Impregnation Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

"Please don't stop. Fill me more. Use me. Breed me." They laugh as they continue their movements, their knots swelling inside me, their cum flooding my body. I'm theirs completely, body and soul. Hours later, they finally release me from the pillars. I collapse to the floor, unable to move. Cum leaks from every hole, pooling beneath me. My belly is massively swollen with their seed, and my body is covered in bites, scratches, and handprints. But as I lie there, broken and used, a new feeling stirs within me. Not resistance, not fear…craving.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

The spirit inside the doll hummed with satisfaction, its porcelain face unchanging, but the red eyes burned brighter, promising the night was far from over. As the tremors faded, the thrusts slowed just enough to tease, the cock still buried deep, vibrating softly against her oversensitive walls. Lila lay panting, wrists bruised, mouth slack with spit. The possession held her in its grip, her curiosity fully awakened to the dark desires she'd only read about. She wondered if she'd ever escape, or if this fantasy had claimed her for good.

It felt kind of good and wrong at the same time. “Be still, Alice,” he said. “This is where the corruption lies. It must be anointed.” He poured the oil directly onto my exposed vagina. It was cold as it flooded over my sensitive folds, and I let out a sharp gasp. “Father… is… is this right?” “It is necessary,” he said in a hypnotic tone. Then he set the bottle aside and brought his oil-slicked fingers back to me. One broad fingertip circled my entrance, spreading the oil. “The Spirit must enter you, Alice and you must welcome it.”

He made me ride him, his hands on my hips guiding me as I bounced on his thick cock, my sore ass slapping against his thighs. “Imagine it,” he whispered as I neared another orgasm. “Your belly starting to swell in a few weeks, tits getting fuller, everyone wondering who knocked up the good girl. Only we’ll know it was your stepfather breeding you right under this roof.” The fantasy pushed me over the edge again. I came with a broken moan, collapsing onto his chest as he filled me for the third time that evening. I laid lumped against him, tangled together with him, his hand resting possessively over my lower belly.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

So far, he hadn’t noticed or if he had, he wasn’t saying anything. I rubbed faster, desperate to climax before I got caught. The hardness of his cock pressing against my ass only added to the intensity. His hard cock pressed against my ass was really helping me out with that, but it was also pure torture to have him so close but not inside me. I thought about it, though. I imagined straddling him, his thick cock driving into me, stretching me, claiming me. The thought of him filling me completely, marking me as his, sent a delicious shudder through me. My fantasies went deeper, my mind racing ahead to him cumming inside me, owning me in a way no one else ever could. The idea of him impregnat

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

With each step they take, they draw closer to the heart of the mystery, and the line that separates reality from fantasy becomes ever thinner. The visions persist, their spell unbroken a tapestry of enchantment woven into the new character's consciousness. Intrigue dances like firelight in their eyes, igniting a thirst for understanding that cannot be quenched. Their thoughts are consumed by the images that have taken root, a symphony of colors and shapes that defy logic. The call of curiosity is too strong to resist, and they find themselves drawn into a quest that transcends the boundaries of their everyday life.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.