Touched By Vast Novels & Stories

My bare breasts were hardening from his touch as goosebumps clung to my flesh. I arched my back as his teeth tugged at one of my nipples; he played with the other one with his fingers, tugging on it and making shocks of pleasure course through my body. Everywhere he touched became hyper-sensitive. I felt tingles and electricity everywhere in his path. The warmth of his body penetrated mine and it felt as if he was bringing me back to life after I’ve been dead for so long. It felt like taking that first breath of air after I spent a lifetime drowning in the ocean. With every touch, with every contact his skin made with mine, my heart beat a little bit quicker.

Their touch, like many fingers stroking, sent heat coursing through him from the inside out. When he opened his eyes, he saw nothing but a mist of darkness floating above him. He couldn't see them, but their touches could only be described as the heat one feels when the sun hits their skin directly. Warmth enveloped him as they wrapped their tendril-like fingers around him, stroking him slowly and lovingly until he felt weak at the knees. He longed for them, but they kept him waiting. It was torturous!

Still touching. Still burning.

*** The path opening into something larger. *** A vast clearing ahead— lit by natural light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. *** At its center— the worldroot. *** Massive. Ancient. Unfathomably alive. *** ### The Pull Raven felt it immediately. *** Not like her power. *** Not something she could control. *** Something she could only… approach. *** ### The Watching Returns And beneath it— faint. Subtle. *** Something else watched. *** Not pressing. Not acting.

This is just a simple and innocent request yet my mind is filled with numerous thoughts. I reluctantly give my hand in his big palm and as soon as he wraps his fingers around my small hand, I feel sparks erupting under my skin. I feel butterflies fluttering their wings inside my stomach and it feels too pleasant to lose contact. I feel my heart making a jump inside my chest. All this feels so good. Just a moment passed and I felt hundreds of emotions just by a touch of him. It is like he affects the depth of mine. It feels like he sends something so wild through his touch to me. It is mysterious, just like magic. He made me feel so much just by a single innocent touch of his. As if my soul d

I cringed. "What's that look?" "What?" "That one." He touched my face with his fingers. I flinched at the contact and retreated deeper against the sofa cushions, "You can't just go around touching people and things." "Yes, I can." He touched me again. "See? It's really easy." "You're exhausting." "I've been told worse." I shifted away from his massive presence, "You said you were desperate, so how is this conversation supposed to help?" "It's making me feel better."

A moment later, he’s back, leaning on the arm of the couch. “Just so we’re clear,” he says, “no touching includes casual stuff. No brushing past me, no hand on the shoulder, no… whatever it is you do to get people on your side.” I look up at him, biting back a smile. “You think I have some kind of magic touch?” “I think,” he says, “you’re the kind of person who doesn’t even realize when you’ve crossed a line. So we’re avoiding that entirely.” I sit up a little straighter, mock-serious. “Understood. Your personal space is a sacred temple. I’ll keep my hands and elbows and knees entirely to myself.”

My skin burned everywhere she touched. He pulled away from my pussy, stood up behind me. I could feel the heat of his cock pressed against my thigh, hard and throbbing. My mouth watered without even seeing it. “You want it?” he growled. I nodded. My only answer was a moan, deep from my throat, as I prepared for the man to penetrate me. The vibrations made my clit throb. His hands gripped my hips, and the blunt head of his cock pressed into my soaked entrance. I gasped as he pushed forward—inch by thick, delicious inch—stretching me open, filling me.

Something familiar. I press my lips together and slowly reach out a hand, my arm trembling just slightly. He pauses, head tilting, then steps closer until my fingers brush against his fur. It’s softer than I expect, thick but smooth, and the heat from his body radiates against my palm. "Oh my god," I breathe out, unable to hold back the words. "You’re… you’re huge."

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.