Primal Fetish Novels & Stories

Axel walks to the box and hands it to the man. “Foot fetish,” the man reads. “I did not expect that at all,” he says, chuckling. “Alright, are you up next, miss?” Foot fetish? I’m surprised, too. Not that I hate feet or anything, but Axel’s just never said anything about it. I walk up to the board and have a look at the options. There’s about 20. I run through the list, immediately dismissing at least 80% of the options. Domination … nope.

I cursed, glaring wide-eyed at him, but he responded with a smirk, grinning widely, his eyes pinned against my already soaked cunt. “Wet for me?...already?” He asked. The blade had nipped off of flesh of my clit. Causing me to shudder from fear?...... Arousal?...wanting more?. I needed therapy; it made me realise how sick I really had been. I was a freak; I agreed; I knew I was sexualy fantasizing, always about depraved, immoral, and ugly things one could barely imagine from a young age. But now, being in this situation turned me the fuck on,

I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it.

"He's a pervert who is completely obsessed with petite, blonde virgins?" "I guess so. Every single page in his journal featured a girl who was blonde, blue-eyed, petite, and marked as a virgin. So yeah, he has a massive fetish." "I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything to help you. I can only imagine how horrible you felt. He's such a jerk for making you feel safe just to hurt you like that."

“This pussy is made just for me, baby. It’s my own. It’s for your beast lover.” As he talked, he kept thrusting. Harder. Faster. Each word was punctuated by a snap of his hips, driving the meaning home deeper than his body ever could. The raw ownership in his voice, the primal claim, didn’t cage me. It freed something wild in my own chest. “Say it again,” I shrilled, the plea edged with the ecstasy gathering like a storm in my belly. His eyes burned into mine, holding me captive. “Your pussy is made for your beast lover,” he growled, the words a low, continuous rumble. “No one else will have it. Ever. It's for me aloneee.” He hissed.

Seth reached under and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing pleasure through the pain. “Take it,” he snarled. “Take my cock in your ass like a good war wife.” Kira and Mary held her down, their own collars jingling. Tears ran down Mary’s face. Kira’s knuckles were white. Seth fucked Elena’s ass harder, spanking her cheeks red, pulling her hair. The possession in him had turned feral. He wanted to ruin her completely. “You’re going to carry my child,” he panted, still pounding her asshole. “I’m going to pump so much cum into you tonight your belly swells. And if it’s a boy, you’ll raise him as my soldier.”

Zoe's nails dug into my back, her body demanding more, her hips meeting my thrusts with equal ferocity. As the night deepened, we continued to explore each other, our bodies moving in a fierce, primal dance, our pleasure building to a crescendo. The forest seemed to hold us, protect us, as we lost ourselves in a whirlwind of passion and desire, our bodies entwined in a dance of raw, primal need.

As a monk and a scholar of the ancient ways, Zoran was the pack’s primary connection to the history of their kind. Zoran felt the weight of their collective gaze and let out a heavy sigh. "For the creatures to possess primordial energy... it is a grave omen," he said with a grave voice . "Primordial energy is not something that can be manufactured or conjured from thin air. It is the very essence of an ancient wolf.. It is a life force."

She leaned in, nipping at my lower lip before saying, "Let him. I've seen the way he looks at us, Anabella, like he wants to bend us over and fuck us both. Imagine his cock sliding into you while I lick your clit, or him breeding me and you sucking his balls." Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my clit pulsing under her thumb, and I could picture it so vividly—Adrian's thick shaft stretching her pussy, cum leaking out as I lapped at it, tasting them mixed together. My internal thoughts spun out of control, dirty and possessive; we were twins, sharing everything, and now we could share him, turn this family taboo into something raw and unstoppable, our bodies entwined in ways tha

I asked hopefully. "Nothing that would leave a mark on my face." "Primal play?" "What's that?" "It's quite like role play. Let's say a predator chasing a prey." "Willing to try." "Exhibitionism?" "Like other people watching us?" Rowan and I nodded. Her face was red when she said, "I'll like to try that. I don't want to do anything sexual with any other person though." "Noted." "Neither will I like any of you to sleep with someone else."