Primal Fetish Novels & Stories

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

"If I have earned the utmost trust of my submissive... I am the one who corrupts her and has his way with her. I am the one who destroys her and rebuilds her, the only one who cares for her. I am her everything and nothing, her enslaver and saviour; her Heaven and her Hell." I swallow the dry lump in my neck and avoid making any comment on the information Octavius has so freely given. Perhaps vampires have no sense of shame, but I do- my cheeks burn bright red as I blurt out the next question. "Where's your brother, anyway?" And at that moment, as Octavius leaps on the table and his eyes light up, I know that I shouldn't have mentioned his brother. "Right, speaking of my brother. Primal is a

he instructed before leaving. Since Ariana already knew her way around, things were quite easy for her and she went about her duties perfectly. Prado was a Russian Kingpin. He rarely patronized the club because of his busy schedule but when he did, he usually bargained for the auctioned girls because of his style of BDSM. Not many of the ladies liked it because Prado would only cum upon seeing the woman in great pain. If not, he would torture the women until then. He was an animal in human form.

I’m so overcome by pleasure that all I can do is lay there, writhing beneath him as he sends me over the edge again. When I start to come down, he slides his fingers out of me and licks them clean. His eyes meet mine, and the heat and need in them has me opening my thighs even wider. It’s an instinct that takes over, some longburied knowledge that when your alpha looks at you like that, you spread your damn legs and give him your pussy. It feels so primal and feral, and I fucking love it. With a growl, he positions his body over me again, pressing the head of his cock against my eager, wet pussy.

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,

Uses pleasure as a tool of control. SEBASTIAN: The most brutally physical. Fucks hard and fast without preamble. Wants to hear her cry. Enjoys degradation and pain play within negotiated limits. Least psychological, most primal. Doesn't apologize for his desires. Direct and crude. Uses her body like equipment, but equipment he treasures.

“So tight. So wet. Been dreaming about wrecking it since the day you walked down that aisle in that white dress.” I moan louder into his palm, pushing back to meet him, greedy for every inch. He’s right, I’ve wanted this too. Wanted him to take me, ruin me, show me what I’ve been missing. Fidelis’s gentle, fumbling sex feels like a pale memory now. This is raw. Primal. Real. Victor shifts his angle, hitting that spot inside me that makes white-hot sparks explode behind my eyes. I’m already climbing again, impossibly fast after the first orgasm. My walls flutter around him, trying to pull him deeper, milking him.

"I like the observe, voyeurism involves watching sex unfold from a distance but I don’t, I like watching sweet women like you getting fucked for the first time until the good girl in you breaks, revealing you for what you are. Seeing the exact second a woman realizes she isn't in control anymore and taking it upon myself to fuck her in ten thousand ways from sunday. That’s my fetish." Sandy swallowed hard, her heart hammering. "And you, Bobi?" Bobi leaned back, his massive frame dwarfing the armchair. He looked like a king carved from obsidian. "I’m a simple man, Sandy. I’m big. I’m powerful. And I like to feel that power against something soft. Something that shouldn't be able to handle me,

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

“You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.” “Okay.” My voice shook. “I’ve never been satisfied with normal sex. Vanilla stuff… it doesn’t work for me. I need something rougher. Primal. I like being chased. Hunted. I get off on the fear, the loss of control, being treated like prey and fucked hard. That’s why all my relationships fell apart after a month. No one could give me what I really wanted.” Micah’s eyebrows rose, but he stayed quiet, listening. “I found this underground club called the Provocative Playground. It’s a primal play space with a maze. You choose to be prey or predator. I always chose prey… and I always chose sex. I’ve been going there for months to get what I need.”