Oriental Fantasy Novels & Stories

Forbidden Fantasies

She surrendered to him as he took her to the moon and back, they both cum heavily. Corey teased with his tongue wiping her juicy hole clean. Damn!!! You taste like sin. Uhhhh…. Corey, am going to cum again. He pleaef her with his tongue tasting every inch of her. She screamed his name as her juice flowed out, you taste like raspberries, my sunflower. Would you like to have a taste of yourself? Huh! don’t be shy you might get a reward for being a good naughty girl, His baritone voice made it hard for her to resist.

Tall, mid-thirties, with sharp jawline, dark tousled hair that fell over his forehead when he got passionate, and a voice that wrapped around filthy poetry like silk. Today I pushed every boundary. My white blouse was tailored tight, buttons straining over my full breasts, the top three undone to reveal deep cleavage and the black lace bra that barely contained me. The plaid skirt was scandalously short, paired with thigh-high stockings that ended in delicate bows. No panties. My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center.

The blanket over their shoulders did nothing against the new cold that came from inside the chest. Ezra’s voice came barely audible. “Strange peace is harder to hold when the valley is not empty after all.” “Peace was never a promise of safety. Only of no one waiting for us.” “No one human.” “Yes.” The steps moved again. This time they passed in a wide arc behind the place where Dane and Ezra sat. Close enough that the air seemed to shift. Close enough that a different scent reached them. Animal. Wild. Old. Dane felt Ezra’s hand find his under the blanket and grip hard. He returned the grip and did not let go.

The eye narrowed. “NO.” “They refused your choice.” The dragon of golden fire spread its wings. The phoenix answered. Their lights intertwined. The fracture trembled. The First King looked upward. Ancient satisfaction shone in its eyes. “Two souls. One promise. Yet neither surrendered themselves.” The Sleepless One roared. The hand lunged again. The dragon and phoenix moved. They flew upward together. Their lights merged completely. Gold. Silver. Violet. The sky exploded. The hand collided with the light.

Chapter 30: The Shadow of the Spire The outer rings of the Eastern Imperial capital, known across the continent as the Obsidian Spire, did not resemble a standard settlement. The city was a geometric marvel of black basalt and polished white marble, built in three concentric, heavily fortified circles around a central mountain peak. For centuries, the Pureblood Dynasties had lived within these walls, insulated from the rest of the world, believing their wealth, their military sophistication, and their segregated lineages made them completely invincible.

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

I imagined pushing my own thick cock into that messy warmth, feeling Ezra’s cum coat him while Noelle whimpered and pushed back. Ezra would stand over them, one hand fisted in her hair, the other stroking himself hard again, ready to paint her face the moment I pulled out. The fantasy shifted. Ibsaw Noelle on her back on the table, legs spread wide, Ezra holding her ankles apart while I fucked her. Ezra’s fingers would slide into her mouth, making her suck them while she stared up at both of us. Every thrust would push more of Ezra’s cum out around my own cock, the wet sounds filthy and constant. Ezra would lean down, bite her nipple through her open blouse, and tell her to beg for more.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.