Novel & Cerita Granblue Fantasy Fanfiction

Jordan groaned, giving her the fucking she craved and in his head he imagined the look on Jordan's face when his eighteen-year-old friend saw that he had conquered a woman on par with Faith' perfection to add to their freshly started p**n-themed Onlyfans. Damn, he was fucking a gold mine and he was desperate to mine it! "AHHHH! YES! Ahhh! AHHHH!" she groaned, her cunt quivering around him, and although she was close, she had to put her foot down to the p**n fantasy that Jordan was conducting. "Ahhhhh! I'm your whore, but you can't make me do p**n!" Faith moaned and her words did the unthinkable, it made him completely unhinged.

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

, I say wondering what has gotten into gran. Gran smiles “ I know that dear but just hear me out…you are such a lovely girl, you shouldn’t be alone. I see the sadness in your eyes when we walk past the couples on the beach. I don’t know what put that hurt in your eyes, but I also know the way I’ve seen you look at my grandson and I think he could make you happy. I want you to give him a chance" Wait. What’s going on now? Seriously, what’s going on. She’s seen me “looking” at her grandson, I cringe and wish the earth would just open up and swallow me whole.

“Not exactly, she was something different all together. Something more, like you, but different.” My stomach churns. “She was also born of a union that should’ve never happened,” Gran continues. “Not fated, not chosen—engineered. Forced. Long before your parents, long before even I was born. She was the result of a war that didn’t look like a war. A secret project between a rogue coven and a splintered pack. They wanted to create something powerful to take over, something that could survive what was coming.” Gran’s eyes open, and there’s something chilling in them now. “The prophecy..” Eirik curses under his breath.

Amelia could see that Bran was smitten with Marina through the smile that lit his face when Marina was around, and Marina threw longing looks at Bran when she thought nobody was looking. Were they perhaps fated mates, just like Grayson and Brianna? Bran sneaked another peck on her lips before pulling away, “Oops, sorry Gran.” He said with a smile Marina hid her face in the crook of his neck. “I need to go.” She tried to leave, but Bran locked her in his embrace. “I don’t think there’s any reason to say no. Is there?” Gran asks while transferring the vegetables to the table. Marina moved her lips against Brandon’s chest, but the sound wasn’t audible. He inhaled sharply at the sensation it cre

“That’s just a story, Gran. Lycans, werewolves, and a moon goddess... those are just characters from stories to scare little kids so they don’t stay out past dark. Things like that don’t really happen.” “It does happen.” “Gran-” “IT DOES HAPPEN!” Liana’s mouth snapped shut in surprise. Gran had never yelled at her before, not even once that she could remember. “We’re only here because I killed my mate,” she whispered. All the hairs on Liana’s back prickled and stood on end. The word mate brought dozens of stories to the surface of Liana’s memory. But Gran had never told her a story that involved murder before, and she’d certainly never put herself into one. The old woman came and sat on the

The chaos of the battlefield seemed to fade into the background as the focus shifted to the intricate web of relationships and motivations woven into the supernatural tapestry. Damian, displaying the disrespect and arrogance befitting a spoilt Alpha heir, interrupted the verbal exchange. "Why don't you go be a beta somewhere else and leave Fernanda to me? I'll capture her." His words cut through the charged atmosphere, the tension escalating with each syllable. Grinjo, unyielding and defiant, retorted, "Just because you are Alpha Draxler's son doesn't mean I have to follow your orders. I'm only loyal to your father; not even your mother gives me orders, so you better not get in my way." The

While I was sucking my wife's fingers, her other hand begins to rub my cock, which stirred me up even more. Jessblue is an addiction you can't get enough of, every Bampire’s fantasy. "She tastes magnificent, my love. Now, kiss me.” And she does. The mixture of her orgasm and her blood brings adrenaline to my body. "Thank you for this treat, Candice." "Cameron, the next orgasm she has, you will drink from her neck, and I will allow you to touch her as you feed on her," Candice says before walking back to Jessblue. JessBlue

Jasmina sits on the open lid of the trunk, swinging to popular music. When she notices Glary approaching, she grins viciously. “If that's not my dear mate who's horny about someone else. Are you coming to reject me? Please, do it quickly, I also want to get rid of this disgusting mate bond with you”, she smears him wickedly. Glary won't let this chance go. “I Glary, future Alpha from the Silver Moon pack, reject Jasmina from the Midnight Moon pack as my fated mate. I never want to have anything to do with her again, there will be no bond between us anymore.” A sharp shot of pain flashes through Glary's body, he can barely stand. He grips his chest in an attempt to regulate his breathing. And

I whispered to the empty room, pushing the finger inside, wishing it was thicker, longer, his. The fantasy built fast: him behind me, one big hand fisting my hair, the other gripping my hip as he drove in deep, over and over, balls slapping my taint, grunting low in that gravel voice, “Take it, pretty boy. This ass is mine now.” I came with a choked moan, cum splattering across the dark floor in thick ropes, my hole clenching around my finger like it was begging for more. Panting, I stayed there on my knees, forehead pressed to the cool marble.