Raw Cravings Novels & Stories

Silja laughed, “Actually, what I want is some bacon, rice crispy treats with a banana dipped in melted cheese right now. Oh, and a fudge dipped carrot!” I looked at her, and she looked at me with those wide eyes, “What?” “Jr and I need to have a talk. These cravings are getting crazier every day. You also know you shouldn’t be eating like that.” “What? There is protein, fruits, vegetables, and carbs. It meets criteria,” she said, and then she looked at Trudy, “Please, Mom!?” Trudy laughed, “I remember the cravings. I will go make it now. I will send William into the garden for some carrots.”

Mrs Crawford bites her lip, braces one hand on the desk behind her then slides the other into my hair and all but tugs me forward. Groaning, I bury my face in her pussy, eating her out like she’s a full course meal. Her moans and quiet cries drive me to increase the intensity, dipping my middle finger inside her snug hole. “So tight and wet,” I murmur and she moans as the words send vibrations traveling up her body. She didn’t even need me to get her ready because it’s slippery as hell down here. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I curl my finger forward like I’m making a hook and she gives a sharp cry as she detonates, her thighs shaking and quivering while she rides my mouth wantonly as she

The pain of that thought felt like a knife in my heart. James stood up quietly. He walked away for a few minutes and came back with two sandwiches and cold sodas. He sat with me again. The paper bag rustled in his hands. The smell of bread and chicken reached my nose, but it turned my stomach. "I don't have appetite—" I blurted out before he could start persuading me. My voice sounded weak. "You still need to eat, Ava," James warned me. His voice sounded really concerned. He opened one sandwich and held it toward me. His eyes pleaded with me. "You'll pass out at this point. You've been running on nothing but worry and wine for days. Please..."

Her cheeks were also hollow and thin and it was all because she hasn't eaten a proper meal in many days. Lihont was a very cruel master who enjoyed watching people suffer. He only gives her just enough tiny scraps of dry bread and stinking water to keep her heart beating. But he gives lots of fresh, raw meat to Corin because he wanted Corin’s physical body to be strong and full of blood for the dark transformation.

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

Elena prayed for Monday to arrive faster than any day in her life. All weekend, Mr. Lorenzo’s voice echoed in her head—saying her name in that deep, smooth tone at the grocery store, the way his dark eyes had slowly dragged over her body, the dangerous half-smile that made her knees weak. Her pussy stayed wet and achy the entire time. She touched herself every night and every morning, fingers plunging desperately or her pink vibrator buzzing against her swollen clit, but the orgasms only left her hungrier. Fantasies weren’t enough anymore. She needed the real thing. She needed Mr. Lorenzo to fuck her raw.

“Why?” “Because this is not normal,” I replied. “I made vows.” Marcus stopped and turned to me. “Vows to a man who cannot touch you. A man who now offers you to us like a gift. Does that seem fair to you?” I looked up at his rugged face and dark eyes. I want you to kiss me right now. Hard. “Life is not always fair.” He stepped closer. “If you ever want to feel something real, I am here. No games. Just me wanting you.”

She felt the beam like a second itch, louder. “I can’t pull back,” she said. The words came scraped, the same register as I need this more than I need to be safe from it. “If I starve it I will still be yours and I will be worse at the work. So we go further. We use the two-week review as cover and we do not pretend we are visiting this anymore. The craving owns us as much as we own each other. That is the threshold. I am crossing it.” Something in his face was not triumph. Recognition. The same rawness as dawn under the beam.

His groan was louder this time. “Fuck, Riley. You’re so filthy. My good girl who turns into this the second the house is quiet.” I could feel him getting closer. His cock swelled thicker against my tongue. His breathing turned harsh. I pushed all the way down and held still, throat working around him, and he came hard with a broken sound. Hot pulses spilled straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop, eyes watering, nose still pressed to his skin. When the last tremor left him I slowly pulled off and licked my lips clean.