Beastiality Erotica Novels & Stories

“All my life, I have never been touched by a man. I’ve remained clean and chaste” – Ava Goodchild … I remembered last night. The beast’s torturous hands in between my legs. How he worked his hands gradually, into my vulva. Making me gasp in pleasure. “Little Ava…” His hands vigorously rubbing on my clit, taking about two hands in. After a while, they became sleek from the juices that flowed out. With a burning sensation, in between my legs.

Kayla was in pain, but her pleasure built and overcame the pain, drawing her to yet another peak. The orgasm was the most violent moment for a dom-hybrid beast that hadn't mated for long. The intense, uncontrolled, and ineluctable peak of pleasure triggered a strong reaction from the beast. The beast would struggle to come forward and take control. The impulse to transform would tend to overcome him. Anthony couldn't afford to let her see the beast. He could not let his claws dig into her thighs.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

“Yes! Fill Mommy’s womb again. Get me pregnant with your hot seed. I want to carry your baby while Jake has no idea what his friend has been doing to me.” Her filthy breeding talk ignited something primal in me. I fucked her even harder, the wet slapping sounds filling the enclosure. I slid two fingers into her mouth, letting her suck them sloppy and wet, then pressed one thick finger against her tight asshole. I circled it slowly while still hammering her pussy with long, powerful strokes. Elena gasped. “Put it in, baby. Finger Mommy’s ass while you stretch my cunt. I need it all.” I pushed my finger knuckle-deep inside her. She clenched hard around both my cock and finger. I pumped the fin

I dug my nails into the table so hard I felt them break against the shiny surface. The sex was hot and rough, dirty and sweaty. Beads of his perspiration fell from his temples and forehead to land on my belly, breasts, and neck. And when he reached out and started rubbing those droplets into my skin, branding me in a primal way, I begged for more like a whore. He tunneled his cock in and out of me. The air sawed in and out of him as he breathed out his nose. Damien looked so vicious right now, primal in his need for me.

I moaned softly. The claps made by the collision of our body became louder as he went harder, stretching my pussy even more. He turned me over, looking into my eyes. I looked at his well chiseled godlike abs and down to his cock. I pulled it gently and put it into my pussy. He stroked me fast and hard with speed like he never used. My eyes rolled, till he brought out his dick and poured cum on my belly. I was full of satisfaction, savoring this delight pleasure.

I moaned, biting down on my lip when his fingers slid over my folds—slow, taunting, sinful. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," I whispered, pressing my hips into his touch. "I needed..." "You needed me to make you come," he finished for me, his voice dark and breathless. "You needed to sin again." And I did. God help me—I did. "Be a good girl," he murmured. "And on your knees." My hands trembled slightly as I steadied myself, head bowed, breath uneven. I could hear the faint hum of prayer from the main hall, voices rising in unity, unaware of the blasphemy happening behind the booth.

He laughed like an insane creature. "Fuck you, Emma, you walk around acting all innocent with an ass like that and those curves. Your heat is nearing and I intend to take full advantage of your rising desires. You'll be crying out my name wanting me to satisfy your burning itch," he said sincerely and I gagged on his words and tears that were streaming down my face. When my skin started to feel like needles were piercing it I barely registered. Brian dropped me to the floor of some room where he locked the door behind himself. I was curled on the concrete floor watching him unbutton his shirt. His body was scarred and oddly muscular. I winced as my body convulsed and I felt my bones snapping

It was coated in thick white cream. She looked over at Daniel, whose pants were visibly wet at the front from pre-cum. “Next time,” she told him, voice husky, “maybe you’ll get to feel how hot and tight she is… but only if you’re a good boy and keep our secret.” I lay there panting, legs still spread, pussy gaping and twitching, staring at Daniel while my mind spun with shame… and pure, filthy excitement. 🍆🍆 My hands were shaking as Beatrice locked the door again three nights later.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.