Smutty Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

I open my eyes to see a weak vision of Sir Jack’s eyes staring down at me, concern and anger streaking on his gaze. How things change! A while ago, I was standing right where he crouches now, but here I am slumped on his thighs, immobilized. What did the witch do to me? ͞ The thing about Castles is their peculiar smell of nature, spice and dignity. Everyone who lives in a castle has morals― so the masses think―just because the so-called scrupulous beings beneath their robes craft themselves an everlasting honor that has to be protected by whatever means. However, this one castle is different. It exudes loneliness and death, its hallways tainted with blood and its path overflowed by smoke. I

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What To Expect ✓ Fallen Angel Romance ✓ Possessive/ clingy Hero ✓ Powerful Heroine ✓Smutt ✓ Celestial Politics ✓ Forbidden Love ✓ Enemies Hunting The Heroine ✓ Reincarnation Mystery ✓ Touch-Her-And-Die Energy ✓More smutt ✓ Epic earth shattering sex with a literal fallen angel, one who fucks his girl with his wings out Short Author’s Note Every story in this anthology explores a different kind of supernatural romance. Some heroes are monsters. Some are kings. Some are villains. Some are devils But all of them fall as hard as they fuck! The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes.

Extending the flame outward, Ren frowned at it. "It has mutated yes. Defintely moved up a Realm. What Realm I have no idea. At best the Pillar Realm but it is acting oddly." Ren sent a small bit of his Alchemist fire towards it. Four's bigger flame enveloped at tried to consume it. "Greedy thing isn't it.." *Fwoosh!* Despite the weirdness of the flame, it was not stronger than Ren's. Even a piece of it. But the conflict helped with the purifying process.

But my body didn’t care about reasons. “I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more.

My tits bounce, my wrists strain against the rope, and every slap of his hips pushes me deeper into the mattress. And as if that's not enough, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, bringing a knife to rest on my bare throat. Oh Goddddddddddddd! I go to the clouds and come back down again all at once. Feeling my very fantasy turning out just how I want it. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!! Ohhh fuckkkk!!! I'm so happy, turned on and wet that I sob in contentment. “Moan for me sweet thing. Let me hear what kind of slut begs for a knife at her throat while she's being fucked.”

Every brush against my clit sent jolts through my body, making my toes curl and my breath hitch. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the fantasy. Daniel behind me, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, pounding into me with that relentless rhythm I loved. His grunts, the slap of skin on skin, the way he’d reach around to rub my clit while he fucked me senseless. My fingers moved faster, harder, the pressure building unbearably. My thighs trembled, muscles tightening as I edged closer to the peak. Sweat beaded on my skin, my dark hair sticking to my forehead. The ache inside me was almost painful now…a deep, empty need that only his cock could truly satisfy.

“No, fantasy or mystery. Or whatever you’ve got, I guess.” “Mmm, Fantasy. You’re going to be featuring in a few of mine,” Stumpy grinned. He took my plate and finished my food, then washed it up and put my silverware and the plate back in their respective stacks. “Come this way,” he said afterward. I followed Stumpy back to his tent but refused to go inside, which made Stumpy laugh. He came out with three battered books - one fantasy, one mystery, and, indeed, one romance. “I’m the local library,” he explained.

The loss of sight heightened every other sensation. “Beautiful,” Professor Voss murmured. “Tonight we show them how completely she has surrendered.” They started slow. I felt hands — I couldn’t tell whose — untie the robe and let it fall away, leaving me naked and exposed. Cool air kissed my skin. Then warm palms roamed over me, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until I moaned. “Oh… Sirs…” I whimpered. A sharp slap landed on my ass. “Louder,” Damien ordered. “Let them hear what a good slut you are for your masters.”