Spell Fantasies Novels & Stories

Iapetus nodded, "The Vita Collybus spell, it exchanges only the imprint of a soul, not real life. It's what they witches identify one another with. Meaning, the blue witch just exchanged her imprint with the couple, well, the wife, to be precise, to hide her identity, highly likely from the owner of the red spell." "But nothing happened to the couple when that imprint was with them. The red spell only followed the blue one to our village after their death." Kitty mumbled. "And there's only one reason for that." Iapetus said slowly, "It couldn't find anything, before that spell was triggered." "Triggered?" Kitty caught that weird word immediately. "Triggered. I looked into the police record;

The real thing was beyond any fantasy I could've cooked up. I soon found myself gazing down at her. Her big breasts became hypnotic as they bounced around wildly. I had to remind myself that I wasn't dreaming. Natalie's body was jerking and writhing in pleasure for real, right in front of me. I grinned for a brief moment, praising myself for the confidence to make it all the way with a girl that had been torturing my fantasies for months. That moment quickly passed as I focused back on the splendid pleasure that very same girl was giving me.

"I know. Jen's a member." Emma blushed, pulling her hand out of Ray's, saddened by what she was about to do. "It's not just a spa. It's a place where women can have their fantasies brought to life." Ray cocked his head, studying Emma closely. "What do you mean, 'fantasies'?" Her blush deepened. "I mean sexual fantasies, Ray." He stood up, jumping to his feet with such force that he nearly turned the heavy coffee table over. "I don't understand," he said, moving further out into the room. "Jen goes there five or six times a month. Are you telling me she goes there to-"

"I'm sad that you have a favorite, Sophie." By the time I realized how dangerous those words were, I was already thrown onto Max's bed. My hands were pinned above my head. The gentle, restrained image he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming. He slowly let the chill of melting ice trail across my skin. My senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. I never would've guessed that someone who seemed so noble and proper could be the biggest freak of all. His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain.

When my core clenched in reaction, his eyes widened. I confessed, “When I imagined sucking you off, I started finger-fucking myself. In my mind, you fed your cock between my lips. You came in a flood, and I drank you down.” His hands started to shake. Brows drawn, he rasped, “True?” “True. It was mi fantasia, just a fantasy. But as I orgasmed I was licking my lips for more.” Roman was ahocked. At that, his shaft thickened until he could barely move. “It’s my fantasy too. Woman, the things you make me think . . .”

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Ricky replied, as though he knew this for a fact. "How do you know?" a girl asked, humouring him as she leaned over the table to give Ricky a view of her chest. 'What a slut,' Jess thought, seething quietly to herself. "I dream about the Devil a lot lately," Ricky told them. Jess was sure she saw the teacher facepalm in the background of her field of vision. "Is it scary?" Caine asked with a snide smile. Jess figured the nightmares were something to do with the spell when Cat shrank at the mention of the word.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting a scene of Jax returning, finding her like this, phone in one hand, fingers buried in the other, then joining, making her squirt across the keyboard. Her orgasm hit sudden and fierce, back bowing off the bed, a strangled cry escaping as her pussy spasmed, fresh wetness soaking the sheets. She rode it out, reading the flood of shared depravity, each one a spark to her sated but insatiable fire. Panting, Zelda dropped the phone, a wicked smile curving her lips. The tease worked readers hooked, fantasies unleashed in the comments below. Jax had left her marked, but this? This was her claiming the narrative. Drop yours now. What's your

The mere recollection of our lips meeting sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't resist the temptation to let my imagination run wild. In the depths of my mind, I began to create wild fantasies, each more tantalizing than the last. I pictured covert meetings in his office, where the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and our illicit kisses evolved into a hidden expression of longing. With each passing moment, the fantasies grew more vivid and visceral, igniting an irresistible fire within me.