Impregnation Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Midnight Tease The clock on my nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m., red digits mocking my insomnia. The manor creaked like an old lover settling into bed—winds rattling the ivy against windows, distant rain pattering the slate roof. I'd tossed for hours, sheets tangled around my legs, pussy still tender from the bath-time wank, clit hypersensitive from Daddy's stare. Dreams fragmented: Jake's thigh grind morphing into Richard's box-lifting gropes, their cocks duelling inside me. Woke drenched, nightie rucked up to my waist, fingers sticky from a half-conscious clit rub. Thirst clawed my throat—proper thirst, not just for water—and the kitchen fridge called with its chilled bottles.

His strong hands spreading my thighs wider, with his mouth devouring my swoleen clit while he whispered how sweet I tasted, and how long he had also wanted to taste me. The fantasy increased flooding my senses, as I kept pumping my fingers faster. I imagined him bending me over his desk, yanking my skirt up around my waist, and thrusting his thick cock into me from behind. I could almost feel the way he would fill me, with his hard and thick cock. I imagined as his hips were slapping against my ass with every deep and powerful stroke. In my head he was gripping my hair, pulling my head back so he could have access to growl filthy words in my ear.

I mean, who says stuff like that? “All of it?” I ask. I'm not just interested, I'm not just intrigued… I'm wholly, completely, and utterly invested. “All of it. Including Those, dark, sinful fantasies, the ones that have you biting your lip when you're alone at night.” I bite my lip, struggling to suppress a grin that’s trying its hardest to break free. “You're making some pretty bold promises, Andrei.” “I make bold promises because I have bold intentions. Now's your turn. Start by telling me what those fantasies are.”

IMPREGNATION Impregnation occurs only three ways # The female and male are true mates # The female and male enter into a willing claim bond # The female mates but is not marked by either a true mate or a claim # Only mates or potential mates can carry high ranking pups without a completed bond ** There is the rare occasion where a female will carry another males pup after a true mate bond is created if the mate of the female is of other decent or species - See other Decents or Species. "DAM! DAM! DAM!" I yell as I throw the book across the room. There is no way we will get Seraphina to mark us willingly, she is too loyal to that vamp king. There might be only one way and that would be to con

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

“You see, after years of seeking great knowledge from his powerful ancestors in the spirit realm, Zokman told me that I could attain immortality by drinking the blood of my unborn. That is why I take the life of any female who ever becomes pregnant with my child and I take the unborn baby’s blood to be used in an immortality ritual.” Erin thought she would faint. She had never heard anything so disturbing or as barbaric as what Nikjin was telling her now. This fellow was either very stupid or downright insane to allow his shambolic shaman to deceive him so cruelly. How could he believe that killing his unborn babies and consuming their blood could make him immortal? How could he believe some

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more. Aiden observed the scene before him, captivated by the sight of the beautiful woman getting fucked by the two brothers. His imagination sparked, and he found himself drawn into the fantasy, yearning to be the one pleasuring her. He envisioned himself intimately entwined with her, his desire intensifying as he imagined his own hands caressing her delicate features, exploring her tender lips, and savoring her. He wished it was his cock that fucking her little mouth, tight pussy and asshole.

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your

In which people stopped and stopped there was no movement that in an instant when everything changed in the middle of a cocoon and in this cocoon like veins that spread and a heart that pumped and pumped, and he was fucked while everyone there recovered from that near-invasion which ended up in a very advantageous deal for him. As they grew skin muscles like at a dizzying speed as I sewed together wrapped in light and red flames and their bodies stretched and was reborn wrapped in red light, in what were like incandescent flames that enveloped their body. Being that skin-to-skin contact, muscles and blood, wrapped a membrane that regenerated and grew, and he felt that membrane, those tentacl