Primal Fantasy Novels & Stories

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”

Once there, all the provoked and pent-up primal brain instincts surged to the forefront, vehemently denying further suppression, even now that the dangerous threat Jim’s mere proximity presented was removed. “The primal brain controls our innate and spontaneous self-preserving behaviors, which ensures our survival and that of our species,” she remembered with sudden clarity from a college biology lecture. “These are often summarized as the four ‘F’s: feeding, fighting, fleeing… and reproductive activities—you’re all college-aged adults, I doubt I have to mention the last one.” Leaning against the bathroom door, Teri squeezed her eyes shut tightly, banging the back of her head against it in f

With no responsibilities, no forced identities, but full of mysterious insights that are only now coming together. "Behold," echoed through my new life like tectonic plates shifting. "Discidium is finished. Show us your untamed, primal soul!" Prudence and rationality vanished. There was nothing but pure instinct left; a fierce, primal desire to dominate reduced to its most ideal form. From that rebirth, I emerged on four strong limbs, each muscle bulging with supernatural strength. The ivory and crimson fangs cut through the barriers that separated the material world. Twin-blazing pits that were smaller than any gap between stars took the place of eyes. Blast furnaces smolder away the unreal

The fantasy that lived in the back of my mind, the one I never admitted even to myself in daylight? I wanted to be fucked outdoors. In the dirt, under the open sky, with the possibility of discovery making every touch more electric. I wanted to be claimed somewhere primal and raw, where the only witnesses were the trees and whoever was brave enough—or reckless enough—to watch. I wasn’t as innocent as people thought. Everyone had sexual desires they were too afraid to explore. You did. I certainly did. And ever since I’d moved into that house with Brandon and Jackson, ever since I’d felt their eyes on me like brands, I’d wanted them to ruin me exactly like this.

“Daddy’s going to fill you up with his cum. Daddy’s wanted to put his cum inside his little girl for a long time now. Oh fuck, Hazel. Hazel, I’m going to fucking—“ Words trail off as my climax rips through me, the tight hug of Hazel’s cunt squeezing me as I blow hard into her, driving myself in deep as if to fill the deepest recesses of her body, wanting to fuse myself with her to make us one. A primal cry leaves my lips as my body seizes and I shudder hard inside of her. My little girl, my little stepdaughter, Melanie’s daughter…fuck. I shake my head to clear away any returning thoughts of guilt, shame, and morality, trying to cling to that between place where Hazel’s role in my life is a n

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

Her nymph trait had her on edge, her body craving more, the fantasy so vivid she could almost feel their cocks inside her, stretching her, claiming her. The dream shifted again, Delilah on her knees now, sucking Eli's cock while Zeke took her from behind and Damien played with her nipples. "You're our slut," they chanted in her mind, the words degrading and arousing. She curled her fingers inside herself, hitting that sweet spot as her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple until it hurt. "Yes, mark me—make me yours," she begged in her fantasy, her real body shaking as an orgasm built. The room smelled of her arousal, a heady scent that filled the air as she fucked herself harde