Novel & Cerita Male Fantasy Characters

S-tier Malevolent Phantoms are terrifying. In response, Felix's mouth curled into a smile. "Yes, S-tier Malevolent Phantoms are indeed terrifying. But you also don't understand how terrifying those people were back in the Bronze Age."

The kind of man who could burn down a life without raising his voice. And then - the last. Younger, maybe. Or simply wilder. His hair was raven black, falling into his eyes, his mouth curved in the kind of lazy smirk that promised sin with no apologies. His leather jacket hung open, shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing smooth skin marked with lines of ink across his chest. Where the others prowled, he swaggered. A temptation made flesh. Together, they were a storm in four bodies. Walking gods of sex, each carved from a different fantasy - power, danger, silence, sin.

"There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their panties. He's in a wheelchair, practically immobile; it's the only way he gets any thrills at all. You, on the other hand, took over my mind, forced me to do something I didn't want to do, and even made me enjoy it." "I'm sorry, I..." "Shut up!" she snapped. "The point is, no one with your experience can do what you did. The last time this kind of thing was possible was back in the Dark Ages." "Huh?" "Back then people used to believe in magic more. They would believe that sorcerers could control

"Besides, I have a feeling that you won't be good in bed." Dante Scheledrus Wyrm paled. He retracted his hand and pursed his lips. I studied his side-profile in silence. He was a masterpiece. However, he didn't show any sign of lust or desire. His dirty talks were surprising, but it felt like he was not genuine. His words didn't match his actions. He seemed fake to me. It's probably because he was a fictional character.

I wanted to live recklessly for just one night. He didn’t protest, giving in and dancing with me. Every time our bodies brushed, a jolt of electric current shot up my body. It confused me and I gave him a discreet look. Did he feel it too? “Mate!” he whispered in my ear, his lips grazing my skin. ---------------------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

Maria John Pete Butt Pandora Helen Hippolyta Hilda Danrakah Valac Morgana Arakah Silva Which of the characters possesses the ability of necromancy Maria John Pete Butt Pandora Helen Hippolyta Hilda Danrakah Valac Morgana Arakah Silva Which of the characters is endowed with the ability to tap into the astral plane of existence? Maria John Pete Butt Pandora Helen Hippolyta Hilda

To me personally, age is not an issues at all, especially in Fantasma, this medieval fantasy world. Here age is irrelevant at all, with a lot of long living races all over the places, and for many of those races, even at considerably old ages they still looked really young. Like my lovely Meret over here, even though she was already over 50 years old, her body were still very much young, and she is very magnificent in serving my lust and calming my passion. Her looks back on earth on can easily passed her as someone at her prime age, if back on earth she will have no problem at all, being a gravure model. Her skin were still supple, her giant breast still defying gravity although already sl

He slowly put the crystal in his pants pocket carefully so that they wouldn't notice. Before Matthew could think of an answer, Potolo kept talking. “It might be obvious since our appearances are not perfect, we are not humans, nor beastfolk, nor elves, nor dwarves.” Now that he mentioned it, Matthew noticed that his ears were slightly pointed, Bartolo also but not Mala. Other than that, the horn that the men have could be a beastfolk feature. Strangely, Mala didn’t have those features. She was just like a normal human.

Each fantasy I reveal, you share yours too. PrinceCharming: I'm game. Ladies first. LonelyGirl: such a gentleman! shame I can't find one in real life. I fantasize about a man being the opposite of a gentle. PrinceCharming: I'd like to be your Dom. LonelyGirl: I didn't say sub/dom or bdsm 😝 PrinceCharming: I know you would love it. Now since I shared a fantasy it's your turn. LonelyGirl: I want to call you Sir.