Vault 69 Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Thank… Thank you for being a good companion… when I needed it…” “No…I…I…love you…you are the reason why I stayed back here…”. Tears were already pouring out his eyes uncontrollable, as if the earth was starved of moisture. The scene broke my heart. “Why… why did you hide it from me… all these while?”. She asked with difficulty, her breaths were coming out in small gasps. “I couldn’t ruin your relationship with the-”. . The next thing I saw was Vaughan hitting the walls of the cave, as Altair entered the cave. “How dare you touch her?!”. He yelled, using his powers in hitting Vaughan. Vaughan didn’t fight back, but struggled to get on his knees, reaching for Avanna.

“Maybe I’ll suck your dick while that all goes down.” “I like that idea,” Kaiya says. “As long as you boys dan’t get to wild when you inevitably shift, because we have been going at this for days.” “I agree with Kaiya,” I say. “That was more easily solved than I thought it would be, now, the positioning will be interesting,” Draknar says. I feel like I have somehow stepped into some strange wet dream, but it seems real enough, as odd as this all is. That is how we finish our heat and rut cycle for this month, With my best friend and I ass to ass, pussy to pussy, dick to dick, shooting loads into the Vampire who is the future mate of our eldest children.

He stayed inside me for a long time, we were both breathing hard and I watched how his eyes slowly went back to their normal colour. I waa still laying under him with my body shaking and my pussy full of his warm cum. I smiled weakly because deep down I knew the truth. I loved every rough second with him, I loved being his sex slave even when i hated to admit it out loud. Vaelarion kissed my forehead gently “Good girl,” he whispered. “You keep the wolf quiet and tomorrow I will fuck you again.” I closed my eyes, still feeling him inside me and already excited for tomorrow.

Jade's POV The air in the subterranean core of the Cavallo Estate didn't smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, it was the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets; down here, it was the smell of ozone, chilled coolant, and the low, constant thrum of pure, unadulterated power. This was the "Vault of Sin"—the physical birthplace of the Weaver.

Every time he hit her, the red petals flew into the air. "I am going to shift your womb, Goddess!" Kaelo roared. "I am going to plant the seed of the Vakari so deep the trees will shake!" He gave a massive, violent thrust. Ava felt a sharp heat in her belly. He was hitting the very back of her. She felt like she was being split open by a mountain. The ritual grew faster. The men began to change places. Mako took the pussy, and Kaelo moved to her mouth. The Twins, Bane and Jiro, took turns entering her ass and her pussy. It was a wild mess of muscle and skin.

I fucked him upwards with standing thrusts, making him thrash about in pleasure. Finally I could not hold my orgasm any longer and cummed hard inside his ass. It was a hot night and we were very tired from the workout but we wanted to do more. We fell asleep, but early morning I woke up and saw that my dick was erect again. Victor and I got into a 69 position and sucked each other out. We both came almost simultaneously in each other’s mouths, and I really enjoyed myself. We had sex the whole of that day and night before I came back to my place, eagerly waiting for the next banging session with him.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forge

Valentine’s POV I trotted down the marble staircase happily, recalling the conversation Cheksa and I just had. I loved the way I made her tear up from remembrance of her old life. I don't know why, it just seemed to give me a rush. Vlad was still been blind and while he was desperate, I was secretly triumphant. I may not have the Alpha title, at least I made him this way. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I called out for my slaves.

Like I was a stray she’d picked up to fetch her digital slippers. And then there was the way she’d touched me in the cellar, bruising, demanding, using my own desire as a leash before wiping her hands of me like I was literal filth. "You want a monster, V?" I whispered, my voice a dry rasp in the silence. "I’ll give you a ghost in the machine." Click. The sound wasn't loud, but in the pressurized silence of the vault room, it sounded like a gunshot. The heavy steel door of the internal server rack slid open with a hiss of nitrogen cooling.

POV Vaelira Well. That was a catastrophically stupid idea. The door barely clicks shut behind him before I sag against it and let out a breath that sounds suspiciously like I’ve just survived a war instead of a kiss. My forehead thumps against the wood as I mutter, “Fantastic. Truly inspired decision-making, V. Let the emotionally unavailable vampire prince sneak into your room, kiss you senseless, draw a little blood, stare at you like you’re the end of the world—and then leave.”