Primal Fetish Novels & Stories

My body all but caged hers in, my frame covering every inch of her smaller one until there was nowhere for her to go but into me. I let the wolf inside me stir in the dark apartment, the raw familiar surge of strength and primal instinct rising just beneath the surface. I held it in check, definitely not wanting a repeat of the way my body had betrayed me with unwanted arousal at the worst possible moment. The tension coiled tight,but controlled just enough to remind me of who I was without losing control. A low, guttural sound slipped out of me as the wolf inside clawed against my ribs, aching for something I couldn't name.

Then, without pause, he began to slam hard into her, wickedly, brutally pounding into her, each thrust a deliberate assault on her senses. "Oh my God, look at that ass," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. His brain was shaking, a primal haze descending over him. He couldn't bear it, couldn't hold back the raw hunger that had been building for days. The lady in his hands, beneath him, was the most enticing thing he had ever felt, ever tasted, ever craved. Ever since that moment when he had fucked her hard in this very hotel, her image, her scent, the feel of her body had been seared into his mind. He hadn't been able to take her mind away from his face, her scent from his nostrils. He w

I told him, trying to show him that I wasn't being ungrateful. “Friends?” He said the word, as if it was such an unfathomable thing. “But then can we still…you know, have sex?” There it was. I was waiting for him to say this. To confirm to me that everything was just sex. It was my body he loved, not me. He didn’t really want the relationship. He just wanted to have sex with me. Because of his fetishes and kinks, he has been unable to get with any girl before me, so when I came along, agreeing to his terms, he hit the jackpot.

A low hiss left his lips as he found his urges beginning to get the better of him as his eyes continued to take in the scene before him. It was pure unadulterated rutting and he'd never known anything like it. None of his blue movies or magazines had even come close to the primal animalistic notion of raw rutting as these two had and Porter had wagered it had to do with them all being werewolves. Their respective libido's had been more powerful than that of an average mortal or supernatural being and as a result, sex had been more primal when it came to their kind.

When one of those cold fingers touched her skin, she flinched and wanted to shrink them, yet to her bewilderment her hands were bound by those ropes. "Such a beautiful lady, I doubt how a bastard man like Lynn can bring you into this world....'' his words turned her eyes hollow. "W-what nonsense are you spouting!" Suddenly, the man gripped her chin tightly and traced her to stare in those eyes where she was sure she could dive in. They were containing danger, a fear she wasn't ready to come across. "Nonsense? Then let me tell you Haley. You are the daughter of an underworld King, or shall I say, late underworld king. An heir to his mafia group and an heir to this title... Hailey Lynn."

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

In the room were ten men, seated naked in a circle on single wooden chairs. The room was well lit and had a patient bed somewhere at the corner. There were charts of penises hung up on the walls and a banner on the wall that read boldly : TINY PRICK HUMILIATION Ana was a dominatrix. And the founder of the community that consisted of a group of sub men who had a fetish for humiliation, mockery and downgrading. “Welcome to TPH. My name is Anna and I am here to help you learn… how to own your disgraceful jokes of pricks.” Anna said, taking her seat on a couch at the top of the circle.

“My best friend’s little slut taking load after load all weekend. Gonna fill you one more time before we head back so you remember who owns this hole.” His strokes turned brutal, skin slapping loud against my ass. I reached down, stroking myself fast and matching his rhythm while he railed me. Pleasure built fast, twisting tight in my gut until I came hard, shooting across the sheets as my hole clamped down on him like a vice. Ethan cursed and slammed in to the hilt, unloading another thick flood of cum deep in my guts. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop before finally pulling out and watching his seed leak from my wrecked entrance with dark satisfaction.

Zach pulled one of the girls to sit on his lap and ordered her to rock him. Collins smirked in satisfaction as he shoved the girl away. It had been a long time since he partook in fetish like this one. It gave him orgasms that some sexual penetration couldn't. He had been forced to avoid stuff like this for his father's company. But heck this was exactly the fun he craved.

I answered, jaw clenching as heat crashed onto me. "So you need your mate. Is that it?" I nodded. "Then call her over." "No." His brows wrinkled. "What?" "I can't call her over." "I fucking heard you, but you're not making any sense to me right now. If you need to satiate the urge then why not do it and be better?" "It's too risky." I groaned. Instant sweat trickled down my forehead, soaking my entire shirt. "I don't understand." "The primal fever is different from any other rut. It's dangerous. Far too dangerous for Aurelia to endure."