Rape Fantasy Novels & Stories

I reach up and brush her hair. “Never again,” Raija presses against me. “We are going to make every fantasy a reality, aren’t we?” I smile now. “What is your fantasy?” “To lose my virginity in the swimming hole,” She pulls me toward the natural spring we swam in as kids. “Really?” I ask surprised. “You want to lose your virginity in the water?” Raija giggles as she walks into the water. “I never understood it either, but now that I know you are my mate it makes perfect sense. The first time I was ever aroused was seeing you swimming. I thought about you holding me against that rock and making love to me.”

By the time we were done, the bed was soaked, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I lay between them, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and satisfied but still tingling from the enhancer. Lena kissed my neck softly now, her hand stroking my breast. Mia spooned me from behind, her fingers lazily tracing my hip. "Fuck, Kyra," Mia whispered. "You're perfect. We're not done with you yet." And I knew they weren't, I didn't want them to be. “I want three of us to rub our pussies on eachother.. isn't that thrilling?” Lena whispered.

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.

Rapha said coolly, dumping his cigar in the silver tray before pushing off the desk and walking toward the bar almost like he’d dismissed the entire conversation. “You paid me for that,” Kade shot him a pointed look. “You don’t get to opt out.” Rapha had, in fact, paid him. Kade had arranged countless dates with models, heiresses, and influencers, all ended the same – Rapha never compromised his fantasies, and those who stayed long enough to beg for more always wanted what he couldn’t give. He sighed a deep, weary exhale like he was being forced to swallow his own pride. Again. He reached for a bottle of Kurayoshi 18-Year he got as a gift from a Japanese diplomat.

“Goddess, why can’t men fuck like this in real life?” I peeked down at the cover and recognized the book as one of the Reverse Harem’s I’d given her. This particular one was about a coven of dragon shifters—as if that wasn’t the most fantastical thing I’d ever heard of. “You haven’t been with anyone like that?” “Oh, heaven’s no.” She scoffed, fanning herself with a manicured hand. “The most I’ve ever gotten from the men around here was some dirty talk and a smack or two on the ass. This—this feral, unhinged sex is exactly what I need.”

Oh I will definitely look this up in that damned book later. “Nice to meet you, Raphael,” I tested his name, giving him a light smile, noticing how he kept his other hand stretched towards me, waiting for me to take it. Not wanting to mess this up since I was planning on asking him so many questions later, I slowly, hesitantly stretched my hand towards his. Only once our fingers touched, a very disturbing and intense scene suddenly flashed before my eyes... The two of us, together, our bodies completely bare as he did things to me I’ve only read about in my romance books.

Nyra Honestly, I should be freaking out right now. Exhibitionism? Yeah, not exactly something I’ve ever pictured myself doing. I mean, I’ve never even thought about having sex in front of other people, let alone actually going through with it. But knowing this is one of Caleb’s fantasies—that he trusted me enough to share it—some part of me wants to give it to him. To give myself to him like that.

“Tell me, what are you imagining?” She let out a short sigh and gave him a smile. “Something unrealistic.” He knelt slightly to meet her eyes. “Maybe not. Sometimes unrealistic things just need the right push to become real. So tell me.” “This shit is really, really unrealistic,” Celia insisted, her voice half-laughing, half-serious. Rafael, now down to just his boxers and a singlet, “Tell me. I wanna know.” Celia hesitated for a bit, biting her lip to suppress a grin. “I don’t know if it’s possible, but could you do a little twerk for me?”

It was a risk, but it was worth it. Maybe I should want another man to touch me after being raped for years, but I want to replace all the bad with good. I know sex doesn’t have to be a bad thing and I know there is pleasure to be had. I’ve never experienced pleasure unless it was self induced. Creig wasn’t a generous lover. I have a feeling Jasper is.

"You trust too much, De la Cruz." "What's the worst they could possibly do?" She goes on riding that ignorance wave. "Capture you. Brutally rape you, over and over again until you are so sore, you can't feel your own body." The table falls dead silent, Ryat's words hitting just as he intended it to. Little prick. Her jaw clenches. She moves slightly. "Music to my ears." Ryat doesn't react—not immediately. "Rape fantasies?" "Urgh!" She exhales in relief. "Dirty little desires."