All Chapters of All The Ways We Sin: A Diverse Collection of Erotica Tales: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTARWARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ----My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.I wasn’t supposed to be an omega. Or at least, that’s what the elders whispered when I presented as one last spring.My scent was said to be as sweet as night- blooming jasmine and warm honey. It was the kind that made every unmated alpha stop in their tracks and every other omega despite meBefore that I was just Vespera, the quiet beta girl who helped her mother tend the herb gardens. Basically I was a nobody before last spring.However I was untouched. Completely. No boy had ever kissed me. No fingers but my own had ev

Finally he pulled out A river of his cum gushed out of my gaping hole. It splashed onto the altar and ran down my ass.I groaned at the emptiness, it felt like I was already aching for more.However,I didn’t have to wait long.Eric stepped up next flipping me onto my stomach.He yanked my hips up so my ass was high while my face pressed to the stone. His cock was longer than Garrick’s slightly thinner but with a curve “Time to ruin this hole from behind, little moonflower,” he growled slapping my ass He dragged his cock through the mess Garrick. Then in just one thrust, slammed his dick into meI moaned like a slut loving the new angle. It was perfect the way his cock dragged perfectly over my G-spot.He fucked me like he hated me. One hand fisted in my long black hair and the other reaching around to rub my clit.“Virgin this morning and now you’re creaming on the second alpha cock of the night.” He leaned over my back biting my shoulder hard. “Gonna fill you up again. Then watch

I bent over to grab a bottle from the bottom shelf. The robe rode all the way up so my bare pussy and ass were on full display. I stayed like that longer than necessary pretending to search. My juices were literally dripping down my inner thigh now. I hoped he could see.When I finally turned, he was staring. Full-on staring with his lips parted. “Elena,” he said, “You’re… fuck. You’re playing with fire.”I stepped closer to him “Maybe I want to get burned.” I took his huge hand in mine and pressed it against my pussy “Feel how warm I am, Jake. All that dripping… it’s not just the faucet anymore.”“Tell me you don’t want this,” I whispered, rising up on my toes so my lips brushed his ear. “Tell me you don’t want to bend me over this counter and fuck the hell out of me ”He groaned and his hand moved lower. One thick finger parted me and slid inside with easily “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You’re dripping down my wrist already.”I moaned grinding against his hand “Deeper. Please.

ARC 12: GOOD BOY ON ALL FOURSWARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, heavy BDSM and pet play dynamics, dominance/submission, collaring, tail plugging, anal training, objectification, power exchange, contractual ownership, and intense D/s elements including verbal degradation and praise.Intended for mature audiences only (18+).Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction.----Elias's povIf someone had told me a few years agothat I, the first son of the prestigious Mitchell family would trade my dignity for a price I couldn’t even name out loud…I would have laughed. Or maybe I would have walked away before they finished the sentence.After all,who would pay attention to the words of a nutjob.But life… has a way of circling back. Of bending a man until he no longer recognizes the shape he once held.At least that was I understood from the nightmare that my life had become The taxi rolled to a stop at the private cliff road, just as the

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the deep soreness in my jaw and throat.It felt like my entire lips were on fire. Mr. Hawthorne had been so brutal I still felt like I was choking. I groaned softly and tried to bury my head into the thin blanket, but the steel bars around me reminded me exactly where I was.I was curled up inside the kennel.It was a heavy steel cage placed in the corner of the master bedroom. I hated that I could only sit or lie down, never stand. The floor was lined with a thin black mat that offered almost no comfort. A small water bowl sat in one corner, and a simple blanket was over me like I was nothing more than a pet. It was clearly no place for a human to live.To my surprise, Mr. Hawthorne was already standing right in front of the cage. He looked perfectly put together in a white shirt and dark trousers .“Morning, pup,” he said“Sleep well in your new home?”I winced at my throat's soreness. “Y-yes, sir,” I whispered hoarsely.He raised an eyebro