right now, thick with lust too. His large hand grabs my left cheek, and I moan, my aching pussy moistening. “I intend to redden this butt. Now count,” he orders, low and dangerous. He gives me enough time to prepare for the next one, but it's not enough to hold back a loud yelp when it comes. “One.” I manage to whisper, tears plopping from my eyes onto the blanket. Cold sweat prickles on my skin, a perpetual heat swirling in my stomach, making me go dizzy with overwhelming emotions.

She nodded— Desperate. I smirked. “Look at us. Look how perfect we are together.” Her mouth stretched around my cock— “Fuck Olivia, your mouth is damn good. Then your pussy must taste like heaven.” I reached my climax, pouring in my cum into her mouth, hot— gushing into her mouth, she moaned again gagging “I fucking said drink it all, OLIVIA.” She swallowed, cum sliding down the corners of her lips, removing my cock slowly with a loud—sloppy pop, I packed every drop running down her face with my thumb back into her mouth, she took it it licking it clean eyes in me.

He is smirking at me, and his eyes are full of heat and love fixed on me. God, how does he still make me feel like this? I lean in close, whispering against his ear with a sly smile, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mr. Luther.” He grins, leaning back, his fingers moving closer to my clit. “Oh, I fully intend to finish it, Mrs Luther.” And his fingers start rubbing my clit over my panties, making me bite my lower lip. And just like that, Christmas becomes even warmer. Fuck! I want him to stop and continue both at the same time.

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

How fucking hot is that? The moment he's gone, TJ rushes upstairs and settles on his bed with his laptop. He downloads the *Master Smears Your Blood Good* file and opens it. It starts off in the point of view of the MMC. He's like four centuries old, and he talks about his lover's devastatingly beautiful eighteen-year-old protégé. He describes his "deliciously curved body," his "luscious full lips," his "succulent round ass" and how much he wants to sink his teeth into it. He talks about how hard his cock gets whenever he's near, and how he wants to make him cum until he's boneless as a drained mortal.

The question was a whisper, torn from her. “That you are the most real thing that has ever happened to me. That your mind terrifies and excites me. That your courage humbles me. That the thought of you returning to this border and me to my castle to choose a... a *broodmare*,” he spat the word, “feels like a sentence to a life of shadows.” He reached out, his hand hovering near her cheek, not touching. “You said love is a weakness. My brother proved it. But watching you, fighting beside you... I think maybe it’s not love that’s weak. It’s the fear of it. The fear is what cripples. The love itself... I think it might be the only thing that makes any of this worth saving.” Tears, bright and sh

He gripped Elias’s hair tighter and pushed forward, rubbing the head of his cock across Elias’s parted lips, smearing precum over them. “Open.” Elias obeyed. The second his lips parted, Damien thrust in, he forced his cock past Elias’s lips and straight into his throat in one rough motion. Elias gagged hard, eyes watering instantly as his throat convulsed around the thick intrusion. Damien held him there, buried to the hilt, letting him choke and struggle. “Fuck… that’s it,” Damien groaned, voice low and filthy. “Choke on it. Your pretty little mouth was made for this.”

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

Why would he enter the RUT at a time like this? “Damn it! Get Shiloh! Don't let him get any closer to him!” George's voice sounded hurried, I saw him run and stop in front of the door. He immediately covered his nose and averted his eyes, George threw up right there. The smell of Gruvv's pheromones filled the room, the pheromones of Dominant Alphas who were experiencing RUT were usually toxic to other alphas or made them uncomfortable which is why George and Shin couldn't get any closer. They coughed not far from the door, some of them had even fallen down due to the pungent pheromone scent. I could hear the groans and screams of the Omegas who also smelled Gruvv's pheromones.

He continued to give attention to my breasts with his mouth while he caressed my body with his hands and my body began to react wanting more, wanting to feel him inside me again and he seemed to understand because with one of his hands he was accommodating his erection in my womanhood to begin to slide gently and I stifled a moan. He started by giving gentle thrusts, letting my body adjust to his length again, but when my moans got out of control as I buried my nails in his strong shoulders, his thrusts became harder, deeper and faster. And this time I cum screaming his name for the first time and he took a few more lunges to also cum and stay on top of me. It had been wonderful, we were so