Uranic Sexuality Novels & Stories

"Wait... Do you want to cajole my father? —He started laughing at me —Stop being stupid, my father hates ugly and tasteless girls and you are. I couldn't believe that Lucas called me that way, he humiliated me and that hurt me because he said it so loudly that Erika was also making fun of me. —So I'm ugly and tasteless? —I swear this won't stay like this Lucas. And since you wanted to know the name of the person who took my virginity, I'll tell you. Victor Santoro —Lucas' face completely uncracks and he laughs at me again —He even came to my room last night to pick me up to give me a job, actually it's an excuse I'll use because he's a stud that I want him to fuck me every day.

Nearly a month had passed since she last had real sex, and the craving inside her burned hotter than ever. She scrolled through new chatrooms until she stumbled across one called BBCchat. Her pulse raced at the name. Arianna had always fantasized about black cock, though she had never experienced one. She signed up immediately as “Ari Cat” and uploaded a nude photo. A glimpse of her bush peeked between her thighs. The responses came fast, men sending pictures of their erections, making her cunt twitch with desire. She chose one and began sexting. Her descent into craving black cock was complete. She could feel herself growing hotter with every message.

The steam swirled around us, the heat was suffocating, and the pleasure was blinding. I leaned forward, biting the nape of her neck, licking the water off her skin. She reached back, her nails digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. "Cum inside me again," she begged. "Fill me up with your cousin juice. Make me pregnant, Alex." The dirty talk, the absolute taboo of it, snapped the last thread of my sanity. The idea of breeding her, of leaving a permanent mark of our sin, sent me over the edge.

Her wolf just disappeared together with her soul, and my soul, together with my wolf’s, took her body before it became a corpse. Princess Unara was a voyeur whose sexual satisfaction or pleasure could only be achieved by watching other people partake in sexual acts. A man’s touch could never arouse her, but seeing a man and a woman do the sexual deeds in front of her would spark the sexual fire inside of her that would lead her to complete ecstasy. I tried to control such desire, but the body of Princess Unara would not let me.

I repeat, these ladies were too easy and that was because deep in their subconscious all men were bestial Neanderthals, one step above creating fire, or spineless sheep who would rather stampede like lemmings off a precipice than show an ounce of resistance (and be put down), much less any actual romantic inclinations. Since they were convinced sex consisted of either being raped, or your partner staring at the ceiling and wondering if he was missing the latest episode of NCIS, a tiny dose of my sensuality was the equivalent of turning their moped of a hypothalamus into a street racer. My hope was I'd live to regret it.

Perhaps he wants to fuck me for greedy reasons. In the end, it doesn't matter. I’m going to give into him. I’m not going to be able to hold out sexually forever; that’s impossible. I know that. I’m well aware I’m going to cave at some point. Admittedly getting my ass sexually punished without much sexual experience probably wasn’t the grandest of ideas because now I have a higher chance of caving faster. Werewolves and lycans do have high libidos, although I think most supernaturals do. Hell, I’ve heard of some humans who can fuck just as much as we can.

“Your nipples are hard as little diamonds. I bet your pussy is soaked right now.” He groped me openly — squeezing my breast, rolling my nipple, then sliding his hand lower to palm my ass and pull me against his naked body. His hard cock pressed against my stomach, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum on my dress. “Imagine it, Nova,” he said, voice dark and filthy as he kissed down my neck. “Imagine drawing this exact moment. My cock in your hand. My mouth on your skin. My fingers about to slip inside your dripping little cunt while you try to keep sketching.”

They hit directly into his prostate with thrusts from their fingers, as they stretched them, enough for a magic cock to enter, thrust and fuck him hard, at that time, Circe loved being inside him, mercilessly thrusting in and out of her, the one that long was replaced by another woman, banging her balls in and out of him. Tsuki sucked on Hecate 's breasts, who jumped and lowered herself towards her lips, amid the ride up and down, when Darkness lunged at him, being pushed by Nix, who swallowed his penis with fingers inside him, at that time, sticking her tongue and I comment on his hole filled with saliva, lube, and semen from inside him.

He paused, then said without looking up, “I wrote. ‘Patient deflects discomfort with seduction. Attempts to regain control through sexual tension.’” I sucked in a slow breath. “Well,” I muttered. “That’s not sexy at all.” “It’s not supposed to be.” My legs uncrossed and re-crossed, slower this time, not for show but because I needed to move. To feel something. Anything. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. That caught him off guard. Barely. But I saw it—the shift in his eyes, like I’d finally said something real. “No,” he said.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.