Rwby Fanfics Novels & Stories

Rhys fucked me through it, chasing his release, while Rylan stroked himself furiously over my tits. They came almost at the same time — Rhys flooding my pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum, Rylan painting my breasts and neck with his. I was marked completely, inside and out. For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the soft drip of fluids. Rylan finally reached over and stopped the recording, then leaned down to kiss my messy lips almost tenderly. “Bet’s over, little new girl. We both win. You’re ours now. Shared toy. Permanent.”

She turned to see River and Ryker kneeled either side of her, watching her in awe as they stroked themselves. Brielle took Ryker’s member in her hand, gripping him as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft, eliciting pleasured groans from him. She turned her head and grinned at River, before leaning over and taking him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip as she bobbed her head up and down. “Fuck, Brielle.” River hissed, his head falling back in pleasure as his mate pleasured him with her mouth, the vibrations of her moans against him driving him crazy every time Reid drove into her.

giggled Ruby. “What is it?” “Come on, let’s go to the waterfall.” “Waterfall?” Ruby pulled him to the waterfall. She was wearing a dark blue lingerie and a revealing dress. Eric, not wanting to go any further, pulled her to him and kissed her. He was taking off his belt and pants. Dropping his pants, she turned him to the waterfall. The small waterfall was falling gently on him. Ruby got down to her knees and took his manhood in her mouth.

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

Hey Diary, Bryan is mad at me. When I see him furious, sometimes I have this ridiculous fantasy of Bryan tying me up and forcing himself on me. I imagine him binding my wrists and holding my arms over my head, thrusting into me from behind. I’d cry for him to stop, but all it does is just make him ram his c**k into me more and more. Is it so bad that I get all hard just thinking about it? Roy typed into the diary on his phone, his eyes distant.