Magcon Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Magnus Standing under the spray of the waterfall; I needed to wash the witch’s stench off my body, to clear my mind of her invasive probing. She was like a parasite, forever nibbling at my mind. No, not just a parasite, a succubus, driving me insane with her need for sex. This had to end. I considered jumping into the raging rapids below. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” her voice startled me. I didn’t need to turn around to know she was right behind me. “Can a man not have some privacy? Do you want to watch me take a dump as well?”

"Your spells sound like a kindergartner on the first day of school," Dakari raged at me, "When you try to conjure a weapon you get a triple scoop of ice cream???" "I swear I am trying, my magic seems to have a few glitches," I look at him sheepishly, "I will keep trying." I don't mention that I had been just daydreaming about running out for a frozen treat later. "And Maggie," he says whirling on her. "What is the hell is that?" We all stand looking at the puddle of yellowish muck in the middle of the floor.

MAGGIE'S POV. I sat bored in my room and couldn't get my mind off Mauris, not that I was in love with him it was nothing more than a form of sexual attraction and the fact that we were cousins were made it even more tempting. I spent most days fantasizing about what it would feel like to be in his arms not just as his cousin but as his lover. The mere thought Of turned me on so bad that I gently started playing with myself. I closed my eyes and Started to imagine his fingers up inside me and his other hand gently squeezing my breasts.

she giggles . "What did I do ? Just let me out Megan ," "Well first of all my real name is Felicia butt...I will let the Megan name slide for now secondly and I'm a 400 year old witch and I can't let you out because my plan has to work out ," "What plan Megan ?"I ask in shock. "Well to make my dead lover's son suffer well atleast his mate's daughter is dead," She rolls her eyes like it's something so plain obvious or something I'm supposed to know.

Please pass my thanks on to your Shifter friend along with his share of the cookies. Thankyou again, Maggie. Feeling irritated, I grab the plate of chocolate chip cookies and take it to my room. My bed is freshly made and waiting for me. I quickly change into my unicorn pyjamas and climb in under the blankets. I settle in to watch N*****x for a bit while I eat my cookies and try and forget the general stupidity of men. Or at least of one man in particular. My relaxation doesn't last long because I get a text. It's from Megan.

Magnus now seemed consumed by shallow desires. As the evening progressed, Magnus's intentions became clearer. Leaning closer, he whispered suggestively to Diana, proposing they find privacy elsewhere. Diana hesitated, intrigued yet cautious, but Magnus' captivating charm, influenced by Draven's magic, was nearly irresistible. She agreed, and Magnus, pleased with himself, led her outside, the tavern's chatter fading behind them. In the night air, Magnus's desires burned hot as he pulled Diana close, unaware of the dark forces manipulating him. Once a leader of integrity and strength, he was now a mere puppet of Draven's enchantment, his true self buried beneath layers of illusion and false me

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

His body had long grown numb, and his hole kept breathing on its own, but the bastards kept going as if they knew no rest. Uea suddenly remembered one of the curses he got from the readers back then___ ."I hope you encounter the same thing the MC encountered. You scum writer." Uea cried without tears. How could such a powerful reader be his fan? Such mouth?... he [the reader] should have cursed him [Uea] a bit more instead! Uea forced out the little smile he could muster as his consciousness faded. Bye, mafia world. 'Though sweet and incomparable, and I would have loved to stay here for the rest of my life, I... I have other arcs to enjoy!'

said Ditiori, embracing Maga, loving and forgiving, they were slow to anger each other. “Cursed be thee, pious Spirit who became a man, who trusts too much in human beings and depends on a mortal for his life,” Maga mocked her espoused, she was afraid he misinterpreted his piety as an affectation to their community. Ditiori placed his left hand under her head and his right hand embraced her and drew her close to him, rocking her back and forth and kissed her perspiring forehead and her lips like pomegranate. He caught the smell of her clothes. Her smell was like the smell of a meadow of lilies. She stirred up faintly. “Dit-i-o-ri—” Maga tried to speak but she was so weak. She weighed up

I state smugly. “You were always an arrogant bastard just like Death. You are like him in so many ways.” Mags states, coming closer. She puts the blade to my neck. “Too bad you won’t see your daughter grow up.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Mags. I’ll see her grow up right after I go help Ari kill Sage.” Mags’s face drops. “Yeah, I know she works for you just like Liam and Ghost do as well. I’ve figured out your whole damn underground rebellion. Death is waiting for you. I don’t think you will enjoy the afterlife.” I counter as I pull my war scythe out as shadows grab Mags causing her to drop the dagger. “I hope Death makes your time in the afterlife as hellish as possible,” I say as I drive m