Smutty Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

By the next afternoon, the quiet tension is practically humming in my ears. Lounging on the far end of the couch, I have my legs stretched out and resting over the armrest. I’m wearing comfortable grey sweatpants that leave absolutely zero doubt about the current, frustrated state of my anatomy. A paperback sci-fi novel rests open on my chest. It’s a space opera about rogue smugglers, supposedly heavy on the action. Turns out, it’s even heavier on the smut. Scanning a particularly graphic paragraph on page two-hundred-and-four, a wicked idea forms in my mind.

There’s no sign of anything I was so certain happened. “So you’re saying…” My voice cracks. “We… we didn’t do anything last night?” He meets my eyes, expression unreadable. “I could barely get you upstairs. And no, fucking drunk girls isn’t my thing.” I swallow the sting in his words, but relief crashes into me anyway. Then embarrassment follows hard and fast. I had a full-on fantasy. About Braide. About Dmitry. God. Tamer is getting to me. Turning me into someone I don’t recognize, and we haven’t even done anything yet.

My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. With all the books I’ve read, you’d think I would know what to do or at least what to expect. I’ve read so much smut, this whole scenario is a classic. It’s a fantasy come to life. But what do I do? I stare into his grey eyes like a confused prude. His grip tightens, causing me to flinch, and he’s so close I can feel his warm breath on my face.

“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.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.