Smutty Fantasy Series Novels & Stories

The climax of their first threesome came when Alexander had both women on their knees in front of him, side by side, faces pressed together, tongues out like eager sluts. He stroked his cock furiously, aiming at their open mouths. “Beg for it,” he ordered. “Please cum on us, Daddy,” Sophia whimpered. “Cover your wife and her sister in your hot load.” Elena joined in, voice hoarse: “Mark us both… we’re your family cumsluts now.” With a deep groan, Alexander erupted. Thick, powerful ropes of cum painted their faces, tongues, and tits. The sisters eagerly licked it off each other, sharing messy, cum-swapping kisses while Alexander watched, spent but already hardening again at the sight.

he said with glistening eyes and then he turned and ran off in the direction of his parents. After years of honing his skills in dark magic and diabolic mysticism with the help of his friend, Zokman, the powerful shaman of the north-east village of Vomani, Nikjin was finally ready to take his rightful place in the sands of history as the new Prime Alpha. He had always believed that he deserved the position of the supreme leader of all werewolves, not his weak older brother with his stupid diplomatic system of ruling as humans did. It was time for him to restore balance and sanity to the community of werewolves where the supreme leader is a god revered and feared by his subjects.

She swallowed it all greedily, her tongue milking me dry, not releasing me until I was a trembling, boneless mess slumped against the wall. She popped off with a wet smack, her tongue darting out to lick the last drop from her swollen lips while locking eyes with me, her gaze pure fire. "Better, baby?" "That was... fuck, I can't even think," I panted, my brain fried, but she just smirked, that predatory gleam making my spent cock twitch.

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

Murphy’s gaze dropped blatantly to my chest, lingering on the way my nipples poked through, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he looked back up at me with that smug expression he always wore when he thought he had the upper hand, his chair creaking as he leaned in closer too, the scent of his cologne mixing with the stale coffee smell in the lounge. “You sure you’re good, Lucy, you’re squirming around like you’ve got ants in your pants or something worse, maybe it’s not just hot in here, maybe it’s you heating up from the inside out,” he added, his tone mocking but laced with excitement, his hand flexing on the table as if he was itching to reach out, body tense with anticipation

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.

My breasts grow heavy, my nipples grow tighter, chaffing against my gown and I begin to grow slick between my legs. Oh, God. “What’s going on?” I pant, feeling suddenly out of breath. “What is happening right now? What are you guys doing?” Henry cocks a hip, putting a dust-stained hand on his hip. “Thing is Jake told us about that fantasy of yours.” My jaw drops. “He says you’ve had it for a while now and as an early birthday gift, he wants us to make your fantasy a reality.” I blink. Are they--Are they being serious?

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Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.