Murder Drones Harem X Male Reader Novels & Stories

He gripped Damian’s throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to hold him in place, fucking him so deep Damian was reduced to incoherent pleas. ‎ ‎“Mine,” Elias growled, thrust after brutal thrust. “Even if it’s just once—you’re fucking mine.” ‎ ‎Damian came undone first, release spilling hot between their stomachs as his body clamped down around Elias, dragging him over the edge. Elias followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside him. ‎ ‎They collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, the room thick with the scent of sex and the echo of their ragged breaths.

I just spread my legs wide, pushed the toy inside myself in one slow thrust, and started fucking myself the way I’d imagined him fucking me for four years. I was already soaked. The toy slid in with a filthy wet sound. I moaned soft and broken, hips rolling, two fingers of my free hand circling my clit in tight little circles. I kept my eyes on the cracked door the entire time, half hoping, half terrified. I didn’t expect him to actually open it. The floorboard outside my door creaked. My eyes flew open. The door pushed open another three inches. Daniel stood there in the doorway, still fully dressed in the dress shirt and slacks, but his eyes were black with hunger. He didn’t look surprised

he explained trying to reassure me. “No!” I snapped at him then sat back, “You don't get it. I have been having the same fucking dream for months now, and each time I have it, more stuff happens. It's becoming clearer every time,” I said as tears continued to run down my face. Tristan raised his hand up to wipe away my tears, but I slapped it away. I wanted to finish telling him about my dream. “The guy you were fighting with had jet black eyes with a red glow. He killed you, then told me I will be his. I tried to kick his ass, but he vanished into thin air before I could get to him.”

He sits back and pours himself a glass of wine and the sexual tension in the room which was already palpable reaches a higher notch. “Don’t worry about your mates, they knew this was coming when they sent you or the little Alpha Goddess would have come herself. She is immune to my powers,” Draknare purrs. I feel Damien’s mouth on my neck and his hands on my body. I turn in his arms and kiss him on the mouth while my hands run over his now bare torso. I see Alpha Ace and Alpha Dylan along with Malleus are also only half clothed and in a similar lust driven state, but I am stunned when Malleus kisses Damien’s neck and runs his hands down his torso and rather than feeling pain, I feel Damien’s

Of course he did. “Why do you care so much?” He tilted his head, pressing the barrel harder until Jake hissed through clenched teeth and his cock twitched against the metal. A clear bead of precome welled at the slit, sliding down the underside in a slow, glistening thread. “This little street whore opens his legs for you one night and suddenly you’re ready to die for him? Pathetic.” Jake’s throat worked. He didn’t look away from me. “Milo…” The word came out cracked, barely audible.

Chapter 3: Claimed My fingers were still sticky from my own cum when I read his text again. Come open the door. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it between my legs, that fresh ache mixing with the leftover throb from watching him shoot his load on the balcony. I didn’t even bother with the robe. I walked downstairs naked, tits bouncing with each step, pussy lips swollen and slick as I reached the front door. My hand shook a little on the knob but I turned it anyway.

She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white. But he did not let her come yet. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. In one quick move, he stripped off his own clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head already shiny with pre-cum. It was bigger than Mira had imagined in her fantasies. Veins ran along the shaft, and it curved slightly upward. Jake stroked himself once, looking down at her. “You want this?” “Yes,” she said, her voice shaky. “Please, Jake.”

The Alpha presses his hips forward, his cock pushes past the tight ring of muscles and Atticus groans, watching his cock slowly disappear inside his mate… Fingers bruisingly gripped Harris' hips as the Dragon King pistoned his cock in and out of his mate. Harris bit his pillow as Draven slammed into him over and over again. His thrusts were hard, fast, and relentless. Harris’ ass jiggled with each forceful thrust. Harris' head was yanked back as fingers gripped his hair. Beautiful cries fell from his lips and his dragon king praised him as he took his cock like an Alpha. Smoke filled the room as the Dragon King's body tensed. Draven threw his head back, roaring as his orgasm rolled through h

If you find such topics uncomfortable, please consider carefully before proceeding. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book DOES NOT promote grooming. The story is based on forbidden relationships and taboo bonds. In the fantasy werewolf-dragon world, mates are one soul divided into two bodies. Unfortunately, for Jax and Xel, they are related as uncle and niece. The book deep dives into the romance of a werewolf and a dragon, and the emotional turmoil that arises when fate binds two souls that should never have been connected. It explores love, loyalty, identity, and the painful consequences of destiny’s choices. This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear unders

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.