A R Taboo Books Novels & Stories

The sudden silence was deafening. “A mere aperitif,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her. He reached into the trunk and pulled out a length of soft, red rope. “Do you want a taste of the main course, Lois? Do you want me to show you how these are really meant to be used?” The question hung in the air, charged and dangerous. It was wrong. It was taboo. It was the most exciting thing she had ever been asked. Her logical mind screamed a protest, but the throbbing between her legs screamed louder. She gave another shaky nod.

I smiled to myself and kept going. “I imagine him fucking me on the bed, on the floor, on the couch… even in the sacred place no one else is allowed to enter. I imagine him taking me late at night where he preaches to everyone.” “Make it simpler,” he said. “Tell him directly. He might be more open-minded than you think.” I laughed softly. “Aren’t these things supposed to be taboo? You always preach that they’re only for marriage.” “Sometimes… you have to take risks.”

Raf would get curious if I took too long and start looking for me, and I could already imagine the face she would be wearing when she found me hunkered down in the 'Mates' section of the reference area. Superstitions. Taboos. Curses. Here! Was this it? I grabbed the slim volume off the shelf, ignoring the thin film of dust that laced the hard edges. No one had taken this book out in ages, and no surprise. Who besides me would ever be interested in this kind of thing? Even I was only invested because of a personal matter.

There were some old paperbacks and a couple of text books, nothing interesting really, but I continued to take the books out to see everything and then near the very bottom I found it. "Oh my god." I whispered, as I removed the black leather journal from the box. The Taboo diary as Mark had always called it, that I had kept off and on for close to ten years. The book was written entirely in Latin and chronicled in detail many of our forbidden sexual exploits. Even Mark had written a few of the earlier entries. I had thought I had lost this when Tommy had broken off our engagement and I moved back here for awhile just before going to Chicago.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

"You have no idea what you're asking for, do you?" I shook my head. All I had were books. Mom's regulated the internet at home, so there were sites we couldn't visit. She'd caught me trying to log in to a p**n site and made sure to make me pay for it. The internet at school was regulated too. I'd read enough erotic books to know the words, but I had never seen anything in real life. "Damn, what has Edwina done?" He whispered, dragging a hand down his face. "You don't go around asking to be punished, Georgia. Men are creatures of hell, you have no idea what you could be walking into!"

I pushed it open. Isabella was waiting. She sat on the edge of her father’s massive mahogany desk wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong and one of her father’s expensive suit jackets…unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal her perfect naked body underneath. Her full breasts were on full display, nipples hard. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder. The desk was covered with framed family photos, business awards, and a large nameplate that read “Richard Voss – Owner.” The taboo of it hit me like a drug.

A book on market strategy lay open in her lap, but her eyes were lost in the rivers of water streaming down the glass, dissolving the city into smears of gold and silver light. Calleb worked behind his desk, the lamplight illuminating his arms as his fingers danced silently over the keyboard. The necklace, *her* necklace, rested light and constant against Lara's skin, a physical anchor in that state of domesticated peace they had found. It was a scene of strange, deep intimacy, the predator and his creation at rest, sharing territory without the need for words or gestures of power.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.