Best Eunuch Stories Novels & Stories

“They are criminals who got it as a punishment and then became the lowest of servants but depending on their good behavior they can be promoted and if they accumulated a lot of merits they can get to visit the oldest potion maker in the kingdom to get back their thing.” “Oh,” she nodded in understanding. “So what did you do then?” “I wanted to hide behind the curtain but I slipped and fell. He rushed over to help me but I kept covering my crotch. I begged him not to make me a eunuch that I’ll be a very good boy.” At this point Lavana laughed. “Good boy? You turned out to be opposite.” “Well…he told me that the changes were normal and nothing to be ashamed off and had to reassure me lots of t

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Seeing that Yin Renshu is still doubting him, he added, "I know that you do not fully trust me but I want to help this old acquaintance of mine to rest in peace." The emperor thinks for a while before he speaks, "Does this acquaintance of yours got buried with his body incomplete? It's said that if a eunuch dies and got buried without his shaft, he will haunt men and cut theirs as well. He won't stop this act until he finds his. Perhaps this is the case?" The man immediately answered, "The learned sir isn't wrong about dead eunuchs searching for their detached manhood. However, good sir, the detached part of him got buried with him. I know that because I was there at his funeral."

Sold to the highest bidder Nomia pov “Eunuchs first” Manfred announces as he enters the room, a new happy skip to his step. He looks up and down the rows of people like so much spoiled goods. “Then anal virgins, then vaginal virgins. Nomia last. She’s the only double.” Two men with sticks enter the room, unchain the first eunuch they come to and lead him beyond the doors, into what I can only assume is the main auction hall. One by one, the eunuchs disappear.

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The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio