All Chapters of Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 151Ava’s POVI returned to the dungeon three nights later with my body still remembering every mark from the cross. The collar felt heavier around my throat now, a constant reminder that I had already given him pieces of myself I could never take back. My hands shook as I removed my coat and knelt in the center of the room, completely naked, waiting for Master Damien. The air felt thicker tonight. Charged with something darker. I knew he planned to test me harder, and the terrifying part was how much I craved it.He entered silently and studied me for a long moment. “Look at you. Already dripping on my floor before I have even touched you. Such a greedy little toy.”“Yes, Master,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I have been thinking about this constantly. Touching myself but never allowing myself to finish because you told me not to.”He smiled with dark satisfaction and helped me stand. Tonight there were no ropes or crosses at first. Instead he led me to a large padded tabl

Chapter 153Ava’s POVThe dungeon felt different tonight. Different colors of candles flickered around the room, casting a warm golden light across the chains and leather. The air carried the scent of melted wax, leather polish, and my own nervous sweat. I walked in barefooted, completely naked except for the temporary collar I had worn for days. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it echo in my ears. This was the night. The collar ceremony. The moment I would officially give myself to Master Damien.He waited for me in the center of the room wearing a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up to show those strong forearms. His eyes softened slightly when he saw me, but the hunger remained noticeably sharp. He held a beautiful new collar in his hands : thick black leather with a heavy silver ring and a small engraved plate that read “Property of Master Damien.”“Kneel, Ava,” he said gently.I dropped to my knees instantly, thighs spread, palms up on my legs. Tears already gathered in m

Chapter 155Hell-ish Pleasure. Lila’s POVThe glowing cum inside me would not stop moving.It felt alive, thick and warm as it swirled deep in my womb like liquid fire that refused to settle. I lay on my apartment floor, legs still spread, chest heaving as Azrael hovered above me. His golden eyes burned with wicked satisfaction while thick ropes of his demonic seed leaked from my ruined pussy, dripping onto the wooden boards with wet, obscene sounds.But he was not finished.“You feel it, don’t you, little witch?” he purred, voice like smoke curling around my ears. “My essence is already changing you. Making you hungry for more.”Before I could answer, shadows exploded from his back.They were not normal shadows. These were living things. Thick, black, glistening tentacles that moved with sinister grace. They wrapped around my wrists and ankles, lifting me effortlessly into the air. The texture was warm and slick, almost velvet-soft but impossibly strong. They spread my legs wide, e

Chapter 157Breeding Ceremony. Lila’s POVThe portal pulled me through darkness and fire.One moment I was on my apartment floor, leaking Azrael’s cum from every hole. The next, scorching heat wrapped around my naked body as I landed hard on smooth black stone. The air here tasted different. Thick. Sweet. Like incense mixed with sex and brimstone. Crimson skies stretched endlessly above me, and distant screams of pleasure echoed from obsidian towers.I was in his realm.Before I could even catch my breath, strong hands lifted me. Azrael carried me like I weighed nothing, my swollen belly pressing against his hard chest. His glowing seed still leaked down my thighs with every step, leaving a wet trail behind us.“You belong here now,” he growled against my ear. His voice vibrated through my bones. “On the altar. Ready to be properly bred.”The altar was massive. A raised platform of dark marble veined with pulsing red light. Chains with ancient runes dangled from the corners. Hundreds

Chapter 159A Pretty Drunk Confession. Sophie’s POVThe party had died down hours ago, but the buzz in my veins refused to fade. Music still thumped faintly from someone’s forgotten speaker in the corner of Ryan’s living room. Empty bottles and red solo cups littered the coffee table. I was sprawled on his couch in that stupid short black dress I wore just to feel something, legs tucked under me, cheeks flushed from too many shots. Ryan sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. My best friend of eight years. The one person who knew every stupid secret I had.Except this one.The one where I had been fantasizing about his hands on me for longer than I cared to admit.“You’re staring again,” he said, voice low and a little rough from drinking. His eyes, warm brown and slightly hazy, locked onto mine. God, he looked good tonight. Messy dark hair, that worn gray t-shirt stretched across his chest, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with beer.I laughed nervously, but it ca