Beastiality Erotica Novels & Stories

“No…” “This too is part of your sin,” he stated, his voice close. “You fantasized about being defiled. Every part.” He applied pressure. The small, vibrating tip pressed against my ass crack. The sensation was strange, intrusive. My body tensed, then a shocking jolt of unexpected pleasure shot through me. He circled the sensitive rim, the vibration teasing nerves I never knew existed. “You want this,” he said, watching my face contort with confused ecstasy. “You crave the corruption.”

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

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.