Male Oc Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The kind that made my pussy throb and remind me, that Steel hadn’t fucked me yet. “You're always going at everything alone. Lone wolf style,” he continued, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and neck. “This is now an MC problem, and we take care of things differently.” His green gaze met mine, and the harshness, yet caring shine in them would have left my knees buckling if I hadn’t already been held up by Steel. And seeing this, I couldn’t speak. Hell, understanding what he was telling me was hard enough! Dealing with all this MALE in front of me at the same time and my pussy’s silent prayers was making it completely impossible!

Y/N POV *The locker room was buzzing, teammates cheering after the win. Alec laughed along, but the sudden heat crawling up his spine cut through the adrenaline.* “Back in a sec,” *he muttered, heading to his locker. His gut twisted when he realized his bag was empty. 'No suppressants. Great.'* *His body heat spiked, and he swore under his breath. He had to get home fast, but the thought of you—his omega roommate—being there made his chest tighten.*

I started, taping on his wrists that hung above his head with the scalpel, stepping closer to him, locking my eyes on his darkening hues, wanting him to see the truth in my eyes. "I will flay the skin from your bones, from the bloodied stumps up to your neck!" Satisfaction washed over my face seeing the fear settle behind his eyes. "Let's see what colour this piggy bleeds shall we!" "You have seen Game of Thrones, I assume?" Alec added from behind our little piggy. "You will answer my brother!" I stated, tracing the chubby curve of his lips with my blade catching the skin on his cupid's bow purposely, letting the blood trickle down his lips into his mouth.

He needed me to be his protector one last time, not a jealous rival. I stepped forward. The loud crunch of my boots on the bloody ice broke through the sound of the storm. Instantly, Cillian’s head snapped up. The Warlord’s golden eyes were completely wild. Blood was pouring freely from the terrible, self-inflicted wounds on his chest, soaking through his clothes. Even though he was bleeding to death, his inner beast violently reacted to another Alpha approaching his mate. A low, warning growl ripped out of Cillian’s throat. He pulled Elian even closer, trying to shield the small Omega from me.

His thighs quivered with anticipation, and his moans grew louder as Darius relentlessly pounded into him. John's cock stood rigidly between them, leaking and throbbing with desire. Darius sank down on his hands, passionately devouring his mate's lips as if he were his lifeline. John wrapped his legs around his mate's waist, craving the sensation of him being deeper inside of him. With each thrust, Darius ignited something deep within John’s being, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached new heights of pleasure together. Then, Darius struck, his bear sinking his sharp canines into John’s skin, marking him as his again.

I moaned as I pulled away from Dillon's kiss and leaned on his shoulder. "Ari, I want more," Dillon moaned as he kissed one side of my neck while Lowell kissed the other. "Ahri, I can't take it anymore," Macan mumbled as he rubbed his d*ck against my c*nt. The door suddenly opened briefly, and I sensed Dylan's scent as someone entered the room. "Hah! What a mess, my dear," he mumbled. I pulled away from the three males to turn around and saw Dylan stripping his clothes as he sealed the door using his power. His face looked flushed, and his breath was heavy while he looked at me as he walked near.

Jessica's POV(Special Chapter) Obsession is not a flame. It is a glacier. It moves slowly, carving canyons into your soul, grinding down all other landscapes until only its own implacable, chilling form remains. I have been in love with Ronan Lancaster since I understood what the word "mate" meant. Not love but possession. He was the sun around which my world was meant to orbit. The strength, the legacy, the raw, untamed power of him… it was my birthright. I was Gideon Blackthorn’s daughter. He was Alistair Lancaster’s heir. Our union wasn’t a fairy tale; it was a geopolitical inevitability. A merging of empires.

I whisper. "Please what? I can't hear you. This drum must be muffling the sound." "Please keep going." The words taste like shame, like surrender. "Please... please finger-fuck me." "Who's asking?" "I am. Cleo." "Cleo who?" I close my eyes, my cheek pressed against cold metal. "Your stepsister. Please, Jorah. Please finger-fuck your stepsister's pussy. Please make me come." "Good girl." His fingers start moving again - faster now, harder, pumping into me with a rhythm that makes my toes curl inside my socks.

This man's eyes flashed red as he passed by my door. Were they the Alpha and the Luna Felix mentioned? What the hell happened that got them so mad? I could hear their enraged voices until they passed the whole corridor and entered another palace wing. I was about to close the door when the scent of lavender mixed with whiskey reached my nose. I was out in the corridor before I knew it. I walked out barefoot, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and white panties. Tyrion's eyes met mine, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. He quickened his strides and stopped less than a foot away from me.

It was so big that I shivered in fear when I turned my back to look at him. “That’s huge.” “Alpha Maleek is a real man” I could hear the side talks coming from the audience. I wished I could just end my life and leave this wicked world, but I realized that I don’t even have the power over my life. “Watch me screw Alpha Dane’s precious daughter, you all.” Alpha Maleek laughed as they cheered him. He shifted my thongs to the left part, making my opening visible to the crowd. He applied saliva in his fingers, and gradually slipped a finger into me, and then two fingers… three fingers… four.