Male Fantasy Characters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

"You came here for a reason, Dorian." I dropped onto the leather couch, the cushions groaning under my weight. I dragged a hand down my face, gripping my jaw until the bone ached. "You know all those wolf mate tales?" Martina’s arms dropped to her sides. She leaned forward. "Yeah. What about them?" "Do you think they are real?" I stared at the empty fireplace, my voice flat, stripped of inflection. "How the body reacts when it happens. The loss of control." She sank into the opposite cushion, her expression softening. "Yes, it is very real. Did you find someone who made you react like that?"

My target turned away and retreated, vanishing into the throng of remaining warriors. And then, the four formidable ikons stood before us: a fair-skinned elven woman adorned with intricate tattoos, a one-eyed man in a leather suit, and two colossal figures resembling living stone statues due to their immense size. The four ikons smirked with arrogance. Each flaunted their weapons and abilities with a smugness that radiated overconfidence. The woman, with eyes ablaze in red, her body adorned in tattoos, wielded her double swords with deadly grace. The man with the eye-patch summoned a massive rifle out of thin air, while the two stone-like men gripped colossal swords.

There are cushions and rugs all around, with naked men and women scattered around, some in groups, others in just couples lost in the throes of lust and pleasure. My eyes flicker to the group that is directly in my view. I recognise the three handsome muscular men who are all making love to one woman. Agnarr’s friends… The scene makes me feel strange. I feel my pussy clench as I watch them and although a part of me tells me to turn away I'm unable to… They say Dragons are a sexually driven race, far more than wolves and vampires… I stare at the foursome before me. Dagnoth lies on the ground, his cock buried in the woman who is sitting on top of him whilst Kaizoran is positioned above her and

"Sorry, everybody." "You have nothing to apologize for, sweets. These dickheads can't just come into your life and start moving you around like a chess piece," Xander patted her hand. "Was there anything else in the book that talked about shifters?" I asked Ten/Saint. I wanted the information that pertains directly to us, but knew we needed to discuss Iron Serpent in detail. Ten/Saint nodded. "To the best of the authors' knowledge, there have never been any female shifters. They are all male."

He buried his face between my thighs and ate me like a starving man — tongue fucking my hole, sucking my clit hard, two thick fingers pumping deep inside me. Elias leaned down and sucked on my nipples, biting and licking while Damien knelt beside my head and fed me his thick cock. I moaned around Damien’s shaft as Rafael devoured my pussy. The sounds were obscene — wet slurping, gagging, moaning. Damien fucked my mouth slowly, holding my head in place. “Take it deeper, baby,” he rasped. “Suck your boss’s cock while your landlord eats that sloppy pussy.” Elias whispered filthy praise against my breast. “You look so beautiful with three men using you. Your tits taste so good. I can’t wait to f

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.