Magcon Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Then why did you jsut mention it in Attus's presence like it was something that you have discussed about severally?" I looked at him, "Because if you did not stop your madness, I was going to open my mouth up and pour out everything I know about you and what a heartless person you are. How you rape your best friend and destroy women by sexually hurting them. That you are sadomasochitic bloodsucking devil!" I spat in anger bad hurt, remembering yeh shame in Morrigan's eyes. "Morrigan likes it like that. It is called consensual nonconsent…"

Malleteagan’s POV Although both Sanguineabyss and Konneyard were grounded on blood magic, unlike the crater-like build of Sanguineabyss, Konneyard is built like a prairie. Actually, when I think of it, it is more like a desolate, plain, barren landscape which oozes death and despair while blood trickles in torrents from the obsidian sky, soaking our tattered clothes. The ground beneath our feet is rusty-coloured, peculiar mixture of blood and dirt. We look like vultures covered with blood from head to toe. Blood occasionally drops into my mouth. Yuck. I don’t understand Kandreah. I have no clue how can he be so obsessed with something so gross. It has corroded, metallic, off taste. It irks m

Cyra “It didn’t take you long to find a replacement for poor Yorick, did it, Cyra?” Megan asks with a sneer as she walks up to the table. Her hand snakes out, reaching for Hacker’s note. I fork slams down on the note, just missing Megan’s hand. “Careful, Megan. That’s a good way to lose your fingers,” Piper growls. “You’re a fucking bitch,” Megan growls at her. “Don’t be jealous just because I’m getting fucked by a hot guy and no one wants to touch your skanky pussy,” Piper says, sneering at her.

Ricchar put his glass down. "My mother was Lykan." Magnus forced another smile. "I'm a hybrid, for lack of a better word." "Right." Magnus squinted at Ricchar. "You're the only pureblood vamp I've met with a very discerning nose." "Hyperosmia. My mother was the same. So, Ilya married a pureblood Lykan?" "Let's just say I was an unwanted accident." Magnus chuckled. With my fist clenching beside my concealed weapon, my leg turned restless under the table. I eyed the guy sitting across from me, gauging the real emotion behind his reaction.

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The night air was thick with our sweat and moans, turning this into a fucking legendary chapter of raw, unbridled lust. Maddox suddenly let out a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through his whole body, finally pulling back just enough to let half his throbbing cock slip out, unleashing a hot flood of cum straight into my overflowing hole. It filled me to the brim until it gushed out from the sides, spilling down my crack and pooling on the ground in thick, sticky ropes that glistened in the dim light.

I move out of their line of sight and lean against the wall, watching. "I... told you... that you'd... like it!" Maggie pants, thrusting her hips against mom's ass. She's breathing hard speeding up her rhythm. She's really getting off on this. Fuck! The dildo must have a penetration piece at her end, too! Goddamn! This is so fucking hot; I don't know where to look.

“Honey, I know it’s a lot to ask… defer college for a year… Alex, he’s… the accident… he’s blind now, Meghan. And he’s fired every caregiver out of pure spite. He needs family. You’re all he has right now.” He was blind from the accident with shattered glass from the windshield. They said he could get experimental treatment but he refused. Said he wouldn’t risk making it worse. A damp heat was pooling in my underwear. I was breathless and without even thinking, I leaned back against his chair with my hand sliding down my stomach and into my shorts. My fingers found my clit, already swollen and aching. “Oh, god,” I moaned, my eyes glued to the screen, reading the same filthy sentence over and

Magda watched the jagged, muddy green light pulse against the bedroom walls, her face etched with a grim determination. She saw the way Fennigan’s jaw remained locked, his body rigid with a helplessness that was more dangerous than any weapon. "Fennigan," Magda whispered, her voice cutting through the heavy scent of burning silver-root. "The science of the Capital is designed to isolate the victim. It creates a vacuum. But Northcott doesn't understand the roots of your connection. He thinks this bond started at the mating ceremony."