Alien Erotica Novels & Stories

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

His eyes flickered with arousal. "Damn... wet," He huskily whispered and bent down to twitch her nipples over the thin bra layer. Unhooking it recklessly, he took her nipple into his mouth and gave them a slow and gentle suck while the other hand softly pumped a finger inside her sex. Slowly, his finger moved inside her panty, and then impatiently, he tore the last piece of her body. He inserted two fingers inside her vagina, and the soft movements turned rough and deep. "Ohh... God," Elaina's back arched off the bed as she began to feel the erotica.

“I’ve imagined you on your knees in this living room, looking up at me with those pretty hazel eyes while you choke on every inch of my young cock. Wondering if it’s bigger than your ex-husband’s. Wondering how wet you’d get knowing your son’s best friend was stretching that married throat.” Elena let out a quiet, throaty moan, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of my thigh, teasing, always teasing, never quite touching where I needed her. Her foot was still rubbing slow circles higher up my leg, dangerously close to my swollen bulge. “You’ve been such a naughty boy, Alex,” she breathed, voice dripping honey and sin. “Coming into my house, staring at my ass like you wanted to bury your fac

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

Alex chuckled against my neck, his hand sliding down to join Kai's between my legs. His fingers brushed Kai's, and instead of pulling away, Kai groaned, shifting to make room. Alex's thick fingers pressed alongside Kai's, two sets of fingers now scissoring inside my dripping cunt, stretching me wider and hitting every nerve. The sensation was overwhelmingly full, and perfect. I threw my head back against Alex's chest, my moans turned into whimpers as they worked me in tandem. Kai's free hand gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks slightly, and his thumb teased the tight ring of my asshole. "You like that, Malika? Being our little slut tonight?", Kai murmured as he licked my thigh before he nibb

I know exactly what’s about to happen, but I can’t move, I can’t turn away, can’t close my eyes. Ellie’s face contorts in a way I’ve never seen before. Her mouth opens. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her body shudders. I can hear the muffled moan of sheer, animalistic pleasure that tears out of her throat in a primal howl of passion. Her cry of delight becomes a shrill wail of ecstasy as he grabs her hips and pulls himself forward, filling her in one long, deep, firm stroke. I can’t imagine how stretched her tight pussy must be right now. I didn’t think it was possible for any woman to take a monster cock like this one. She will never feel my cock. Not after this.

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.