Power Fantasy Novels & Stories

There’s no way to trick my body into thinking that a little battery-powered device is similar to the hands and dick of a man. Not just any man. Rhys Redmond. I want him to touch every inch of my skin and tease my body. I want him on top of me and inside me before I explode.

The sight of his muscular body hovering over me, sweat glistening on his chest and abs, his thick cock disappearing into my soaked pussy over and over — it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “You’re going to take every drop today, princess,” he grunted, pounding harder. “Gonna fill this womb until it’s overflowing. Maybe put a baby in my sweet stepdaughter so everyone knows who you really belong to. Would you like that? Walking around with Daddy’s baby growing inside you while Mom has no idea?” The filthy breeding fantasy combined with his relentless thrusts pushed me straight into another orgasm. I came screaming, nails raking down his back as my pussy spasmed and squeezed him like a vice

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"

Born By Power Born By Power is a fantasy book that is split into four parts. The first being Chaos and Apocalypse The second being The Uprise Of Hell the third being Time is Reborn and the last, Greek wars. Born By Power unfortunately will be brought to an end with this notice due to personal issues. The book containing over 150 chapters is split into four unequal parts as stated above. The first book of Born By Power, Chaos And Apocalypse to be precise was made up of thirty nine chapters.

He yanks the sleeves of my slip down, black ink forking out across his eyes as he stares at them with so much hunger, I shiver. My nipples pucker even tighter, all but begging for his lips. If he put his hand between my thighs, he’d find my pussy wet and ready. All for a man I’m going to kill as soon as I get my powers back. “Yeah, you’re absolutely right,” I force out through the lust that has taken control of my body. Not my fault. Sorceresses are sexual creatures. “You know you’re no match for my powers so you decided to sneak in like pussies.”

energy. He looked at me like I was a minor inconvenience and maybe a little fun, like he’d already guessed my stats and was giving me a passing grade out of pity. Hot. So hot it was infuriating. Like, how dare you not want to fall at my feet? What’s wrong with you? Why do I like it? I remember the way he bantered—verbal foreplay, quick and sharp. The upstairs hookup was… Jesus. I’m grinning into my pillow, helpless to stop the shit-eating smile on my face. He fought me for control, bit my bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, raked his nails down my back, and left me somewhere between worship and exorcism.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp. A sad situation at thirty-one; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town. He was getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night. Yeah, that one woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades.

People tend to be careful around us but we have never needed to hide. “Imagine suppressing your power, see yourself the way you were before the day you came to power. No warrior, no fighting and no power. I slowly move back and over to the side to ready my approach to the cave, our of sight of the hydra. The more I envisioned my power as a physical thing I could see before me the easier it felt to push it down. Like submerging it in water, masking it from those around. “Good, now come closer and do not lose focus.”

Her hair spilled over the bedcover in a tumultuous tangle and her eyes blazed at him with the animal ferocity of a leopard about to bring down its prey and devour it. The long-suppressed violence of his own desire burst into action. He seized her hands and slammed them down above her head, determined on being the possessor, not the possessed. He surged into the slick passage to her innermost being and dropped his head to plunder her mouth in a passionate drive to complete his invasion, to glory in his dominant power to take as he wished.