18+ Manhwa Novels & Stories

A friendly game after a college party gets a little wild... All characters are 18+. You can expect a wild game of dares between college students that only gets wilder as the night wears on, including but not limited to handjobs, blowjobs, best friends, crushes, MF, MFF, MMF, MMMF, MFFF, anal, and other naughty fun. Enjoy.. ************

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

"Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate." "Things which you could read in any newspaper," Joonjae scoffed. Yoseob, who was trying to maintain a distance between him and the carnivorous woman in front of him, knew that Joonjae was only pretending to be indifferent. His boss was gauging the woman or to be more specific, what was inside the woman.

Jesse’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Really, who was the first?” Marcus raised his head and shrugged, rubbing his finger on Jesse’s nipples. “High school. Band camp. Clarinet guy.” “Oh my God. That's so cliché.” Jesse mocked, and Marcus didn’t answer. His mouth was too busy moving lower. Jesse lifted his hips in anticipation, fumbling his own pants open with one hand while gripping Marcus’s hair with the other. Marcus then reached into Jesse’s pants and pulled his cock free. “Fuck,” Marcus muttered, eyeing it's size, Jesse was thick, curved and already leaking precum. “You're bigger than I expected.”

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

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These are people, they're just not human people. All characters are 18+ years old. For species with different aging, all characters are adults by their species standards and human equivalent age. Consent matters in these stories. Even when dynamics involve dominance, thrall, or supernatural influence, consent is established. Pheromones and magic might remove inhibitions, but desire is mutual. If any of this isn't for you, that's completely valid. But if you've been waiting for paranormal erotica that actually delivers on the monster part, welcome home. You've been warned. Now enjoy.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

She trembled so hard, convulsing like she was trying to expel an antibody out of her system. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth. He savoured her, moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. When he finally pulled back, his lips were shiny with her cum. He licked them clean, grinning. “That was fucking incredible.” He groaned. He stood to shove his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, long, angry and a small ball of pre-cum already teasing at the tip. Jane’s breath caught. It was bigger than anything she’d ever imagined in her books.

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?