Temporary Mates Permanent Cravings Novels & Stories

She didn't question anything I did and was always grateful for any crumbs of affection I have to her. But she was changing. She was not longer content with the crumbs. She wanted more. I need to do something. I need Anna to focus on our marriage. We need to have a baby as soon as possible. A baby will tie her to me forever. She would never leave her own child. That is why the Maldives trip is important. Two weeks alone with her. It was perfect. The thought of making love to her after several months suddenly excited me. My body suddenly became hot.

'Our perfect fucktoy,' Ethan growled, and I came undone, milking them until they both unloaded inside, hot floods mixing deep within. Evening brought tenderness—Richard bathing me, soaping every inch, fingers lingering until I rode his hand to another peak. Ethan joined, drying me with kisses, then carrying me to bed for slow, shared lovemaking: me between them, one cock in front, the other behind, rocking gently until we all peaked in quiet harmony. The balance was fragile, thrilling. How long before Mum suspected? Or worse, wanted in? The thoughts swirled as I drifted off, sandwiched in their arms, body aching deliciously. The cravings evolved, deeper, darker, binding us in ways words coul

The engraved silver tag on it read in elegant lettering: **“Dr. Elias Crowe’s Exclusive Breeding Pet – Property. Do Not Remove.” Her body had changed under the constant hormone treatments and daily use. Her breasts were fuller and more sensitive, occasionally leaking small drops of milk. Her hips felt wider, her pussy and ass trained to stretch and grip perfectly. She no longer resisted. She craved the examinations. She craved his cock, and craved being used. Tonight was her official induction ceremony, the moment she would be presented as his permanent property in front of his most trusted inner circle.

I am at his mercy. “Nooo!” I cry as he slides out so slowly, making me feel the emptiness inch by inch. I clench my inner walls with all my might, trying to clamp his tongue and stop him from leaving. Of course, it doesn’t work, and I feel my eyes water at the absence of pressure inside me. That little tease awakens a hunger in me I didn't know I possessed. I’m craving him so bad that I’m willing to beg for it. “Please.”

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.

“Keep going.” “I want you to wreck the hole God saved for marriage,” he moaned against my hand. “Stretch it. Ruin it. Make it so nobody else could ever feel good inside me after this. Breed me. Fill me up until it’s leaking down my legs when I walk into church tomorrow. I want to sit in the pew still full of you.”

“Please. I need to hear your voice.” “I’m going to miss this pussy every single day,” he said, voice rough with emotion and need. “I’m going to miss the way you look at me when I’m inside you. The way you say my name when you cum. The way you sneak into my room like you can’t stay away.” “I can’t stay away,” I admitted. My hands slid up his back and held on. “Even when I know how wrong it is. Even when I know Mom can never find out. I still want you.”

“It’s been… a long time. My ex never really cared about my pleasure. He’d just push my legs open, shove his cock inside me for a few minutes, grunt a couple times, and cum. Then he’d roll over and fall asleep. I’d lie there afterwards feeling used and empty, like my body was just a hole for him to use.” Dr. Marcus’s pen had stopped moving. His intense dark eyes were locked on me, burning with a heat that made my skin tingle. He shifted in his chair, uncrossing and then re-crossing his legs. I noticed the way his jaw tightened, the subtle movement of his throat as he swallowed. “I want to feel wanted,” I continued, my voice growing breathy. “I want someone to take their time with my breasts,

he asks gravelly. “I think I’m just trying to survive.” He finally leans back, his shoulders rolling as he forces the beast inside him to calm down. “Among my kind,” he says, his voice rough, “a claiming bite… it marks a mate.” The word just hangs there. Mate. Not a girlfriend, not a fling. Something permanent. My stomach does a weird flip—a mix of nausea and something far more dangerous.

“Told you. Jordan’s our perfect little roommate slut now. Get on your knees properly, baby. Show our guest how good you are.” I crawled forward on my knees, heart racing with a mix of shame and filthy excitement. Three men. Three hard cocks. I was becoming their shared toy, and the worst part was how much I was starting to crave it. All three of them pulled out their cocks. Ryan’s familiar thick one, Tyler’s slightly curved dick, and Marcus’s massive, heavy Black cock that made my eyes widen. “Start with Marcus,” Ryan ordered. “Show him what that pretty mouth can do.” I wrapped my lips around Marcus’s thick head, moaning as I struggled to take him. He groaned deeply, gripping my hair. “Fuck,