Primal Fantasy Novels & Stories

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

And somewhere in these woods, men who are waiting. The service calls it “primal play.” A private land trust, thousands of acres of protected forest, catering to women with fantasies too wild for civilization. You book a solo camping trip. You set up in a designated area. And sometime during the night – could be early, could be late, could be just before dawn – they find you. The intake form was extensive. Hard limits. Soft limits. Physical condition. Experience level. Preferred intensity. I checked almost everything. Rough. Very rough. Multiple partners. Outdoor exposure. Primal chase. Breeding.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

I ask “O i forgot to tell you the most important part about your mom. Her wolf was a fire wolf as well she is the reason i knew to put you next to the fire, her wolf looked just like yours but her paws were a fire red, but that color didn’t come out until after she was fully mated to your father, I’m sure now that you and jack are mated your fur color will change in some way….she was fast no one could ever keep up with her even alphas, she even had the ability to control fire, she couldn’t make it but she could control it…camping trips with her were so much fun…she used to tell amazing stories and shed use the flames of the camp fire to tell her stories….” I nod “now what can you tell me abo

Maybe a family of five or more can easily fit in here and live comfortably. This room is the very picturesque image you could see in some fairy tales or some fictional novels with the themes of kings and queens. Palaces and kingdoms. I never thought I could own such extravagant kind of space. And I have never imagined myself being a prince and an heir in the first place. I guess, the world is still bigger than I thought it would be. "But Priam said, that would be an essential thing to happened. Fighting in my lycanthrope form while still staying in conscious and able to control myself." I pouted and walked towards her.

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused

I had the worst sleep of my life last night, that fucking woman came to the front of my mind the second I close my eyes. I awoke with my pants pitched in a tent at the dreams that overwhelmed my mind. Seeing her body has been pure restless torture. In my dreams, I see her step under the running water. I see the warm liquid running over her smooth skin, from the top, over her plump lips, between the moulds of her breasts and down the smooth taut skin of her stomach and then… Fuck I need to clear my mind.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

The yearning for his knot, a primal desire etched deep within my core, consumed my thoughts. I increased the suction on his shoulder, drawing him deeper into me, and with a reckless abandon, I forcefully impaled myself upon him. Our bodies moved in a frenzied tempo, a symphony of moans and gasps echoing in my ears, mingling with the raw sounds of our union. Up and down I rode him, driven by an insatiable hunger for more. Doubts crept into my mind, questioning the intensity of my desires. What was happening to me? Why did I crave him so desperately? The boundaries of my sanity blurred as my primal instincts took hold.

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"