Game Of Thrones Smut Novels & Stories

He groaned, thrusting erratic, then buried deep hot cum flooding my core, marking me inside. "Take brother's load, slut... leak it all day, remember who owns this pussy anytime." We collapsed panting, his weight heavy, cock still twitching inside. Pain throbbed sweet, body spent, but his hand roamed, fingers teasing my clit lazy. "Not done, dirty girl. Round two? feel that ache? Gonna fuck it deeper." I whimpered, wiggling hips impatient even sore. He pulled out slow, cum dripping, then dropped wet kisses down my belly to my pussy, lapping his own mess mixed with mine.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

I beg with everything I have. “Please.” He thrusts in hard. The new angle hits untouched spots. My pussy swallows him whole. He fucks me with raw power. His hands grip my hips. He leaves red marks on my skin. I feel the orgasm cresting. It rises like a beautiful wave. The romance threads through the raw smut. He leans over me. His chest presses against my back. His hot breath fans my neck. He reaches around. His fingers find my clit again. He rubs slow now. He prolongs the torture. My tits scrape the desk. My nipples turn raw from the friction.

She looked like sin and power wrapped in one perfect package. She smiled slowly, eyes raking over my body. “Lock the door.” I did. “Now come here and show me how wet that pussy is....."

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, beast-human romance, delayed pleasure, dominance, restraints, power play, and consensual use of sex toys. . . The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain.

Usually such acts like drinking blood as a human should disgust me, but I'm so gone with euphoria that I do as he says, gulping the iron tangy red liquid immediately. "Good human.” Lord Dane comes inside me with a snarl, flooding me with cold cum, leaving me trembling with his cum and fruit juice leaking down my thighs as he pulls out. His cold fingers stroking my back while I shudder is post orgasmic bliss, I feel his sharpened nails lower to dig into my hips, while his free hand strokes my hair, his voice soft and ethereal even as it's commanding. “Such a messy pet. You look well spent. ... But we’re not finished yet.”

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Warning Smut scene ahead⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ Broken moans and gasps could be heard drifting from a room within the house. On a bed in the master bedroom, with blankets kicked aside, entwined were two naked men with each other as closely as only two people could ever be. Damon had his eyes tightly shut, with his forehead covered in sweat, which his brows creased from pleasure.

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

"Your brother kept you hidden away like a good girl. Turns out you're a desperate little slut, aren't you?" "Yes." The word came out broken. "Yes, I'm a slut. I'm whatever you want me to call myself." Smith moved behind me. I felt his clothed body press against my bare back, felt how hard he was through his jeans. His hands gripped my hips and pulled my ass back against him and he ground against me slowly while Theo played with my nipples. "She's already shaking," Smith said quietly. The first words he'd spoken all night. "Hasn't even been touched properly and she's falling apart."