Primal Fantasy Novels & Stories

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

“I know you like the back of my hand. It’s an insult to compare Yuno to Taiga. A Prime isn’t nearly as strong as a Luna. Just because Yuno couldn’t handle you doesn’t mean Taiga can’t. Male Omegas are different from female Omegas. Male Primes are different from male Lunas. Don’t mix them up. For all you know, your ‘all’ could be Taiga’s starting point.” The words settled into Dante’s chest like a slow-burning ember. It dawned on him that he had been trying to quietly dominate Taiga, holding back when Taiga had made it clear, even during sex, that he wanted it rougher, more hurtful, more consuming. Dante had been sparing him softness, thinking it was restraint. But what if he didn’t need to?

“Well that is because…. The image from earlier embedded its DNA into yours, using your realm as a pathway for communication. It is like a symbiote. The information in its DNA in you guides your body on what to do. Hence, natural.” “Ride Jude, ride” said Craya I took a deep breath and the nano-thrusters lighted up, like they knew what I was about to do. I leaned forward and zoomed off with Wyren behind and Craya above me. The feeling was out of this world. “Craya who were those primes that took me” I asked “Renegades Jude” she replied Renegades are natural born primes. Creatures born within the glitch in the base. They have no affiliation to the primes above and were left alone to their world

She didn't look, couldn't bring herself to look or take any action at all. Her mind filled with a vision of him emerging naked in all his muscular splendour, primal male pulsing with a vitality which he was releasing from all the conventional bonds of their civilised world, and she wanted to be released too. free of all inhibitions. He would come to her...she was waiting...and her heart was drumming louder than the waves now. No turning away from this, no turning...

Logan’s perpetually messy, dark hair, his piercing gaze, and the razor-sharp line of his jaw gave me a intense flutter of butterflies deep in my stomach whenever he entered a room. When they were around, I constantly found myself hopelessly entranced, my eyes tracking the hard lines of their abdominal muscles, the vascular definition in their strong forearms, and the casual, teasing way their low-slung gym shorts hung off their rigid hip bones. My body possessed an entirely independent, primal reaction to their physical proximity, responding to them even when their behavior toward me was freezing cold and cruel. At night, safely locked away in the solitude of my bedroom, I was frequently con

Tonight we made it real with a game we called **The Shared Fantasy**. The rules were simple but powerful: - Each person starts by touching themselves. - You confess a fantasy in detail while you touch. - The others echo your fantasy by touching themselves or you. - The game escalates until fantasies become reality. My heart was racing as I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. I was completely naked. I sat on the edge of the large bed, spread my legs, and slowly ran two fingers along my already wet pussy. “I’ll start,” I whispered, my voice soft. “My fantasy is being watched while I touch myself… and then being shared by both of you.”

In his fantasy, Lena was riding him reverse cowgirl, her thick ass bouncing, her pussy swallowing his cock over and over. “Fuck me harder, baby… breed your stepmom… fill me until it overflows… I want your baby inside me…” Alex’s breathing turned ragged. He was getting dangerously close. “I want to flip her over and fuck her in missionary so I can look into her eyes while I breed her. I want to hear her whisper ‘I’m yours now, Alex… your dirty stepmom whore…’ while I pump her full.” He edged himself, slowing down just enough to prolong the fantasy, then stroked faster again.

His body stiffens, but he doesn’t move my hand. “Really? I look like your first female sex fantasy.” Priest nods, his gaze returning to the windshield. “Oh yeah. Her name is Delilah “Sweet” Amorosa. We jacked off to fantasies of her for years. She was our ultimate fantasy from the moment we hit puberty.”

Why did that bother him? Isn’t that what he was supposed to want? Wasn’t that why he was here? But he missed the burning glances. The flirtatious banter. The accidental touches. That slow build up of lust until you hit the combustion point. That was his ultimate fantasy these days. “Far as fantasies go, I have one of being fucked at the same time by identical twins. Looking over my shoulder and seeing the face of the man taking my ass is the same face as the man that’s in front of me fucking my pussy.”