Beastiality Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.

Every nerve was lit. “Touch yourself,” Sasha gasped, her eyes opening to stare down at Abegail. “While he fucks you, rub that little clit. Make yourself come for us.” Abegail’s hand, trembling, moved between her own legs. She found her swollen clit, slick and throbbing. Her fingers circled it, the pressure exquisite against the deep pounding of Leo’s cock. The sensations merged—the internal stretch, the external friction. Her moans became constant, a low, desperate hum.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Even a good dog will bite if he is bullied, not to mention the wolf in him. He pressed his shame and retaliated by coming up to Letitia's ear and lowering his voice: "Baby, let me in ......" The pussy that encased his sex contracted and twisted tightly at once, and the canal seemed to secrete more water, which kept flowing out from the connection, leaving a slippery wetness between her legs. The omega's reaction in an erotic affair was ever so honest and unconcealed. "That's not even close to - mmm!" Letitia had barely finished her sentence when the sexual organ inside her suddenly broke dominantly through the genital cavity inside her womb, invading a tip, and her body instantly shuddered h

His gaze dragged down my body like a physical touch over my tits, my waist, the bare lips of my pussy already swollen and glistening for him. I walked forward slowly, hips rolling, until I was at the edge of the bed. “Amira,” he warned again, rougher, trying to sit up. “We can’t, you’re my best friend’s little girl. This is wrong.” But his eyes were glued to my cunt, and his cock jerked in his fist like it was begging.

His eyes broaden by my lewd action, it is a sign of confirmation he was seeking for which I readily gave to him. The beast suffers the reigns of control as it slips and falls from his claws as he brutally pinches and kneads my tit. He is not gentle with me in any way his need to immorally devour prominently exhibited to me. There is an excessive sexual tension that sparks to life between us. My soggy cunt discharges fresh spurts of thick fluid as it tantalizingly glides down my inner thighs to my ankles to lure my male into my sinful den.

he said, voice perfectly casual, “what does Bataille mean when he says the sacred is only possible through profanation?” The room went quiet. Every eye turned to her. Ivy swallowed. The plug shifted as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. She felt the trickle of wetness slide further down her thigh. “It… it means that true ecstasy comes from breaking taboos,” she managed, voice trembling. “From defiling what is supposed to be untouchable.” Gabriel’s smile was slow, approving—and terrifying in its intimacy.

Maybe I was just imagining stuff because I was panicking. A group of people walked in on us with a very tall man leading them. Behind him were a number of at least five people with two females. I have never seen females this attractive before. They were all so tall and slender. Their features were sharp and charming and they had these fantastic bodies. Even the men were ripped and tall but they weren’t as bulked up as Zeke.