Primal Fantasy Novels & Stories

The air is gone, replaced by the smell of sex and dominance. "Tonight," Prime whispers, his lips brushing against mine. "We are going to ruin you. We are going to lock into you and stay there until you are nothing but a shell full of us. You wanted to be ruined? We are going to make sure you never recover." The Feral finally loses his grip. He lunges forward, his hands tearing away the last of the fabric I am wearing. I am left hanging there, completely bare, shivering in the heat and the cold of the pit.

" Destiny shook her hand and introduced herself as well. Jewel giggled nervously and said, 'Honesty I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start with a bit of my history. I work at a very busy and demanding job. I don't have much of a social life. When I do go out though I like to have sex. Just being honest so please don't judge me. I love my work, but all the stress gets to me through the week so on the weekends when I can find someone, I will more often than not take advantage of the opportunity. Sex relaxes me like nothing else especially good sex. Unfortunately, I've hit a dry spell lately. The few sexual partners I've had have been way too quick and then out they go. I must fin

Each was a florid fantasy, not viewed as a tale, but lived in him. He was always the main character, distinguished and adventurous, an illusion of splendor he supposed. Cavin likes them that way, it is much better than ordinary life. So if the thoughts of an insane journey still come, how was he to say he was cured? When even in a precarious voyage of the supernatural, here he was risking his life again. A true fantasy is a fixed mistaken notion that gains traction, like a wheel of a wagon on the road, it propels a person in different paths, often unpredictable and toward catastrophe.

And some arrived carrying desires they had never dared speak aloud until they stepped inside those sacred walls. No judgment existed within Fantasy. Only honesty. Only consent. Only surrender. Master Steele observed it all from the shadows of His kingdom like a patient king seated upon a carefully constructed throne. He knew the regulars by name, by habit, by weakness. He knew who came seeking escape and who came hunting transformation. He understood the desperate hunger hidden beneath polished smiles and expensive clothing. That hunger was why Fantasy existed. Not merely for pleasure. But for liberation. Because once someone crossed the threshold into His world, masks became unnecessary. Ti

I'd fuck the defiance right out of her, until the only thing she could scream was my name, until her body was a temple built only to worship me. The fantasy was so potent, so visceral, I felt my cock harden, pressing insistently against the zipper of my trousers. This wasn't just about control anymore. It was about a hunger that was eating me alive, a primal need to mark her, to claim her so completely that there was no part of her left that wasn't mine. The thought of her hands on me, of her nails digging into my back as I drove into her, was a drug I hadn't known I craved.

There was an untamed, primal energy coursing through her, mirroring the raw hunger that consumed me. Her actions became a wild symphony of pleasure, an unrestrained expression of her deepest desires. I reveled in the primal instincts that guided our movements, losing myself in the raw passion we shared. The look in her eyes was a kaleidoscope of emotions, baring her vulnerable soul to me. It was a captivating sight, an invitation to explore the depths of her being.

It was sick, twisted, and I wanted it more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “I want it to be raw and savage,” I typed, my pulse quickening as I laid out the details. “I want to be overpowered, restrained, and taken in the most brutal way possible. Use ropes to bind me tightly, make me feel every inch of the restraints digging into my skin. I want to be forced into submission, made to beg and plead, and I want the intensity to push me to the edge of pain and pleasure. The rougher, the harsher, the better. Make it so that the fantasy leaves its mark on me, something to remember every detail of. No gentle touches, I don't want to be coddled no matter what.” The words spilled out, each line

“No, Dad. I mean, my father. How did he get the opportunity to convince Vak to let his son marry me.” “Oh, that. Well, if you remember, Vak’s brother, Nikjin Whitehound, is raising a rebellion against him. We heard that he sold his soul to the devil and in return, he was given dark powers which he has used to create an army of beastly werewolves. He has plans to take over all the werewolf clans all over the north and then overthrow Vak, to become the new supreme leader. He wants to become the Prime Alpha even though he knows that he does not stand a chance, seeing that Vak has three sons. This is a monarchy, and therefore, the next Prime Alpha has to be Vak’s oldest son.”

When she shifted around, her full and plump breast rubbed against me, teasing me and pushing me to the brink. I'm almost exploding already, but then I slow down, thinking of her alone in the room. I imagine tearing off her gown and bending her over. I turn primal in the fantasy. I rip off her panties, revealing her hole, and then drive my dick hard and deep. I'd fuck her so goddamn possessively, really hammer her horny hole, and make that big ass bounce against me. I'd lean over her and drill her into the bed so that all she could do was gasp and whine and cream down my cock. My orgasm coiled at the base of my spine, slowly at first, then faster until it exploded in one blinding, deafening m

But even my early morning feelings of guilt could not cloud the emotions that were raised in me by my night- time fantasies, which, as you will read, were hardly 'mainstream'! One of my first fantasies was where I was taken prisoner by a tribe of beautiful Amazons. They dragged me to their camp and stripped me naked before tying me spread-eagled between four stakes. They tormented me by whipping my exposed body; my chest, my legs and of course my cock and balls. And as they whipped me my cock grew harder and ached to be released.