Rape Fantasy Novels & Stories

"But you sound distressed, Ilius. Is the secondary formula failing?" "The formula is fine," Ilius replies, he sounds completely traumatized. "But since you are an Angel of Wisdom, Raphael, perhaps you can answer a question for me. Can a piece of women's lingerie be considered a medical treatment?" "...Excuse me?" Raphael asks, his holy voice faltering. Ilius sighs heavily, completely ignoring the angel's pure, innocent boundaries. "The werewolf brought back a piece of pink lingerie from his last rampage. He guards it like a rabid dog. He sniffs it. He licks it. He refuses to let anyone touch it."

The exchange pulled me under, my breaths shallow and my body arching slightly on the couch as the fantasy wrapped around me like his arms. The chat intensified with his reply, “Good boy, keep going. Imagine me thrusting into you fast and deep, your moans echoing like they did last night, until you're screaming my name and coming undone.” Rafael’s words hit like sparks, making my strokes quicken, the pressure building as I pictured his face twisted in pleasure, his hand working his own length in that sterile restroom, the thrill of the forbidden act heightening every sensation. Emboldened by Rafael's words, I glanced around the room, my heart pounding as I spotted the small tube of hand lotio

Aiden says. “Yup, but by really horny I mean we will need some serious fortification and elixir to increase stamina because she is just days away from craving our touches and our cocks constantly. She doesn’t want kids yet, so mom gave me herbs,” Raff explains and I feel his disappointment as he sinks against me. “Tomorrow is fetish night at the club. If we are all there and she gets out of hand, will she go after any cock?” Aiden asks. “Oh, she will go after cock or pussy if ours aren’t available, so I suggest we be available,” Raff says.

“You mean the trauma or the sex?” “Both. But mostly the sex.” “Ugh,” I rolled my eyes. “It was… fine. Moody. Like he was auditioning for a perfume ad but in bed.” “Moody sex is so overhyped,” Rhea sighed. “Give me a man who laughs during foreplay and eats my pussy like his rent depends on it.” “RH—” “I SAID WHAT I SAID.” I was wheezing. “You need help.” “I need a man who knows how to make pancakes and doesn’t ghost me after three days. Speaking of, did you even finish, or was he one of those ‘Did you cum?’ types?”

He grabbed her hair, spanked her breasts, pussy, thighs; and even bit her nipple. He pounded hard and fast and soon they both came. They both were gasping for air. Rhayghar fell on her. His fingers found her tits and massaged them gently before he pinched her nipple, making her moan in pain. Still buried deep in her and throbbing, he lifted his face to hers and kissed her roughly. "That was for running away for the second time from me." He purred. Vera felt him harden inside her again. And before she stopped him from going on for another round— Since she couldn't afford to have marks on her body, lest Fenriz would suspect her— Rhayghar flipped her on her stomach and raised her hips high in t

I remember how good he felt and how I hated it when the dream was over, I was left wanting more. “Not God, Dara.” He bends down, his forked tongue grazing across the shell of my ear. “Your devil.”The headboard slams into the wall and I lift my hands to grab the edge, to try to silence it so my neighbours don’t hear. Rafe growls and pins my wrists above my head. “Let them hear. I want everyone to hear how I’m claiming you. How I’m fucking you. How I’m going to make you scream. How I’ll make you beg.” He lowers his voice, licking the fresh bite on my neck. “How I’ll take you so hard, so rough, you’ll beg me to stop.” He slams into me just as his tentacle suctions to my clit while the other sli

he drawls, his voice laced with a teasing lilt. I clench my fists, the knuckles turning white as they press down on the smooth surface of his desk. Leaning forward, I practically snarl, "What the hell were you playing at on Friday night, huh?" Raphael feigns confusion, tilting his head and batting his eyelashes in a parody of innocence. "Playing at? Whatever do you mean? You were the one who had his hands all over her," he says, tapping his finger suggestively against his lips. "Although, come to think of it, I've had my hands on plenty of women myself. Just last night, in fact, I had a woman better looking than Zephyra...."

I pressed my forehead against the glass, my breath fogging the surface as I closed my eyes and let the fantasies take over. Fiona’s voice, was soft and breathless, calling out to me. Her body arching beneath mine, her hands clutching at my shoulders. And then Raphael’s growl, low and rough, as he pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my waist, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that matched my own. My erection throbbed, demanding attention. I cursed under my breath, but I couldn’t fight it. The images were too vivid, the need too strong. I unbuckled my belt, my hands trembling as I freed myself.

I'll make mine. - RP is a very exciting tale that includes Romance, Adventure, YA/NA, Fantasy, Sci fi (in other books), Action and maybe even Horror. So If you're ready for his Action-Adventure packed book... READ ON.

Riya's POV I was having a very dream and I saw that I was alone in the home and he came looking for me and he tried to... rape me. I kept telling him to go away and leave me alone but he kept coming towards me looking at me with lustful eyes which were travelling all over my body making me feel as if I didn't have many clothes on my body. I shank away from him and then he touched me with his dirty hands. I screamed and pushed him with full might. He stumbled a bit but then he laughed at me. You know, I want you... I have already told you about it. I have a few fantasies which I want to fulfil with you. I want you to...