Subspace Emissary Fanfic Novels & Stories

Cassidy's POV I texted back discreetly, fingers flying across the screen under the desk: "Yes, Sir—in ethics lecture, back row hidden by pillar. Fingered through pocket, circling slow at first, building unbearable heat. Clit throbbing hard, pussy clenching empty and aching—imagined you collaring me by cabin fire, leashing me, paddling my ass then fucking me leashed while I ride you. Stopped at the very edge, panting quietly, thighs shaking. Need your touch so bad, Sir." His reply pinged almost instantly: "Detailed and dirty—love it, sub. Reward: during errands, you'll come hard on my fingers. Next: group project—edge again, add a fantasy with the flogger. Make it risky."

I tug my breeches up loosely, not bothering to lace them, and let my head fall back, staring at the flickering shadows from the dying fire. My mind drifts to how far I’ve come, or fallen, into this isekai mess. “Okay, brain, recap time,” I murmur to myself, voice barely above a whisper. It’s a habit from my old life, talking through fan theories alone in my apartment. “In Thorns of Desire, Cillian’s supposed to be this untouchable scholar, topping everyone in his path, building his harem without a hitch. But me? I bottomed for Ardyn on day one, topped them both awkwardly, and now we’re in a threesome competition? Plot’s derailed big time.” I chuckle softly, running a hand through Cillian’s b

The tension between them growing with each passing heartbeat, or maybe I'm just too fucking stoned that my mind is playing another hallucination trick on me. " Tyson is a boob guy though so of course he's going to be obsessed with a woman's chest area," Emerald voice effectively managed to break their shared intense eye contact , both individuals gazing back at her, Tyson's bloodshot eyes rolling at her speculation, although given the simpering look twisted in his face, it's safe to say he agreed to the notion of him being a 'boob' guy.

CASSIAN Luxuria, our newly renamed club has never seen better days and I think it's because of Caelum. Most customers I've encountered at Fantasy Elite have diverted to here after the disappearance of Rumor at the club. We have shares in Fantasy Elite so their loss is our loss too and I don't like losing money at all. I've suggested he bring Rumor back to the club for just a few shows a week, even if it's two and they don't need to be sexual if he chooses but he says he'll think about it, he's currently trying to unravel her past. A past that seems to haunt her so much, and I don't understand why Emelia won't talk, it would certainly save us all some time and headaches.

Each shifting shadow of a flickering lamp was at the peak of his mind and the the faintest howl of a windy draft was enough to put his heart on edge. He glanced over at Dorcus with his nerves shot and his heart beating rapidly, and he hoped she wouldn't notice his distress. These were not the sort of tasks which he enjoyed, and much less with a partner, someone whose life was in his hand and whose care was entrusted to his own watchfulness. Still, he loved her, and he was thankful to have her with him, even in the dark depths of the mighty fortress where they strode. The door which was left open led into a large room, spacious and plain with stone-cut floors and finished walls without patric

Sora yelled. We scrambled through the intake grate just as the massive fans began to slow. The tunnel beyond was narrow and filled with the thrumming of high-voltage machinery. We climbed upward, the water receding as we reached a pressurized airlock. We collapsed onto the metal floor of the Vane Spire’s sub-basement, coughing up seawater and stripping off our masks. "We're in," Sora said, her scarred face gleaming with sweat. "This is the 'Under-Spire'. The level they don't put on the blueprints."

There was only surrender, only Marcus, only the collar. He switched holes, slamming back into her dripping pussy while the vibrator stayed mercilessly on her clit. “One more, pet. Give me everything.” The fourth orgasm shattered her completely. Lena’s vision whited out. She floated, weightless, every nerve singing with overwhelming pleasure and pain and devotion. Subspace claimed her fully, tears of pure release, soft broken moans, complete and utter trust. Marcus finally allowed himself to let go. He dropped the vibrator, gripped her hips hard, and pounded her pussy with brutal, possessive strokes. “You’re mine. My collared whore. My good fucking girl.”

Visenya awoke to a gentle knock at the door, her mind still groggy as it struggled to orient itself. Lucian, immersed in his work at the desk, looked up briefly as Emi entered the room with a tray of food. Upon catching sight of Visenya, Emi quickly averted her gaze, clearly aware of Visenya's nakedness beneath the thin blanket. Hastily, she placed the food on the table and hurriedly left the room, leaving behind an air of discomfort.

Yet, as she gazed up at Lucas, a lingering fear gnawed at her—a fear of the feral urges she had unleashed Amidst the lingering echoes of moonlit surrender, Jessica found herself ensnared in the aftermath—a tapestry of vulnerability woven into the cool kitchen floor. The entanglement with Lucas, her alpha and confidant, had unveiled realms of desire she hadn't fathomed. As she struggled to disentangle limbs and emotions, a realisation gripped her—a transformation not just physical but existential.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama FIFTEEN "Are you sure you are okay?"Emily asks and everyone attention were on me making it feels more awkward. "Yeah I'm totally fine"I tried to act cool. And just then, he pushed his whole finger into me. I gripped the bottom of the table, beneath the oversized table covering, painfully tightly. My knuckles were probably white as he moved in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace, making me grip tighter.