Wildest Fantasy 소설 & 이야기

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

Their path led them to a world unlike any they had ever seen, a realm of boundless imagination conjured by the enigmatic Wilson. In this fantastical world, where reality bent to the whimsy of the imagination, they encountered creatures of myth and legend, their forms shifting and morphing before their very eyes. They navigated through landscapes that defied logic, where the sky merged with the earth and time flowed like a capricious river. Finally, they reached the heart of this extraordinary world, where the second God's Supreme soul resided, hidden within a crystalline labyrinth. With unwavering determination, they solved the labyrinth's intricate puzzles, their minds bending to the strang

"Very well, then. I will be needing you to come back three days before your journey. There's need to bath you clean and keep you protected of the dangers and evil of the wild." "Aunt Lyra," my voice was barely above a whisper. "Could you tell me about the wild, please? What you think I should know." She heaved a sigh, her lips pursed before speaking. "The wild is a beast. A roaring beast, there's every need to protect you from its fangs and claws." she explained. "There's a legend that says it is the home of souls that hell had let lose as lessons for others. They crave blood for survival and the Kingdom has been able to keep them at base with the offenders, serving them as offerings."

I shivered the moments the words left his mouth, my gaped pussy clenching. “I need you to fuck your boyfriend how you would want him to fuck you” he said easily but my body tensed, not because he had said something wrong but because he literally said my fantasy. He wrapped a hand around my neck gently in a show of dominance and whispered, “I could read your nasty thoughts as you stood in the doorway earlier” he casually said but a shiver ran down my spine as he straightened.

He nudged her forward again, a silent urging to continue their journey. As they moved deeper into the woods, the moonlight grew stronger, casting long, dancing shadows that played across their path. The forest seemed to hum with a latent power, a magic that Elara had only ever read about in ancient texts. It was the magic of the wild, of the primal forces that had shaped the world long before the rise of kingdoms and empires. And Kael, she realized, was an embodiment of that magic. His presence was not just that of a wolf, but of something far more ancient, far more powerful, a guardian spirit of these wild lands.

The war between the Light and the Void was ancient, but the Wild was the wild card that would change the game forever. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "Next time Nathaniel talks about 'logistics', remind him that he’s basically falling in love with a 'Wild' woman himself. Maya’s been eating raw venison for three days. I think the Saint is going feral." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the ruins of my childhood. "I think the whole world is going feral, Félix. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

My fingers found my clit—already slick, already begging—and the first slow circle made my back arch so hard water sloshed over the edge. “Oh God,” I whispered, even though I knew it was the wrong name to say. I stroked faster. Two fingers sliding over and around my clit while my other hand came up to pinch my nipple the way I imagined he might. The water made everything slippery, louder. I slipped one finger inside myself, then two, curling them the way I’d done every morning for weeks. My hips rocked up to meet my hand. The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made sta

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.