Raw Cravings Novels & Stories

Just fuel, engineered to fill but keep the body light. Grilled sea bass rested on saffron quinoa. Roasted baby vegetables lined up like troops—zucchini, peppers, carrots. A warm bone broth whispered through the air, laced with ginger, turmeric, and something sharp. Apple slices dusted with almond. No sugar. Just wild honey and discipline. Avocados, clean and cold, kissed with lemon and pomegranate. No heavy carbs. No dairy. No wine. Just war rations disguised as luxury.

“But your inner carnivore was too busy falling in love with cow thigh.” Syra hums dramatically. “Okay, first of all… rude. Second of all, I’m growing a human, so I deserve six plates of thigh.” She wipes her fingers on a napkin and sighs dreamily. “Still craving red oranges, by the way. Just in case anyone wants to be cute again.” “Girl, you say it like it’s a romantic proposal,” Janey says. Syra smirks. “With this level of craving? It is.”

After hours of emergency surgery, I was finally wheeled out. Emmett rushed forward immediately. "Doctor, my wife… she’s not a werewolf, right?" The doctor sighed. "Of course not. Your wife has pica caused by extreme dieting." Everyone stared at him, confused. He shook his head and explained patiently, "Pica can cause people to crave high-calorie substances—ice cream, chocolate cake, things like that. But during dieting, when there’s nothing to eat, they may turn to raw meat. "And when even that’s unavailable, they start eating non-food items.

Every forever deserves its colors…The blush of first glances… The ivory of promises made…The wine of love shared… What was I supposed to do with that? Paint a wall with a rainbow? Throw a party themed after a box of crayons? Forcing myself up, I shuffled to the kitchen, my limbs aching. I groaned, rubbing at my eyes as I poured steaming coffee into my favorite mug that was chipped at the edge. “Clues and fucking poetry do not go hand in hand,” I muttered, stirring in way too much sugar. “Thought this was going to be fun but it's messing me the fuck up.”

"What about the plates?” I cleared my throat, thinking of the perfect excuse. "I made away with it. You know, don't worry about them,” "Can you help me with something Kyra?” I asked, crossing my hands over my chest. "Anything Luna,” "Can you get me raw food?” I asked. "Huh,” she gaped at me. “You're craving raw food?" "What… no. Well… yes, something like that. Actually, I think it'll help with my cravings. I think I'll sleep better with raw food in my room,”

I was practically leaking onto the floor, from just the taste of his cock and he was just standing there, chest resting and falling too fast, while I licked the slit and took him back in. I hollowed my cheeks harder, twisted my wrist on the downstroke, and felt his thighs start to tremble under my free hand. “Wren—fuck—slow down—” I didn’t. I sucked him like I was trying to ruin him for anyone else, because I was. One night to exact all my guilty pleasures? Yeah. I wasn’t taking my sweet time anymore. The wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen. His breathing turned ragged. When I scraped my teeth lightly just under the head, his hips jerked and a low, almost pained groan tore out of him. “You’r

“Perfect. So much to grab.” He spread my cheeks, his tongue diving into my pussy hole from behind. Licking deep, slurping my juices, then up to my asshole, rimming me wet and dirty. I pushed back, moaning like a whore“Oh god, yes! Eat me!” He tongued me for what felt like forever, making me grind on his face. My clit throbbed, close to cumming but he stopped, flipped me back over. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said, stroking his cock. “Raw and no condom. You on the pill?”

He sucked on the sensitive skin, marking me, then moved lower. When his lips closed around my nipple, I cried out. He sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to my pussy. “Ryan… please…” He chuckled against my skin. “Please what, pretty? Use your words like you did last night,I want you dirty and raw.” A smack landed on my breasts and immediately I let out a scream. “Fuucccck…..” I trembled, shaking vigorously as my pussy clenched. My nipples ached from the torture.

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.

Ethan answered. Lexy had a tough experience of morning sickness despite spells and chants to ease the indescribable feeling of nausea that she went through. Her appetite was too picky and she could not eat as much as she should, just to throw all she ate up after a few spoons of food. Until they found a way to get her to eat and Lexy started to regain her health as well as the baby’s health. It turned out that Lexy’s cravings were to eat food without seasoning except for salt. And the food had to be fresh. The fruits and vegetables were from the Black's farm. The meat would be from a freshly slaughtered cow if she was to eat beef, or freshly caught from the sea or freshwater if she was to ea