Fantasy Stoires の小説・ストーリー

' Jake obliges, gripping Alex's thighs to spread him wider, railing him with brutal force, their bodies slick with sweat. The sight pushes me to the brink—Jake's cock stretching Alex, pulling out shiny and veined before slamming back in, Alex's face contorted in ecstasy, moans turning to shouts. I alternate licks between them, tonguing Jake's shaft mid-thrust, then sucking Alex's cock hungrily, the mix of their flavors overwhelming. Finally, Jake tenses, roaring as he cums inside Alex, hot spurts filling him up while Alex strokes himself to release, shooting ropes across his own stomach. I lap at the fresh cum spilling from Alex's hole as Jake pulls out, then clean their softening cocks with

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

“Fine. Talk.” Taiga’s hand swept across the papers, finding the ones he’d been buried in all night. His voice steadied with purpose. “I stayed up all night studying. And I came to a conclusion. What if they were a pack? Rei, Dante, kouji… and Maya.” The name caught in his throat, hesitation bleeding into his voice. “That’s ridiculous,” Tatsuya scoffed. “Enigmas can’t form a pack.” “Pay attention in Biology and PE, Tatsuya.” Taiga rolled his eyes, a hint of the old brotherly bite returning. “Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.”

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“Make it a good one.” “Oh, I shall!” it chittered, and with a flourish, it conjured a new narrative pocket in our world. This one wasn't tiny. It was a full-scale, shimmering mirage that overlay a corner of the garden. It depicted a classic, sweeping fantasy epic—knights, dragons, a quest for a glowing mcguffin. But something was off. The knight kept tripping over his own cloak. The dragon was afraid of heights. The glowing mcguffin was just a very persuasive lightbulb.

Cassie growled defensively. "I see. This Patty chick made up those rumors to get back at you huh?" I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. "Yeah. As if I'd have sex with him," she continued. "So you're saying that you aren't interested in sex?" The urge to tease her was too tempting. "What? No, that's not what I meant. What I'm saying is that I've only been with two guys my whole life and neither of them did that thing you did with your tongue," she nervously explained.

This was similar to the fantasy stories he had read, and it perplexed the young man with the blond hair. But the cave was quiet again, and the fireflies continued their dance unaffected. "What exactly happened?" This series of events and occurrences had occurred far too quickly. Faghri was not even permitted to take a breath.

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.