Subspace Emissary Fanfic Novels & Stories

Whispered them to the stars and to the silent gods who no longer answered him. “I miss feeling his emotions. Being able to call out to him in times of trouble. I miss feeling him in here.” She pressed a hand to her chest, hiccupping. “And I refuse to lose hope, our bond will return. Oh, I feel very excited just thinking about it.” She bounced her hips in enthusiasm. Daemonikai stiffened, trying to hold her still. “Wait, Emeriel—” But she kept moving, rolling her body as if to wiggle free. The movement dragged her against his dick with far too much friction, and the sensation pushed him unexpectedly over the edge.

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."

When had paddling a sub’s ass become a chore? Damien struggled to keep his boredom hidden. The sub tied to the spanking bench deserved his full attention. Anything less was an insult. “How are you doing, Lila?” he asked, putting the paddle aside. Lila was one of the waitresses at Club Obsidian. Since moving to the city, Obsidian had become like a second home to Damien. His old friend, Marcus Hale, owned the BDSM club. “I’m good, Sir,” she murmured, letting out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over her bottom.

Though this wasn’t what he had planned and mindful of the open office door and the time of day, Miles was glad that she was wearing a light sundress allowing him to quickly reach between them, undo his zip and pull out his cock before moving her panties to the side instead of ripping them off, allowing him to line his cock and slide inside her with a groan. Miles moves his hand back to her hips as she starts rocking them. Still using him as a guide, Isadora doesn’t think about what she is doing, only that, for some reason, she feels that she owes him this after he presented her with that document, as the MoonGoddess Guardians Pack is one pack that is very near impossible to gain entry to. Wi

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.

Bree wondered if she wore them regularly and whose idea had it been to do the piercing - hers or Drake's. Embellishment in place, he selected another box from the stage, removed whatever it contained and knelt in front of her again. Carefully he spread the lips of her cunt and licked the length of her slit. She shuddered in reaction to his touch but stayed silent, although she'd closed her eyes. Bree knew the woman prepared herself to fall into subspace, that state of mind where nothing existed except sensation and pain, the ultimate sexual stimulation and reaction. A place where a sub felt comfortable giving absolute control to a Dom or Domme.

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