Martial Fetish Novels & Stories

He pinched my nipples through Axel's shirt and Jaxon hands crawled to cupped my breasts and I let out a shameless moan. “That's it baby, just let us take care of you. All your pent up anger and frustration should be given to us through your pussy, get wet and angry for us okay, we'll make it up to you…I promise.” My mouth went dry and I was suddenly throbbing like crazy, this is wrong in any way possible but why….why do I enjoy this so much.

He looked hideous. “If you like, I have many more vile words.” Ron stared at me. “Do you like dirty words? It's a pity I haven't given you a taste of the Whip.” “Since when do you abuse underage girls?” I stepped forward and approached him. “Tell me.” “You want to know?” Ron grinned, “I've had this fetish since before I met you. But I never used it on you because you're boring and rigid. The girls were more fun. I like to see the whip crack on their fresh skin, red as a blooming rose. Their screams excite me. They were like lowly b.itches when they knelt before me and begged for my forgiveness.”

Every word Kevin said ended up sinking straight into her heart. "Why are you thinking so hard about something like that? It's none of your business." It was indeed her business. But Hannah couldn't exactly say that. "Maybe you're too innocent to know about this, but I've heard there are people who are into that. They have a fetish for watching their partner have sex with someone else." "Yuck." Hannah made a disgusted face. "That's insane." "Yeah. There are even lots of anime like that, where the main character's partner cheats on them. There’s a whole genre dedicated to it.”

I yelled and picked up a piece of glass shard, one that had probably been left there when they were moving in the sculptures. He matched to me, ripping his shirt off while still walking to me without breaking eye contact. He looked different, almost like a starved animal raging for control. With one swift movement, he tried to grab the glass from my hand but I weaved it around carelessly and it cut my hand. Blood immediately trickled down my hands and I watched his eyes darken at the sight of my blood running down. It was then it made sense to me, that he had a fetish for conquering women. Taking them against their will and forcing them to do whatever he wanted.

Most people simply come to watch and at first, I used to wonder what kind of sick minded person would want to watch other people fuck, it disgusted me down to the bone but after watching it for so long, I got over it. Many people enjoy engaging in orgies while others prefer to watch and they get so aroused that they touch themselves as they watch. I've done it too, I've gotten off watching other people fuck like animals without purpose and I'm not ashamed of it, not when there's so much else to be ashamed of. It's seldom that I engage in orgies or threesomes because it would ruin my value if people saw me like that so often. Think of me as Fantasy Elite's rare commodity, one you keep hidden

As the servant was about to hold her, she said "you can leave, i'd serve him myself !" But he sneered deadly at her instead, he walked her inside the inner room hoping he'd leave as soon as possible, when she got in she came across the shock of her life. "It's going to be a torturous sex, since my lord enjoys a masochist sex!" He said with a malicious smirk. Valerie was stunned by the fetish devices made of iron, Cuffs, Collar, Shackles, Hemp and jute rope, wax, candle piercing tools and so on.

His fingers explored every corner of my mouth, my tongue, making me gag slightly. “Do you have a finger fetish?” Amor asked, cocking his eyebrow wearing a dark heaviness in his eyes. I pulled out his finge as he ran his thumb over my lower lips. His gaze fixated on my lips as if he needed them between his. But he was holding back. “I have Amor fetish.” I said. He chuckled, smearing my saliva all over my lips. I frowned, gulping. “Lie down, Zeve. You are going to have a great time with your fetish.” He glided his fingers over my folds before sliding them inside me.

I left the club on shaky legs, ass throbbing, body covered in blood smears and bite marks, cum still leaking down my thighs into my jeans. I had come here for a story about underground fighting. Now I was the fighter’s personal cage slut — bent over, bred, and marked every single night. And I could not wait for tomorrow.

He said and he saw the frown that appeared on Calvin's face. "You have some nerve!" Lucille spat. "How can you put a condition to an information that would save us all?" Mark spoke out in obvious frustration. His brother's attitude was provoking him. "It is only a small request that I believe the grand alpha would be able to grant" Richard answered. "What do you want?" Calvin asked the man. "It's simple" Richard answered. "I simply want a mating ritual to be conducted between myself and my mate."

Asher asked as I plop onto the couch in his office after I took a bottle of water from the fridge. “They are fine, they sound asleep right now. Those long straps you got me are great, they left absolutely no marks on their calves and forearms. The system is actually much better than ropes.” “You tell that to Dante.” He responded with a chuckle. Our friend Dante is more into sadomasochism, he loves to leave marks on his submissive's body. Not permanent ones of course, but seeing marks remain for a few hours or days after a scene is part of his kink. I often wondered if his perverted mind is not sick but now I know our lifestyle has helped him to control some of his violent urges. He went thro