Threesom Novels & Stories

I leaned in—just enough to peek. Three people. Two men. One woman. A full-blown threesome. All of them naked, moving like they had no shame. One man grabbed her hair, his length buried in her mouth. The other slammed into her from behind, spanking her hard between thrusts. The moans were raw. > “Oh... yes! I’m enjoying it!” “Cum for me, baby! You’re so fucking sweet!” I froze. And just like that—Lysander and Camil flashed in my mind.

I was just about to let go when he pulled away, his eyes locking with Nik’s above my head. I whined at the loss of contact but the men merely switched places wordlessly. Nik didn’t waste time thrusting his tongue into me. “Oh god!” It wasn’t just their tongues at this point. It was the way they switched places and gave way for each other when the need be. Were all threesomes like this? With both men understanding each other without words? Nik didn’t bother using his fingers. He just wrapped his arms around my thighs, spreading my legs even wider and holding me down as he sucked on my clit.

My cock explodes with one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had (except for that time when Nicole had me under the spell of the transmitter and wouldn't let me cum). Susan's legs tense and she jerks, shakily through her orgasm, flooding Sherrie's chin and neck with her juices, as I slip my finger out of her ass. Sherrie rides my cock throughout my release, clamping her pulsating pussy muscles together just as I finish my last spurt of cum. Trembling, she pulls her face from Susan's cunt, gasping for breath. Susan manages to move her leg from the other side of me before collapsing on the comforter, while Sherrie falls forward onto my chest, almost knocking the air out of me. Sherrie's oil

“Rhea, how could you?” “Lyra, I don’t know.” My voice was pleading. “I’m as confused as you are.” “This has to be some sort of prank.” She whirled toward them, her silver gown swaying with the motion. “Four of you …you’re pranking me for my birthday, right? Okay, stop. It’s not funny.” Cassian’s voice finally broke through the buzzing in my ears. “Lyra, we’re not pranking you. We’re as confused as you are. The three of us are feeling the bond coming from her.” His gaze turned to me. “How could she be mated to the three of us?”

After she ended the call, the other guy took her mouth without wasting time. He held her head and moved deep while the first guy banged her harder from behind. Lia was caught between them, her body used from both ends in a raw threesome. They groaned with pleasure, their hands all over her. She followed every silent demand with shame burning inside. Tears fell freely, but she didn’t fight. They were too strong, too dangerous, and she had no escape. They kept switching, taking turns in every position they wanted, fucking her like she belonged to them for the night. The bed creaked loudly. Their bodies slapped against hers. Lia cried through it all, disgust thic

Stretching her so wide, to fit both cocks in. Paloma screamed in pleasure and pain, as she started cumming from both cock inaide her pussy. Zacharias and Ferdinand's cum spilled as soon as her pussy clenched around them both. Growling in the tightness. All three of them finally collapsed onto the couch in a sweaty, heaving pile, chests rising and falling with heavy breaths and satisfied grins. Paloma felt genuinely satisfied. This kind of raw, shameless pleasure was exactly what she craved. She was already adding threesomes to her regular pastimes in her mind.

The thing that settled was deeper: the understanding that this was actually working, that the improbable architecture of it was holding weight, that the three of us were going to be able to do this without losing each other in the process. "She's remarkable," I said. Neither of them disagreed. We sat in the training yard in the early light and the conversation went places I had not expected, not the tactical places, not the logistics of how to navigate a three-way bond in a pack that was still integrating the concept, but the genuine places, the places where we talked about what she meant to each of us and how the meanings were different and how the differences were not problems. Thorian tal

He felt his heart stutter, his wolf howling in a vacuum of agony, but he kept his eyes locked on hers. "Focus on me!" Ash commanded, his voice a raw, bleeding thing. "Touch me, Rhea! Use me to ground yourself!" He collapsed against her, his body pressing her into the obsidian pillar. Their chains tangled, silver on silver, creating a cage of metal and lust. The Hex of Desire, triggered by the proximity and the ritual's violence, exploded between them. It was a desperate, reckless night of touch and pain, a collision of two souls trying to find a way back to each other through a wall of fire.

“Gosh, he's so arrogant. He acts like he owns the place and everyone in it!” Jamie let out a slow, troubled breath, nodding reluctantly. “It's that elite pride. God, if he really did this... that’s sick.” She paused, chewing nervously on her lower lip before looking up at me. “This is a mess.” I nodded, wiping my sweaty palms on the sides of my shorts. “Wait. Does Zed have a girlfriend? Like, someone I have to worry about this blowing back on?” Jamie shook her head instantly, crossing her arms over her chest. “No. None that I know of. Zed’s… well, Zed is Zed.”

It would be easier to undress. "Uugh!" I gasped, fighting for air amidst our mouths still locked in a storm. I hadn't seen that coming. The warmth of his fingers caressed the inside of my thighs, I went wild with want. I was standing on my knees over his n*ked body on the bed - the sheets were soft against my skin, his tongue devoured every corner of my mouth like its favorite meal, his c*ck was rock hard and erect, it poked my stomach hard, the wetness that had gathered around it soaking through my sweatshirt, everything happening to me in that moment did nothing to discourage me from wanting what I wanted, not caring about how much taboo it was.