Pokemon Daddies Novels & Stories

My fantasy is just a dream for now, but with the way his powerful body is turning toward me, tensing up, tunnel-focused on me… well, maybe it will come true. But before I can get close enough to break the barrier between us, we are sorely interrupted by the sudden appearance of a tall, lanky man in a Hawaiian print button-up. He’s carrying two oversized tropical drinks with little umbrellas in them and wearing a goofy grin that makes his eyes twinkle brightly. He looks positively delighted by everything going on around him, but he brings a very decidedly unsexy vibe to the table. Ah, my dad. “Got your mai-tai right here, Will! That bartender is a hoot and a half. Yours is the one with the pi

His hand left my throat and gripped my hips with both hands as he slammed into me faster, rougher. “Fuck — Daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby girl,” he groaned. “Gonna pump this tight little pussy full of cum.” “Please, Daddy! Cum inside me!” I begged, still trembling from my orgasm. “Fill your baby girl up… breed me… please!” With a deep, guttural groan, Daddy buried himself to the hilt and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into my pussy, pulse after pulse filling me until it started leaking out around his cock and dripping down my thighs in messy streams.

"Aaah... daddy... daddy... daddy..." I called all three of them. I don't know who was first, I don't care. They were all my daddies. I sped up my finger movements. "Aaaah... aaaah... I'm about to..." I imagined Sebastian speeding up. I imagined Adrian going deeper. I imagined Leon getting up from the sofa, walking closer, then... "Aaahhh! DADDY!" I orgasmed on the cold bathroom floor, with the faucet water still running uselessly.

I wailed in pure ecstasy, lost in the overwhelming fullness, the burning stretch, and the mind-shattering pleasure. “Beg for our cum, baby,” Daddy growled hotly in my ear, pounding up into me with savage force. “Please… cum inside me, Daddy! Fill my insides with your cream! Dr. Hale, flood my ass! I want every thick drop…. I’m your shared cumdump!”

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

-GREENA'S POV- When I saw my friends with their daddies earlier, I really couldn't believe it. I initially misunderstood the situation and thought it was going to be a partner-swapping event, similar to what is depicted in adult films. Well, I really can't agree with that! My daddy fucking my friends? No way! He should only be fucking me and no one else! Now that they told their partners, I agreed. Daddy wants it, so I'll give it to him. I don't want to lose to my friends in pleasuring their daddies!

Tristan pounding my pussy, Zayden claiming my ass with deep, grinding rolls of his hips, Aeron using my mouth like a toy. And Zephyr, stroking his cock and raining filthy praise down on me. “That’s it, baby. You can take it. Take every inch. Your holes were made for us.” My muscles pull taut, my throat, pussy walls, and even my asshole, contracts around each cock. “Look how your greedy cunt grips me.” Tristan grunts as he keeps pounding relentlessly into me. “You’re going to be so filled up, you’ll be leaking cum for days.” Zayden joins in.

Instead, it was a man carrying the devastating news that shattered everything. “The Beta, Jayden Marlowe, died in battle,” he announced. “He asked me to bring his last words to his family before he took his final breath. To his wife, he said: Do not mourn my death for too long, for one day we will reunite. And to his daughter, he said: I am sorry for breaking my promise, pumpkin. I love you so much. Please take care of your mother for me.” My heart shattered and I hadn’t even fully comprehended my father’s death before my mother drank wolfsbane, one of the deadliest poisons, choosing to follow after him.

I was about to commit to a lifetime of mediocre sex, and these four men had shown me exactly what I'd be missing. "Gonna cum," Dante grunted beneath me. "Gonna fill this pussy up." "Fill her," Gabriel encouraged. "Breed the bride. Mark her as ours." Dante's grip on my hips turned bruising as he thrust up hard and came, flooding my pussy with hot cum. The sensation triggered my own orgasm—my fourth or fifth, I'd lost count—and I squirted again, the liquid mixing with his release. Marcus followed seconds later, groaning as he filled my ass. Then Gabriel, painting the inside of my throat with his cum and making me swallow every drop. Finally James, finishing all over my hand and stomach.

he told her. Lia learned that the hard way. On the fourth morning, he brought weapons. Not claws. Not blades. Stones. Simple. Heavy. Honest. “You won’t always have strength,” Damien said, placing one in her hand. “But you’ll always have weight.” She frowned. “You’re teaching me to throw rocks?” “I’m teaching you to aim,” he corrected. He stepped back. “Hit me.” She stared at him. “Absolutely not.” “You won’t hurt me.”