Hypnosis Fanfic Novels & Stories

I bet it would only be a few minutes before she started panting the way she always did before she started screaming my name. I already could to imagine as she it would be beautiful of that angle. And it would be so easy to move her back so that her pulsing pussy was on top of my cock. My hands unconsciously squeezed his hips, preparing to give him another orgasm. “ Vidar?” Rarity asked me, her calm voice snapping me out of it. any hypnosis induced for the lust in what I he was. Jesus Christ, I was going crazy. My eyes fixed on hers. My wolf was clawing at the walls of my subconscious, snorting and growling with impatience and anger.

] I understood that my emotions were the key to breaking Dorian's control, and I had to make them stronger than his willpower. ‘You're right. I won't back down.’ With unwavering resolve, I channeled all my love and determination into the hypnotic distraction. It pulsed with newfound intensity, a radiant force aimed directly at Dorian. [Now, Seraphine, direct it toward Dorian. Make him see the truth.] Following my inner power's guidance, I concentrated all my strength on targeting Dorian's consciousness. The hypnotic distraction shimmered with a brilliant light, a beacon of truth amidst the illusion.

Sounds pathetic now, because he wasn’t waiting, not like I was. My eyes flicker between his lips and his eyes, I can taste his breath, cool mint freshness…even his breath is cool. I’m standing at the edge of a volcano, the heat threatening to engulf me, to burn me…yet I can’t move, I’m hypnotised by the promise of danger…a twisted sense of excitement in the face of death. “Alpha?” I hadn’t even realised I had closed my eyes, until they snap back open, the aggressive knock on the office door waking me up from the hypnosis I was under.

There was no way that she’d fall for Zivon… Right? Either way, once Jenna was together with the two unconscious lovers, she couldn’t help but sigh and hold Xavia’s hand while muttering, “Hey… It’s Jenna… Wake up already, won’t you…? You’re starting to make everyone lose hope that you’ll ever wake up, even Ian… Right now, the only one who’s still giving you his all is Young Master Burton, and… He’s just in so much pain… Please stop his suffering, alright…?” “I should add that Young Master Burton has been working with a beautiful hypnotist just to help you wake up… and if this continues, something may just happen between you two… So please, Xavia. Please wake up soon…”

His hands gripped my calf, pulling my foot closer, and I could see the bulge growing in his pants, straining against the zipper. God, he was getting into it, the hypnosis weaving its magic, turning him into my eager slave. My mind swirled with filthy urges, wanting to grind against his face already, but I held back, savoring the slow burn. "That's perfect, David. You love this, don't you? Tasting your therapist's feet, making me feel good. Now, the other one. Suck harder. Make me wet with your mouth."

He was a transmigrator from another world, and I was nothing more than his target. I stared at his fake, affectionate face. At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind. Seven days later, at our wedding, I was going to run away. I was going to make him fail his mission. I wanted him dead! The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open. My best friend, Tiffany Dunn, rushed to my bedside, her eyes slightly red. “Oh my God, Summer, how did you get hurt this badly… Those men, did they…”

Everything went dark. The world fell silent. ⸻ “Oh my God…” I gasped for air. There wasn’t even time to assess where I was—I just clung to the body holding me like my life depended on it. Because it did. I wrapped my legs and arms around the angel of Hell as tightly as I could. “I’m sorry you’re so slow to grasp things without hypnosis,” he said, “but if I have to show you what you could be experiencing… then fine, baby, I’ll show you.”

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

"What do you think you can hold him with? That failing heart of yours, or those pathetic savings?" "He's got a chance to live the good life with me now. You really think he'd choose you, a dead weight?" Vivian's lips trembled for a long moment, until finally she shrieked, breaking down. "You're lying! He could never abandon me!" "He's the one who wants to find a hypnotist to kill you, to cut out your heart and use it to keep me alive. He couldn't possibly love you!" "You're nothing but a walking organ bank. Your whole life, you'll never measure up to me!"

“We need to know if your obsession can be directed or redirected. She will wear your wife's things and you will try to get on with her. If you get it on, then you can direct your affection to her while pretending that she is your wife.” I raised my brows in contempt. Did she really think I hadn't tried that? “If that doesn't work, then, we may have to go deeper.” Not knowing what to say, I watched as Sophia gave the girl some instructions. Sophia led me into self-hypnosis again. Once Katalina came into the picture, I was expected to sit still while Pear gave me body worship. And while she was doing it, I was supposed to try to turn her into Katalina in my head.