Beastiality Erotica Novels & Stories

Right? "State your business, what exactly do you want?" Father stepped up like the alpha he was. "We have a wedding to return to." He took short strides till he got up in Father's face, tsking and being sinister. He really earned his title as The Hideous Beast of the West judging from the multiple scars on his chin. I wasn't too sure about the hideous part but he was definitely a ruthless monster.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

The water turns brown and then pink underneath me. Don't look at the blood, don't look at the blood... Red, there is a pool of red underneath me, blood spilling from his fresh wound... Not fresh. Not his. Mine, it is only my blood. My head spins, the floor sways. Not being able to stand in the stall anymore, I rip disgusting wet clothes off of me, grab the towel and dry myself as fast as I can. Breathe, Eira.

My mouth goes from her neck to her right nipple. "Ah Damian.” She moans. I laid her on the bed and flipped her sideways kissing her stomach, her back and finally both of her glorious ass cheeks. I sat there worshipping her ass for a couple mins until my nose found its way to her little bud. I flipped her onto her back and slipped her panties off to expose her in all her naked glory. Ember is seriously hot and very sexy! My cock is very hard and twitching to get into her! I spread her legs to sniff her sex, arousal and desperation within it. I lick her clit, making her hips rise towards me. I plunge my tongue inside making her moan and groan in the sexiest ways ever. As I licked, twirled and

After that, I'm not sure what to do. "The Beast Oracle is only a legend...Not a real being...right," she whispers, and I growl as the disrespectful term leaves her beautiful lips. Hurt and betrayal whip through my mind. My mate is just like all of them. We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts.

She bucked against the bed, up and down, due to the movement of his hips smacking against her. He became brutal, dominating. He slid his hand between her cleavage, down to her throat, and held her there, completely arched, bent backward for him. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her relentlessly. Their movements became a sizzling, erotic dance of lust and desire that neither could control. He watched the sight before him: her smooth, glistening skin, her alluring, pointed breasts bouncing relentlessly as he moved brutally against her. God, it was so beautiful, he wanted more. It twisted his brain, making him uncontrollable.

He flips me onto my stomach, grabs my hips, and fucks into me from behind, one hand wrapped in my hair. “You want to be destroyed, Zariah?” “Yes, Daddy—” “Then take it.” He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He fucks me until I’m sobbing, drooling into the pillow, my legs shaking. Until my skin’s red and raw and used. Until I don’t know where I end and he begins. And when he cums—deep inside me this time—it’s not a moan he lets out. It’s a fucking growl. Like an animal marking territory.

he asked, more like a growl. “Yes! God, yes!” I gasped, my hands clawing at his back. He leaned down and spat on my face, the shock of it making me moan louder. “Bad girl,” he chucked, his thrusts brutal and each one pushing me closer to my climax. “Take it all.” Toni was still there, her hands roaming over Alec’s back, then mine, her fingers brushing my breasts. “Jesus, Tazz, this is so fucking sexy,” she drooled, her voice thick with arousal. “He’s wrecking you.”

I used the one tool I had to lure her here: her curiosity and that damn serial killer discussion group I infiltrated. I leaned in close to her and whispered, “There’s no escape. Once we’re alone, you’re mine.” * * * Her scream came out as a hiss of air, and I couldn’t resist adding to her suffering. To see the arrogance in her eyes, for all the times she laughed and put me down, to be outweighed by the power I now held over her. “Relax. This is your secret fantasy... a kidnapping Jeffery Dahmer style.” The effect I had wanted showed in the widening of her eyes, but she slumped down in the seat, unable to get her arms and legs to work. Payback was bliss.