Shoujo Crave Novels & Stories

The swollen head leaked a steady bead of precum that soaked through the silk. Yuna Takahashi, 27, a renowned Kyoto calligrapher with porcelain skin and long raven hair, arrived at dusk. Her deep brown eyes met his, and her smooth, hairless pussy clenched hard. Thick, slippery arousal flooded her tight slit instantly, soaking her thin silk panties and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. No greetings. No small talk. Kael crossed the tatami in two strides, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her into a brutal kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth as he shoved her kimono open, exposing her full, soft breasts. He pinched and twisted her hard nipples until she moaned desperately into him.

I woke up the next morning with my body still remembering everything. My pussy felt tender and sensitive. There were faint marks on my neck and breasts that I had to cover with makeup. Every small movement brought back flashes of Julian thrusting into me from behind while Marcus filled my mouth. I had never felt so full, so wanted, and so completely used in my life. The pleasure had been overwhelming. But now, in the cold light of day, the guilt was crushing me.

“Crucibles are monthly duels, debates, rituals, and seductions that Blackcroft students use to rise in rank. Those who pass many Crucibles get chosen to join the Apex Initiates or serve as their loyal consorts.” “Oh…” I nodded, trying to commit that to memory. Monthly challenges. “Is joining compulsory?” I asked, and he gave me a look of surprise. “You don’t want to rise in rank?” I shrugged at his question. He could see my weaknesses and still expected me to compete with others. Was he trying to push me to my limits? “I would be happier if the Crucibles weren't mandatory. I feel like I'm the least powerful person in this school. What's the point of subjecting myself to ridicule every month?

Was I to begin an endless confession of my feelings? Ella, I don’t just like you, I crave you every single day, you’re like a missing entity that completes my being and whatever I feel for you is way more deeper than the understanding of itself. I want you, to own you, claim you. At first it was just an attraction that turned to a distraction, until you became my obsession and now your entirety leaves me in the thoughts of possession. I’m possessed by what I feel for you.

Vivian POV Something’s off today, like the air’s holding its breath. It’s not just the rain clouds smothering the sky or the way my sneakers stick to Westbridge High’s polished floors. There’s a hum under my skin, faint but persistent, like a song I can’t quite hear. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who’d rather disappear than stand out, and this feeling—this weird, buzzing energy—is not part of my usual routine. I shove it down, chalking it up to nerves. Third period’s looming, and I’m already bracing for the worst.

“Like what? Didn’t Reagan get you a bunch of beef jerky and all sorts of dried meat this morning?” “Yeah, but that’s not the only cravings I have.” “What other cravings do you freaking want?” “Oh, you know, like pleasures and desires. Orgasms and climaxes, if you want to know specifics… things that I can’t get from any of you alpha heirs. Well, unless, you want to finally have a taste of me. It’s about time anyway, right? I promise you a good time.” A glint of mischievous smile appears on her lips and eyes.

"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g

The8 couldn’t say nothing but to keep silent as he turned to look at the Soulwaker; the only girl in this world who emanates nothing but fury—angry with this crazy world; the emptiness she was feeling inside; her voice; her overflowing pride—were the only things that keep her sane. “Why do you have to this, Xiao?” he slowly asked as he veered his eyes towards the other girl once more. She was helplessly crying while kneeling in front of him as she was pleading for her life to be saved, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He just kept staring at her.

Her body was taking him to hell, making him long for her heavenly beauty. He wanted to steal her soul and make her his.Her hypnotizing eyes were making him crave.Crave for something that didn't belong to him. He was craving for her. " He was craving for her, cravings that possess every letter of her name,and such desires seem to have no end!"

"I'm gonna wreck you." I grinned, shameless and breathless. "Promises, promises." And then he was on me again, climbing over me, his mouth everywhere my chest, my throat, the slope of my hip, worshipping and ravenous all at once. His hands roamed, dragging nails, squeezing, grabbing like he was afraid I'd vanish if he didn't hold me hard enough. I arched up to meet every touch, shameless and soaking wet, lost in the way he said my name like a curse and a prayer all at once.