Primal Fantasy Novels & Stories

“And she enjoys that?” Her body twitched excitedly, slutty little minx that it was, giving her away. “Um, yeah. I mean…there’s a massive, massive difference between fantasy and reality. She wouldn’t really want to be tortured by the KGB. But being tied up and sexily menaced by someone she liked could be pretty fun, don’t you think?” “I think,” he murmured, “the boundaries of fantasy are less permeable than people realize.” “Um? What?”

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

"You mind if I keep this for awhile and read it? I want to see what's driving your fantasy life." "Sure. I still have to finish this one, but don't get any crazy ideas. I'm not looking for some Tarzan to drop me in the jungle and have his way with me. It is a fantasy only, mister, fantasy only." "No problem."

"You're so sure when they're not your mate but you don't know how to identify the one?" "Some with the experience say there is instant attraction" the alpha wolf answered. "Others say that you would not be able to let her go." "How are you sure that's not Charlene Hayford?" Calvin asked seriously. "I've been thinking about her a lot lately and trust me, this is not my primal desires talking." "You feel the attraction, I don't." "What's the difference?" Calvin asked. "You were already in my head the first day I saw her." "You're right, that's your primal desires talking" the wolf responded. "This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desire

My inner legs tightened and one of my hands moved to my breasts. "Do what you want. It's just you and me now!" Frade seduced me, step by step. "Release your true nature. It's nothing to be ashamed of!" I obeyed his command and squeezed one of my breasts, my other hand adding strength to the pearls. I feel my head was in a blank state and, at this time, I took off the human hypocrisy. All the actions are from the body's instinctive reaction. Primal desire! "Do you have d.ildos at home?" Frade asked in a low voice.

“We’ll see.” I shook my head, turning to a nearby tree. I just wanted to get this over with. I pulled off my shirt, tossing it onto a low branch before removing my pants. I didn’t bother looking back, knowing she’d be gone. The rustle of leaves reached my ears, and I prayed to the gods that she wouldn’t return. Dropping to all fours, my bones snapped and shifted, everything becoming sharper—my senses, my instincts. In that moment, everything felt right. I was a wolf again.

My memory soon hit me and I asked, "Mom, do you have any fantasies that you would like to do? We've done several of mine, but what about what you want?" Mom smiled at me, as she listened to my question. My inquiry filled her with joy and love, as I showed her that I wanted to fulfill her desires and not just my own. She finally answered, "Oh, my love, we have fulfilled several of my fantasies already. I always wanted to fuck and dominate a school girl, I have spent numerous nights dreaming of us together, and I had always wanted to dominate a young sexy teenager. So you see, you are my ultimate fantasy, my love."

When my core clenched in reaction, his eyes widened. I confessed, “When I imagined sucking you off, I started finger-fucking myself. In my mind, you fed your cock between my lips. You came in a flood, and I drank you down.” His hands started to shake. Brows drawn, he rasped, “True?” “True. It was mi fantasia, just a fantasy. But as I orgasmed I was licking my lips for more.” Roman was ahocked. At that, his shaft thickened until he could barely move. “It’s my fantasy too. Woman, the things you make me think . . .”

There was a primal need that filled the air, and it willingly swept me away in its current. I was reborn, no longer held back by the hesitation and fear that had tormented me before. I felt a surge of power in that instant, eager to immerse myself in pleasure and submission. Riccardo had ignited a primal desire within me, consuming me like a wildfire. I longed for his touch, for him to possess me completely.

Primal. My fangs ached, throbbing in sync with some forgotten rhythm inside me. I should have recoiled. I should have asked how my teeth had changed. I should have screamed or questioned or fought— But all I felt was that fog again, wrapping around my thoughts like a velvet blanket. Dimitri watched me with a soft, coaxing smile, eyes glowing faintly gold beneath the red. "Go on, my diamond. This is your nature now." The moment my tongue touched his wrist, a low groan escaped me. His blood was—beautiful. Warm and sweet and dizzying, like honey mixed with lightning. My body reacted instantly; my fingers curled into the sheets, a rush of energy flooding through me, smoothing out the edges of my