Magcon Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Damon ~“Oh Maggie, I can never hide anything from you.” Maggie ~“So who is the lady you having for dinner?” Damon ~“You need to define having.” Maggie ~“Your mind is dirty. Who is coming over?” Damon ~“If I have my way then she is cumming.” Maggie ~“Damon, stop your nonsense with me.” Damon ~“Okay, okay, it is Tajsa.” Maggie ~“Ah is this thing getting serious.” Damon ~“I don't know.”

It hurt like…well, you know what word I'd use—and I curled my claws in to distract me from the pain. "You going to elaborate or…?" "There is a woman." The sound of it folded over me like claws, raking across my back in deep three-fingered slashes. I grunted low in my throat, but otherwise didn't move or as them to put the bit back in their mouth. "A Magdalena…she is…different, you see. Old Blood." "An Apostle kid? Great, so what? You want me to corrupt her? Try to see if we can fuck up some of that Grace, stop those goody-two-shoes upstairs from having more sway over the world?"

Hello lovelies~ I am writing this heartfelt note to express my deepest gratitude and appreciation to each and every one of you. Your support, engagement, and interest in my work have meant the world to me, and I cannot thank you enough. Now volume 2 begins which highlights Meagia aka Zillah's lycan world. Stay tuned for madness and more characters. Another hottie male clead is coming ahead. Lycan king Kaldir, Zillah's rightful lycan mate. YES! You read right, she might have 2 mates now while being pregnant.

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

I know Abby isn't following me when I turn I see her ready to give those two vipers a good ninja insult. Oh no. “Convince your little friend to do the best.” Mag advises Abby, adjusting her jacket, which she wore with pure hypocrisy. Abby smiles at them and roughly removes Mag's hands. They both look like they want to feed each other, I approached worriedly to salivate my friend's butt. “Abby, let's go, there's no point in continuing with them.” he murmured, holding her arm. “Oh, look who's over there.” Monica warns, I don't look, but I know they are referring to Edrien.

I sighed in relief. I heard the door to my room open. Two older women walked into the bathroom, looking at me in pity. I wouldn't say I liked that gaze, but I said nothing. "Mate…mate…mate," Ayla chanted repeatedly in my head, sending me images of Magnus's colossal body. I moaned, wanting nothing more than to mate with him. Ayla suddenly took control of my body, pushing me to the back of my mind but still conscious of what was happening.

“I’m so fucking empty… please…” I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over. In my head it wasn’t random p**n stars anymore. It was Liam’s brothers—Luca and Tyler—using me while Liam was gone. Luca’s massive hands pinning my wrists, Tyler’s thick cock forcing its way down my throat. Both of them laughing at how wet I was for them, calling me their little brother’s desperate slut. My moans grew louder, shameless. “Yes… fuck me harder… use me… I’m such a dirty little whore…”

MAGGIE “Yeah, like this, Fred, fuck me faster, faster, you tasty whore.” I slowly open the apartment door I share with my fiancé and I slowly walk down the hall thinking I have heard too much. It wasn’t Fred’s name I’ve just heard, or was it? And these sounds I hear coming from the bedroom, are they moans? My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus.

"I think he likes you." "You don't understand. I've had a crush on him for years and he never gave me a second look. Now he has the mating scent all over him. And it's not the lasting we'll be together forever kind either. It was easier when he treated me like one of the guys." Emily eyed Maggie's shimmery silver tank top and black leather skirt that hugged her ass, ending two inches above decent. Her arms and legs were muscled and defined. Her dark hair flowed around her face and down her back to end at the top of her hips.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.