Young Adult Fantasy 소설 & 이야기

) About more of my fantasy…… When I was young, my older sister thought I was asleep. I slept by myself in the far corner of our big bedroom. I heard noises. My older brother and his girlfriend quietly slipped in the room and got in my sisters big bed. It was a hot night and they all got naked. I didn’t move or make any sounds. I was just coming of age, they call it and my interest in sex was very curious.

They look really unprepared to see adults with us. In fact they look scared, and some of them even pull back. I'm guessing they were only expecting to fight the enchantling's, and that might have been closer to an even fight... at least they think it would've been an even fight. In reality, it wouldn't take much for us to put them out of our misery... But the adults are here to show authority these guys don't have. I'm pretty sure they will be calling their parents tonight after this is all done... but it won't matter because the Council will have them all locked away until they are set for trial against the world of magic and humanity.

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch. “Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

But she has to wait until she’s 18 before her aunts tell her about them. It always seems like the magic number 18. My wolf will appear when I am 18. I will go to Alpha Academy when I’m 18. She gets answers about her parentage when she’s 18. “Ora. Food is ready,” a woman yelled from the farmhouse.

“I have to stay alive if I am to go back to Earth. I can’t die in a world that is not mine.” Zaramanni wrapped her hands around his sturdy waist and Zoey stroked her long hair slowly, saying, “Do you think this world is not yours? Does it ever occur to you that fate brought you to this realm? To Zenrada? Besides, as a half-fairy, you belong to this universe.”

Well, my parents forbade me to go outside the city, but I often sneak out and play with Joque inside the forest; that's how I met that 100,000-year-old elf. However, I've never been to the kingdom of Dolocab, where mortals live and different creatures like us, vampires, fairies, elves, beasts, and many others secretly mingle with them. There are a lot of towns, cities, villages, and other kingdoms here in Fantasia where different creatures live with their own kind alone. The thing is, no one has ever made a map of the whole fantasia, and my goal is to make one. I want to discover those places and creatures that are not in the books and that no one in my city has ever heard of. That's another

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

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