Yandere Creepypasta X Reader Novels & Stories

A shudder ran down her body. "You are wet," He teased her, his fingers dancing around her clit, dipping into her wetness, but never quite giving her the pressure she craved. "Do you get wet from reading a book about witches? You are peculiar, Anna. Very... peculiar." She squirmed, trying to press back against his hand, but he held her hips firm, his grip unyielding. "Lord....Xandros," she gasped, her voice a breathy plea. "Please." She wasn't supposed to be doing this.....no, feeling this....

My heart pounded hard. He leaned in. His breath brushed my cheek. Then he stopped. "Read this new scene," he said, his voice low and rough. He handed me a fresh page. "Out loud. Then tell me exactly how it would feel if it were you." I took the paper. The scene was filthy. The man in the story had the woman bent over his desk, his hand between her legs, teasing her until she begged. I read every word. My voice grew softer, thicker. When I finished, he waited.

He lifted up her chin up slowly, making sure she saw the devilish smirk on his face. “But I’m not greedy, you may have a glimpse of it.” He gripped her head hard, pulling it closer to his groin. He pressed her head hard against it, rubbing the side of her face on it. “You feel it huh?” Xander groaned. Athlea’s face continued to rub against it, feeling every texture as it hardened. Xander’s soft groans hit her ears, releasing little wetness in her pants. Her hands gripped his thighs, maintaining her balance as her face continued to press hard against him.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

[Male lead: Kayden] [Female lead: Lydia] ••••• SCENE: They're in an alley and having intimacy for the first time. Kayden is an incubus, a creature who feeds on sex. While Lydia is a Vampire. ••••••••••

Xander is seated on his bed with a bulge underneath his boxers, an almost painful erection caused by the sexual deviant before him who's in her blue lacy underwear. Xander drags her close to him, his hands firmly on the softs cheeks of the butt, hence the lustful, moan that escapes her lips next. His hands work up her body up to the hook of her bra, with no warning he unhooks. Cara smirks as she removes the bra, throwing it to the ground. Xander looks at the average-sized boos like a lion would his prey. He wants to take his time and explore every part of her body yet he will like to take her now and have her screaming his name till she loses her voice.

The Return of the Witch Queen Chapter Seven (Sins of the father ii) Fiona’s POV I brush my lips at his warm skin perceiving his neat male scent, excitement pricked on my skin, goosebumps spreading over my back and lower region. My womanly folds creamed turning moist in my panties just from the thrill of being in his bed. The things Xander does to my body feels surreal and ineffable. Being close to him sends my world into different layers of need, passion and excitement mixed altogether. He sets my blood on fire.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

I stand up on tip-toes and whisper in his ear. "I have decided something," He groans at the contact of my tongue, licking his ear. "What's that?" He asks. I rub myself against his bulge. "That I want you," Xander growls, lifting me and carrying me to his desk. "Bend over," He says, smirking. I do what I'm told and bend over his desk. The coldness from the wood makes my nipples hard. Xander smacks my ass. "Repeat it," He says.

The place where he struck me burns and tingles in a chaotic mayhem. It’s a crop, I think. He’s punishing me with a crop. Holy shit. I didn’t sign up for this. Or did I? Xander has always been transparent about who he is and what his tendencies are. He’s never once said he’d offer me normal or vanilla. With time, I’ve figured out he’s a natural Dom and an unabashed sadist who’s brought out the masochist in me. In a way, I’ve been falling into that rhythm, into his abnormality. I like the freedom that loss of control offers.