Steampunk Fantasy Novels & Stories

My skin is on fire, my body a live wire, my orgasms blending together until I don’t know where one ends and the next begins. At some point, Stephen’s voice cuts through the haze. “Enough.” The word is a whipcrack, and the men still, their cocks buried deep inside me. I whimper, my body trembling, my cunt fluttering around the man still embedded in my pussy. He groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck, she’s milking me.” Stephen steps forward, his cock hard again, his eyes dark with possession. “She’s mine,” he growls, and the men pull free, their cum dripping from my used holes.

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Eragon Question "The story is a long one. Over a century ago, demons that prey on humans suddenly appeared from the dungeons. Their overwhelming strength especially the night fury. A black 700 feet towering humanoid creature with eyes and skulled face almost a replica of black death. That night fury and a medium humanoid demon army invaded and humans fought. The kingdom of Qin, zong ,England, Netherlands, and other kingdoms fought a long history of the war for the vast main land of eart. however it halted and form a united Alliance to fight this monster but their overwhelming strength quickly pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. The surviving humans constructed wall cities and every c

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

Your hand reaches vainly through your clothes for your soaking pussy as the last of the sensations you imagined so realistically slip away. My prick softens inside my jeans as I type out the last of my vision. You realize that you must bring to life the visions I have brought you, you must end this empty life of solitary cyber-gropings and electronic fantasies not realized. Of course you will, yet I know with a sadness profound that you will not do so with me. Alas, not with me.

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone. He laid me down on a massive circular bed that seemed made of living shadow. The moment my back touched it, tentacles rose from the edges, wrapping gently but firmly around my wrists and ankles, spreading me wide open again. “You have accepted your fate beautifully, little witch,” he growled, climbing over me. “Now you become my eternal breeding slave.”

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad