American Horror Story Smut Novels & Stories

*Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly. "Oh my, Y/N, this nasty hentai filth on your laptop... busty sluts getting pussies pounded by throbbing cocks, cunts squirting cum, asses stuffed with tentacles," *Stefanie purrs sultrily, arrogant smirk widening as she strips naked, fair skin flushing, pink nipples hard on j

All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah. Jonah ran slowly, but with firm steps. He was very frightened by the ruthless murder he had witnessed. He had not strayed far from Alfredo's house when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a thin but deafening voice that made his blood freeze, but he continued to run. "Where are we going?" Asked the voice, which came from a woman with brown

Her mind knew that this was where shit came out and that this was the dirtiest part of a person’s body, but suddenly it didn’t matter to her anymore, the depravity of the act became a massive turn on. “She’s licking my asshole Damon. I can’t believe she’s doing it, but it feels divine,” Bree gushed. As Damon watched, Bree’s pussy kept opening and closing as Julia’s tongue worked over her asshole. Without a warning, Damon stepped up on the bed, and stepped over Bree’s legs facing her pussy. “What are you…” Bree began to ask as he suddenly drove two fingers deep into her clutching pussy, she moaned, “Ohhhhh shhhiitt!”

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

SMUT ENDS HERE!! GET READY FOR THE MAIN STORY Hazel's initial shock gives way to a maelstrom of conflicting emotions as Damon's words wash over her. Part of her recoils at the notion of being claimed, owned, by this monstrous creature. Yet another part, buried deep within, responds to the intensity of his desire, the possessiveness in his touch.

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

He felt huge, filling me completely. “Fuck, Steph. So tight.” He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace. The island creaked under us. My back arched as he pounded into me, one hand gripping my hip, the other tangled in my hair. Every thrust hit deep, sending sparks through me. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed. He leaned down, biting my shoulder lightly. “This is so goddamn wrong. My little stepsister is taking my cock like a slut on the kitchen counter where Mom makes breakfast.”

My eyes were glassy, lost. “Fuck… look at her take it,” one of the men groaned, gripping my hips. “This black slut was born for this position.” The director’s voice cut through the wet chaos again. “Mr. Sinclair says deeper. Make her scream for the job.” They obeyed. The man beneath me slammed up harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every brutal stroke. The one behind me spanked my already sore ass as he drove deeper into my tight hole. The third man shoved his cock back down my throat, fucking my face without mercy.

The two demons were still laughing when the mirror bled pure red. Thick black smoke poured out from the glass like oil, spilling across the bedroom floor. From that darkness, three more figures stepped forward, making it five in total. These weren’t men anymore. They were tall, horned nightmares — curved black horns scraping the ceiling, red eyes burning like coals, muscles rippling under skin that looked scorched. Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops.

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.