Power Fantasy Novels & Stories

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

With a firm grip on my hips, he effortlessly penetrated me until his balls were slapping against my pussy once more, still heavy despite the orgasms he'd had. Just how long can this man go before he had enough? If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he wasn't human. There's no way he wouldn't be. He's human, just like the rest of us. The fantasy world only happens in books and not here. It's reality, baby.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

⚠️ Trigger Warning : This chapter contains explicit sexual content involving power play, dominant/submissive dynamics, and a threesome scenario. All acts depicted are fully consensual between adults, though they may include verbal degradation, intense language, and elements of coercive fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••••••••••• Summary: A horny white housewife fantasizes about being with a black man. When she finally takes the plunge, one isn’t enough. She finds herself addicted to the thrill, fucking several black men and loving every second of it.

"That I had this 'talent'?" "When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it." "Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?" "Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?"

"I need to ask two very personal questions. Do you ever watch p**n when you masturbate, and do you ever use toys on yourself?" Maria looked a little embarrassed. "No to both," she replied. "I like the idea, though. Would it help, do you think?" "Almost certainly," Scott answered. "If you were to watch pornography, what sort of thing would turn you on, do you think?" Maria thought for some time. "Well, I do have a fantasy of being tied up and used by a dominant girl. A cruel, dominant girl who'd use me for her own gratification. I'd be unable to do anything. I'd love it if she sat on my face and made herself cum. Mmmm, that would be so hot, I think."

“Watch while I claim what’s left of her. Watch me turn your cheating little ex into nothing but a broken vessel for your power.” The workshop filled with the filthy symphony of sex: the wet slap of his hips against Elara’s ass, her broken, whimpering moans, the demon’s deep guttural grunts. He fucked her mercilessly, claws digging bloody marks into her hips, tendrils still teasing her clit and wrapping around her bouncing breasts. Through it all, I lay spread on the altar, body humming and buzzing with stolen magic. Every thrust he gave her sent another ripple of power into me.

“Only yours. Please… I need to cum so bad. “ My pussy is fluttering so hard… it’s aching for you.” The fantasy consumed me. I pictured him pinning me down, spreading my legs wide, and pounding into me brutally while growling how I belonged to him. How no one else could ever have me. How he’d fill me up with his cum until it leaked out for days. I cried out, grinding down harder, faster, chasing the edge. My toes curled and legs shook violently. My breasts bounced inside my top as I rode the pillow like a bitch in heat.