Martial Fetish Novels & Stories

Rai looked at me curiously. "Did um, you and Miguel partake with what was in your father's cabinet," he asked me timidly. I shook my head and told him Miguel wasn't interested with anything in it. "But you were, weren't you," he pried and I nodded my head. "Yes Rai, I was very interested in all of it, I have a fetish with bondage, whips and chains, amongst other things," I admitted reluctantly and paused when Rai captured my bottom lip within his teeth and pulled. I grinned slightly and pulled him closer. He ravaged my mouth and I kissed him hungrily back.

So could I. “So, how many males did you date in college?” I looked up and gaped at him. Although it was a casual question, I could sense the intense jealousy and possessiveness coursing through his body. “None. I concentrated only on my studies. I’m sure you would have felt the pain if I were with someone. That’s how the mate bond works, right?” He nodded, believing me. “Then did you feel pain when Dimitra abused me?” I shook my head slowly since I was as baffled as he was.

Willow said. Atticus nodded. “Our organization seeks to help prospective submissives explore the lifestyle in a safe, instructive atmosphere.” Willow pulled away from Atticus’s embrace and said, “You’re having an explicit, adults-only event where you perform actual sexual acts on women--” “Not just women,” the woman in the fetish outfit said. “We just haven’t had any boys show up yet.” “On people,” Willow continued, “at a mall during a big family holiday. What kind of turnout could you possibly expect?”

“I would’ve killed him myself, but someone else stole the chance. Still, for your little feelings, I can delay.” Hailey rolled her eyes. People like you even have feelings? And just as if reading her mind, he added, “We’re not emotionless, you know. It’s just… rare in our business.” “Business?” Her voice sharpened. “You call murder a business?” His smirk widened. Her words amused him. “You’ll be part of it soon. Then maybe you’ll understand.” “I’d rather not. Keep me out of it.” “But… what if I told you,” he leaned slightly closer, eyes darkening, “that to survive, you’ll need to kill others?”

I pulled it out and stroked, "Fuck...Megan, you are crazy...amazing study break...you got me so hot...my dick's feeling good...mmmm...so good!" My hand wrapped around the base and I dick-slapped her, poking and teasing her tits. The nerves endings in the head felt every nuance of the way her nipples sat atop puffy mounds. The sexy topography of her breasts was just part of why Megan was rapidly becoming my new fetish. My dick was pulsing, feeling thick in my hands and her tits were dripping with lube; there was a sexy SMACK, if I swatted hard. SMACK "I love your tits...mmmm...your fuckable big tits...big...puffy...yeah...fuck yeah!"

He even admitted to having a fetish for Tera's body scent. Of course, Tera had searched for the meaning and examples of fetish; she was very curious why her husband thought of her as his fetish. After learning its meaning, Tera was flooded with memories of their togetherness. No wonder Sebastian always made Tera sit next to him wherever he went, whether on a plane, in a car, or even on a train. Sebastian never allowed Tera to sit too far from him while they were together. He often took the opportunity to touch her shoulder, arm, or even playfully mess with her hair. Initially, these intentional touches made her uncomfortable, but over time she got used to them. It didn't stop there, Sebastia

I shot back, “Right, because he’s messing around in front of your noses. Are you gonna cover your friend when he cheats and raise his bastard kids?” James grabbed my wrist, his tone cold. “This is the side of you I hate the most. You make a big deal of everything, as though you’re always the victim! I’m ashamed of you!” I could not shake off his grip, so I slapped his face with my free hand. The loud smack seemed to freeze everyone in the room. “James Felton, I made a fuss because I actually cared about you back then. There’s no point now. If your mind’s made up, I’ll see you at the local office tomorrow for our divorce.”

I felt an unbearable burning in my cunt, a physical need for some male to spread my legs and take me right there, on the trash and the mud, regardless of the consequences. "It's a military-grade aphrodisiac, little bitch," the man explained, surrounding me alongside his three accomplices. "Twelve hours of an artificial heat so potent your own wolf will go insane. Perfect time for the four of us to have our fun with you until you don't even remember your own name."

He wanted to lick her and taste the other man upon her skin, to lathe the other man’s come from her c-nt, to taste them both upon his tongue… A new kink, he thought with rueful amusement. Well, that was unexpected but also delightful. His new mate was already unlocking things within him that he had not suspected were there. With time, what else would they discover together? Oh, he could not wait to find out! His undressing of his mate discovered the lace confection below, the boning and suspenders a modern twist on an old fetish. “What have we here? Very nice.” He stroked his hands over her in approval and found the edge of her panties, layered over the garter. He chuckled under his breath.

Marie's body arched, submitting utterly to his dominance. After pounding her missionary for several minutes, Brad flipped her onto her hands and knees on the couch. He pushed her face down into the foam armrest, muffling her cries, then mounted her from behind like a beast, his body covering hers completely. His hips hammered forward, cock slamming into her pussy with feral intensity, the room filled with the wet slap of flesh on flesh. It felt like a wild animal had taken over him, grunting and snarling as he rutted into her, fingers digging bruises into her hips. "Take it all, you bitch," he growled. "This is what sluts like you get, fucked raw until break."