Yandere Creepypasta X Reader Novels & Stories

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good little ghost hunter. You’re so fucking wet for us.” Elias took her from behind next, holding her suspended in mid-air while he railed her. Victor and Lucian took turns using her mouth and playing with her clit and nipples. Harper was a moaning, drooling, overwhelmed mess. “You three are going to kill me,” she gasped during a brief moment when her mouth was free. “Death by ghost gangbang. That’s a new one for the obituary.” Elias laughed and thrust deeper. “We’ve been dead for over a hundred years, darling. We have a lot of pent-up energy. And you’re the first living woman brave enough to spend the night.”

And fuck me, that sound makes my body ache even more. “Fucking hell, guys, the scent is driving me wild. We either need to get naked and take this up a notch, or leave it here. Because with the steam as well, you smell incredible, Zahra, and I did have plans for you this afternoon.” Xander says it lightly, but the look in his eyes is hungry, almost predatory, and it makes my toes curl and something low in my stomach clench. I bite my lip, and he closes his eyes with a groan.

She moaned, arching her back as I rolled her hard pink nipples roughly between my fingers, sucking on the soft spot in her neck as she gasped again. I felt something snap inside me, the worm of dark desire crowding the spaces between my frontal lobes so that I tore the dress from her frame, hardening when she whimpered and splayed her legs so that my eyes trailed over the puffed-up meat of her pink pussy. ”Punish me, Xander, I’ve been a very bad girl,” Darlene whispered so quietly that I went half-crazed, thinking I hadn't heard her, and dragging my eyes to her face catching the wanton look on it.

A pleased groan left his mouth as he fumbled the soft mounds between his palms, roughly pressing them together making Rara let out a hiss of panic. “NO!” Greedy touches and impatient hands roam over her body. She wanted to scream, to cry, but it was futile. These men were not going to get satisfied with just mere touches. They needed something more intimate, and Rara was terrified to even imagine that. As much as she opposed the idea of being shared by three men, she hated herself more for being so pathetically vulnerable. He moaned low. “Open for me.” Alexei spread her thighs a little. He grunted, petting deeper. “Гавноp.” His voice was a low growl as he ripped the sheets off, the ripping f

Xander moved into the next as he sucked on it, he groans at the sweet taste of her skin spewed with the syrup. Abi bit her lip when he goes down and settles on his chair, hands lifting her legs and opening her up to his naked eyes, Xander licks his lip seductively while goggling at her freshen shaved pussy. Abi stared down at her starving mate; there he sat with his face in between her open legs, “You say came to feed me, yet you have no underwear on,” he chuckled, moving his eyes to her face to capture her reactions. “Seems you came prepared,” Xander continued, his lips tugged up in a smile, he then pushed his nose deeper into her crotch, inhaling her arousal that tends to help as an aphrod

He whispered, his breath was warm on my face. “Touch me, please.” I pleaded, feeling like I was about to be consumed by the fire of unimaginable pleasures. “Now, I want you to say that for the third time, this time, slowly. Beg me like you mean it, beg me like you want it, Crane Xander.” He ordered, his tone rising as he held a smirk on his face. “Elias… please… touch..me…please.” I said slowly in a low tone as some miserable tear dropped from my eye and my jaw clenched in anguish.

The world I once saw as beautiful is now tainted with evil. Steph breaks my deep, dark thoughts with a different set of deep and dark, “I gotta read you this chapter!” She shrieks. “Go on,” I roll my eyes. She reads me several chapters and I confess to my A****n order, which makes her ecstatic because now we can share our thoughts on the story. She explained to me why she never texted me back last night because of her role-play with Julian and his stupidity for not giving her a heads up. She insists that X and I need to try it out and that it’s a whole new experience. We’ll see…

Zara's POV “Let me do you,” Xander’s husky voice rang in my ears. I started sweating and trembled like a fish when Xander's hot fingers crawled up my inner thighs. Hardly had he reached for my pussy that I could feel it dripping already. My heart throbbed hard forcing me to surrender to my contracted husband. I closed my eyes involuntarily as the wave of pleasure hit me. But what followed next left me aghast. My mind flashed me the image of Tania and Xander. Just a night before Tania and Xander were so close like this, and today Xander wanted to do it to me!

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.