Vore Fiction Novels & Stories

I roared. I threw the fang at the Author. It didn't hit him like a bullet. It hit him like a **Virus**. The fang buried itself in the Author’s chest. The "Narrative" wall shattered. The black ink words—*The Hero fell*—turned into violet birds and flew away. The Author looked down at the fang. His white sweater began to turn black. His skin began to grow fur. "What... what is this?" he gasped. "This isn't in the 'Outline'!"

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

Ria noticed and leaned down, sucking one into her mouth through the thin fabric, then pulling the top aside to lick and nibble directly on the stiff peak. She finger-fucked me harder and faster, her fingers plunging deep and curling with every deep stroke while her palm ground against my clit. Juices coated her hand and dripped down my ass as I writhed beneath her. In my mind, it wasn’t Ria’s fingers stretching me…it was Mr. Collins’ thick, experienced cock burying itself inside my virgin pussy for the first time, stretching me and claiming me.

Please take the warning seriously, this story is not about your everyday romance. This is book is a story about two people who have gone through hell and suffered unimaginable pain, especially the female character who had been subject to humn trfcing and has painful past. And if you don't like sensitive subjects this may not be good book to read for you. With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story.

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

She held her breath and pressed her ear gently against the door, straining to hear their muffled voices. It would have been easier if only she had her wolf. Those that were wolfless fell into the category of those that were tagged as void. They were tagged as cursed and Eirlys had faced more than she could handle since she was growing up. Even with her ears resting on the door, she could not grasp their words. All she could tell was that there were two voices and they were ladies. Like they were arguing about something. She straightened up and wondered what was going on.

Kesakten Vampir Segawon. The words seemed to fill the gaze of Hugo who was opening the old book, reading it with growing impatience. These three words, if interpreted literally, mean the magic power of the wolf vampire, or wolvire's magic power. It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire.

I came crying. The orgasm was pulled out of me by the relentless depth and the horror of the story and the way his eyes never left mine while he told it. Tears ran into my hair. My walls clamped down around him in hard, shaking pulses. He did not slow. He fucked me through every wave of it, the same deep, punishing rhythm, voice still steady even as his breathing roughened.

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!! Until then, Elizra