Sesshomaru X Reader Novels & Stories

Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she read the card: “‘The ancient kitsune spirit has trapped a cold-hearted samurai in her shrine. To earn his freedom, he must submit to her seduction for one full night. She may use any means… and he may not leave until she is fully satisfied.’” Kyomi leaned in, brushing her lips against his as she spoke the final line: “So, samurai… will you play with me?” Her hips rolled again, grinding slowly against his hardness. Her sweater had slipped further, exposing the top of one perfect breast and a hint of a pink nipple. She took his hands and placed them firmly on her waist, then slid them lower to cup her ass. “Touch me, Goro-kun,” she breathed against h

Like I’d just bent the whole room to my voice and my mouth and my mind, and now the scariest Alpha alive was getting turned on watching me rip the floor out from under his enemies with nothing but facts and fury. I leaned back in the chair. Legs crossed. Arms resting lightly on the armrests like a queen on her throne, blood still staining the corner of the wood beneath me. “I read,” I said casually, loud enough for all of them to hear. “I listen. I ask questions. Damon groaned softly under his breath, and I felt it. Felt the way it wasn’t just admiration anymore—it was hunger. A different kind of tension building under his skin. Lust mixed with reverence. Filthy awe. Respect wrapped in a sna

His gaze softened as I walked toward him. My mother sat in the front row, her eyes glistening as she tried to hold back tears. “In the presence of our ancestors and under the light of the full moon, we witness the union of two souls the healer and the protector.” I took Liam’s hand. A strange energy ran across my skin as he began to recite his vow in the ancient language of the werewolves a language I’d only ever read about in the pack’s old tales. “I, Liam Darkmane, swear to protect you with every breath, to love you through every wound, and to walk beside you until our spirits become one.”

We were breathing so hard like we'd wished to mate, slowly I pulled myself down to his dick and gave a kiss on the cap of the dick as I poured my saliva to make a smooth surface. At this moment he was hard and he needed to release sperm. I slowly sucked the hell out of it as he released his sperm on my body, unfortunately for me we heard a knock at the door and quickly stood up but the door broke down and behold it was Xavier. Damn am dead,I couldn't stand before him and I kneeled to apologize but no he left the room. I wondered where he was going. So I quickly put on my clothes and he did also. "Well, I am J-Huk, an alpha wolf from South Korea, and I am a new student at Mexico high school."

Ayumi was never just a reader. Sure, that’s how it started—late nights spent devouring smuts like secrets meant only for her. She had a taste for twisted dynamics, beautiful filth, and writing that left bruises. That’s how she found Laxon. He wasn’t just a writer, he was a spellcaster. His stories felt like hands, undressing and claiming her between the lines. She commented. He replied. One thing led to another: private Docs, voice calls, shared moans. She became his muse.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

He snarls, pheromones rising in lust. God, he’s so hard right now. He should have listened to Misa. Sorahiko in response, wraps his legs around his waist and moans. “More…just like that…touch me more”. He tries to lean forward to rub his scent glands against Miyamuras’. He doesn’t reach it. Miyamura stares at him— as he takes in the debauched state of the omega, he gets even harder. And of course, Sorahiko really is not making it easy for him.

**Lucian:** “We’ll be at the Nakamura house mostly. But if anything comes up—here, BludHeaven, anywhere—you can reach either of us. I’ve got the secure line open.” **Remy (grinning):** “Haru still setting small fires in the hallways?” **Seras (laughing):** “From what he texts? More like setting hearts on fire. He’s got a werewolf girlfriend already. Mia something. Earth type. I’m dying to meet her.” Celeste raises an eyebrow. **Celeste:** “Already? He moves fast.” **Seras:** “Nakamura genes.

It was as though his veins were rejecting the red in them. When he opened his eyes, they were nothing but a void, black, almost resembling holes punched into a face. At my side eye, I caught a sight of Higan nodding his head in a manner that suggested he was acknowledging the entity. It looked so appalling. “Vorare,” Higan spoke like a priest, half hoping his god would look his way. “I feed you now, A lupomancer. She's stronger than the sorceresses who sealed you. She’s yours. In exchange—”

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.