Wincest Fanfic Novels & Stories

Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain. Tom Pierce saw his son's reaction and had a lopsided grin. He wondered for the hundredth time if his son would ever find it in his heart to forgive him. He opted to turn to the lady sitting next to him. "You must be Vinca, my almost daughter-in-law." He said as Vinca hastily got up at the introduction to take his extended hand. Frost got even more annoyed at his father and stood up to hold Vinca by her waist to stamp ownership of her.

He was so rough that the image of the first time Winston forced me to mate with him flashes back to my eyes again. "Win… Win! You're scaring me!" I cried, but Winston was so eaten up by his anger that he could not even hear my words. I could feel warm liquid crawling down my legs, but it wasn't the love juices from mating with him but actual blood from how rough and angry he pounded on me. "Assh*le!" It startled me when suddenly Windriel appeared on my side. He kicked Winston, causing him to crash into the wall. Are we going to change rooms again? But the wall is not my major concern now! Why is Windriel here?

’ Jeston became more turned on and aroused by the sight in front of him. Alexa was completely naked while Jeston was still wearing his pants. His ripped shirt was already scattered on the floor. “Since you are injured, let me help you undress you,” Alexa said before moving closer to Jeston. Her eyes were already glowing in excitement. Her wolf was rejoicing inside her. They could already feel that sooner they would unite with their mate, Jeston. Jeston gulped hard once again, anticipating Alexa’s next move. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, tugging it downward. Jeston’s bulging erection was visible to his boxers.

Raw and poorly hidden, the hope of people who'd been waiting for something they needed badly enough to forget to conceal the need. A young warrior came running up, barely twenty, face bright with the return of his Alpha. He stopped when he saw Wren. Looked at her. Looked at Cain. "You're back," he said, with the understatement of someone who had many more urgent questions. "And you found — that is — who is —" "Wren Ashford," Cain said. "Treat her accordingly."

He began criticizing Caleb. “I already told you she has a crush on you, but you refused to believe me. You guys are both single, and she came over to help you put on fresh bandages? Is she the reason your hand got injured in the first place? Good for you, Caleb. Are you finally giving love another chance after getting rid of that Shaw woman?” Caleb’s brows knotted themselves together at how noisy Winston was being. “Stop making a clamor.” Winston chuckled and sat down.

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains mature writing. Please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter. ******* OSWIN's POV I thought her scent—she smelled like a combination of jasmine and lemongrass—was sweet, but so did her moan. Her juice was savory, filling the taste buds on my tongue with a strawberry flavor. I couldn't help but smile at her skin, which was already starting to get wet of its own accord and not just by my saliva alone. As her luscious voice filled the room with increasing intensity, the warmth within her grew, eventually causing it to flow and trickle down her inner thighs.

He pushes my legs up into the air and assaults my clit faster and harder. “Yesss!...” I scream as my climax crashes and I come all over his tongue. **** LUCIUS I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for ten years. When I got back from Falcon Ridge, the only thing I wanted to do was feel Wrens lips on mine. But it became something more. Something stronger than us. Now, I have my naked angel underneath me. I lay on top of her. I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor my Wren. My love back from the dead. I missed her so much.

His eyes were locked on Janelle, lost in the madness of it all, as though he was beyond reach, beyond care. "Jace, stop!" Winston’s voice cracked with urgency as he rushed forward, grabbing Jace’s arm in an attempt to halt the vicious assault. But Jace didn’t budge. He didn’t even flinch. “Enough. You’ve taken this far enough, Jace,” Winston said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and disgust, his gaze filled with something almost unrecognizable—a flicker of something akin to regret, but it was quickly overshadowed by the horror of what was happening.

"Three years ago, Wincy came in for plastic surgery when she was about to go abroad. I was at the hospital, so I provided her with a consultation. She noticed the photo on my desk and requested a similar look. Surprisingly, she recovered well and turned out just as expected after the surgery. "However, one thing to note is while Wincy's face may not be great, her figure is somewhat similar to Madelyn's. In hindsight, it was fate. I told you before that you'd fall for Madelyn, but you didn't listen. And now, Wincy showed up. Why not keep her as your mistress? It suits your tastes, doesn't it? "Randall is dead, and Wincy won't pose much of a threat to you. She might even contribute to Azure Co

Winston is coming over, and he looks pissed. ##########