Romans & histoires Supernatural Smut

“I can feel you getting tighter. You’re right there, aren’t you? Poor little good girl trying so hard not to come on this cock like the desperate slut you really are.” “Damon, I'm not a slut!” I yelled at him but he didn't slow down. “Yet you keep crying like you want more, huh?” I hear him smirk. “I can’t…I’m gonna…Damon, please…” “Not yet, hold it.” He slows just enough to keep me right on the razor edge, still buried deep inside me, still rubbing my clit with those cruel fingers of his, but denying me the last bit of pressure I need. “Damon!” I sob into the mattress, hips trying to push back for more. He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

My body stiffened coupled with a mix of hate, rage, and fear, storming through my being and causing me to shudder. Rotten Soul shot that smirk at me, waving slightly as his lips carved out words that only I could hear "Guess we meet again. My little bitch."

She pushed back hard, grinding against my mouth as I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it mercilessly while my nose nudged her entrance. "Fuck, deeper," she moaned, her thighs quaking. I gripped her hips bruisingly, alternating between lapping her clit and spearing her hole, her juices coating my chin, dripping down my neck. Her wet smacks, and desperate whimpers drove me wild, my cock throbbing untouched as I devoured her. "Damon, I'm gonna come, suck my clit harder!" Her body tensed, ass clenching, and she shattered with a primal scream, flooding my mouth with her release. I drank her down, my tongue continue working overtime to prolong the waves until she collapsed forward.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

I know I’m weird—I literally write orc/human princess smut online. “If I were you, I’d start counting…” His voice is so rough right now, thick with lust too. His large hand grabs my left cheek, and I moan, my aching pussy moistening. “I intend to redden this butt. Now count,” he orders, low and dangerous. He gives me enough time to prepare for the next one, but it's not enough to hold back a loud yelp when it comes. “One.” I manage to whisper, tears plopping from my eyes onto the blanket. Cold sweat prickles on my skin, a perpetual heat swirling in my stomach, making me go dizzy with overwhelming emotions.

’ Growled Lucifer in return, ‘I can scent her, how is that even possible if she is not our mate?’ Samael inhaled her scent, ‘She is the Communicator.’ He said, ‘The link between human and creature, explains why all Immortals are attracted to her, she is a child of the Creator, and until she finds her true mate her pheromones will drive all unmated males wild with lust. It is the Creator's way of finding her mate quickly he will be drawn to her like a magnet.’

Then his hand made contact with my sore ass again as he growled, “Cum.” Our orgasms hit us both like a derailed train. My body crumpled against the desk as the high of the sex finally began to settle. His semi-hard cock pulled out of me, cum dripping down my thighs. I moaned at the feel, melting into the sweet satisfaction before the realization slammed into me. Damien just fucked me. My stepfather just fucked me. And he had done it without a condom.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.