Sex Fiction Novels & Stories

To have sex with whomever and whenever during this season isn’t considered a crime in the werewolf world, so long as it is mutual between both parties. A vivid picture of last night’s sexcapade flashes through the labyrinth of her mind and gives her this feeling of nostalgia. Last night’s was way scarier than the ones before, she thought to herself. In her dreams, she found herself in the woods as usual, the trees swaying like lovers with snarled roots and spindly branches. However, she found a scene so obscene and disturbing… way different from the other times where the orgies were appealing that she always wished to join before she awoke. This time, the scenery was grotesque and everywhere

A continuation from the last chapter … Leaving her body and shortly my nose caught it, I began to get an erection, my mind racing through thoughts of pushing my dick inside her wet pussy. And I quickly caught it, she was releasing pheromones, an intense one. I turned to tell selena and to a jaw dropping view, her skirt was raised to her upper thigh, her finger rubbing around her clit through her panties, her tongue soak and dripping as her eyes rolled back, she was gone. I looked again to where the mother nature was and there was no sight of her but Mike laid on the floor. I felt a warm touch on my dick through my shorts, and I turned, it was her, her skin shinning, her scent of both roses a

I cum first. Squeeze him. Shake all over. He shoots again. Fills me more. Cum bubbles out. Runs down. I collapse on him. Bodies stick. Wet and gross. Infection complete. I rise. Eyes milky. Urge to spread it. We leave the room. Find more survivors. My pussy hurts but craves more. Zeke follows in and his cock dangles, ready. We hunt together; rape and infect. Horde grows. Screams long gone; only moans left.

It followed between them, in which the hands of his Suzaku demon Ifrithis, sucking his cock, spread like an offering to Caine, as if it were a gift, spread out on his huge bed, he looked around and saw the still-living image of his predator, in that that Suzaku demon ate him with will, sucking in and out of him like a hose, where she cornered him and had sex with him so many times, still inside his mind, inside his body. With that, impaling him splayed out, claiming every part every bit, he found himself scarred with the scent, the scent of blood and wine and musk and grapes and honey, the scent of sex, permeating the air. around her, and the fixed image of a handsome man, whether imaginary

The room smelled like sex—thick, heavy, unmistakable. Sweat, cum, spit, and that raw, animal scent that clings after you’ve been fucked open and filled. My legs were jelly, ass still throbbing with the ghost of Mark’s cock, a slow trickle of his load leaking out every time I shifted. I was sprawled on my stomach, face half-buried in the damp pillow, trying to catch my breath while my heart hammered like I’d run a sprint.

He dove back in, slamming his cock into me with everything he had. I was being fucked from both ends. The sensation was blinding. Every time Tyler hit my depths from behind, Rex hit my G-spot from the front. I was trapped in a crossfire of hard cocks, my body shaking with the intensity of it. I felt my consciousness slipping, my world narrowing down to the feeling of skin on skin and the smell of sex.

Pain mingled with the vibrations, heightening everything, her body a live wire under the spirit's command. Deeper it drove, the tip battering her cervix with punishing force, vibrations humming straight to her soul. Lila's legs wrapped around the doll's porcelain waist without thought, pulling it closer despite the terror in her eyes. The possession fed on her conflict, the red glow pulsing in time with the thrusts, drawing out her moans. She felt exposed, raw—her soft pale skin marked with red fingerprints, her wide eyes glazed with unwilling ecstasy. The room smelled of sex and sweat, the nightlight casting eerie shadows over her collection of dolls, silent witnesses to her corruption. Emo

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. The sexting escalated late into the night—filthy, detailed, and desperate. Seb described exactly how he wanted to bend her over his new kitchen counter, eat her ass until she begged, choke her lightly while pounding her from behind. Isabella, growing bolder and wetter with every message, sent short videos of her fingering herself on the bathroom floor, moaning his name as quietly as she could so Alex wouldn’t wake. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the pleasure his words promised. By morning, she was soaked, aching, and utterly consumed by need.

************ Mature Content Ahead (bxb) Deep moans and groans of painful pleasure, as well as slaps of raw flesh, could be heard in a dim cold room that evening. A gorgeously built man hovered over the beautiful pale skinned moaning man, his alluring thin lips sporting an arousing seductive smile as he thrust his enormous hardness into the man beneath him with an unstoppable force. He threw his head back and closed his eyes while trying his best to breathe steadily. His long white purple hair was strewn across his powerfully muscled back, with a few strands sleeping on his forehead thanks to sweat glistening on his head and body as he thrust with vigour into the other man.