Breast Feeding Erotica

WARNING: This story features hardcore taboo, graphic content, age-gap erotica, irresistible steam and mature subject matter suitable for readers 18 years and older. Reader discretion is advised. ****************** “What happens when a girl in black-and-white sacred garment gets tainted with forbidden colors of sin? When the pure angel falls, not into darkness—but into desire? Sister Celeste Williams, an innocent orphan of st. Augustine cathedral. Devoted to her faith, she’s the epitome of purity, discipline, and unwavering devotion. A life of prayer and service is all she has ever known, her heart untouched by temptation or worldly desires—until him. Christian Adam, the irresistibly Sex God mafia Don was everything she swore to resist—powerful, ruthless and dangerously tempting. With his piercing gaze that burns through her resolve and a touch that makes her question her vows, he became her greatest sin… and her deepest craving. He fell first, but she fell harder—straight into a love so sinful it feels like salvation. Now, torn between her faith and a forbidden desire; Celeste must face the ultimate decision: forever devote and remain a saint… or surrender to the devil in tailored-suit who owns her soul.

A life of wickedness and uncertainty. Born to enjoy peace but get the bitter version of what she hoped for now reborn for revenge.  After her first life was unfair to her, Lyra gets another chance to do it all over. Betrayed by her husband and best friend, even her unborn child wasn't saved, dying inside her mother. And now Lyra  has the chance to fix it all by getting revenge. In her last life, she had trusted the wrong person. She even went against her whole family and believed the false information that her 'best friend' had been feeding her, just to be with this one person she loved. This time, Lyra vows to do it better. To get her revenge on her husband and her best friend. She won't make the mistake of falling in love ever again. What happens when she catches the attention of the famous ruthless lycan king? What happens when their paths become intertwined in such a way that she can't undo it? Can she still stand firm and have her revenge? Or when the secrets rear up their ugly heads, will she be able to survive?

“Hey, little rogue. You belong to me. You can never escape from me.” His voice was solid and fearful as I stared at him with intense hatred “I’d rather die than let you have me. To hell with you!” I spat at his face, my chest fuming with anger “I was planning to take you to heaven but if you prefer hell, then so be it.” his hoarse voice roamed my neck and before I could blink, my left breast was in his huge palm He crushed it painfully as he locked his gaze with me. I winced in pain but refused to fall for his cheap, pleasurable tricks. “Everything, everything about you is mine. You can never die without my permission. I will make you submit to my authority,” he declared with a rougher voice and claimed my right breast in his mouth My body betrayed me. A slight gasp escaped my throat as his wet tongue coated my nipple. It was insanely good. The mix of pleasure and hatred were too much for my body to handle, I had to let go of one for the other. Pleasure! My body chose that as I shamelessly moaned in his tight grip. He was sucking hard on the breast in his mouth as he fondled the other. “Shit!” I found myself spitting out as he stopped abruptly His eyes were red with pleasure as he stared at me. “Let’s stop here for today, little rogue. We shall continue another time” I couldn’t believe my ears. I watched the enemy that killed my entire family walk out of the door without being able to do anything but the most terrible thing was that I enjoyed his pleasure. “Damn you, Aria!” I cursed myself as I broke into tears.

Lovers of dark romance/Mafia Erotica gather here! 🔞 Allison is a 21-year-old girl whose father abandoned their family years ago, leaving her to shoulder the burden of caring for her sick mother and twin siblings. She works multiple manual jobs, including as a cleaner at one of the city's most luxurious hotels, determined to make ends meet for her family. Her life takes an unexpected turn on a fateful day when she crosses paths with Clyde Butch. Clyde, a mysterious and powerful man, is in the city for business and staying at the hotel where Allison works. While cleaning his suite, Allison, sweaty and exhausted, decides to cool off in his bathtub, thinking no one would catch her. But Clyde does. Instead of anger, her bold yet innocent actions intrigue him. Seeing an opportunity, Clyde manipulates the situation to draw her into his life. He hides his true identity and makes her fall for him. But as Allison is swept into Clyde's dangerous world of bloodshed, gangs, and crime, she faces a harsh reality. Can she survive in his world of secrets and violence? Or will it break her completely?

Iris moves to the small town of Thornwick after inheriting her eccentric grandmother's property, including a sprawling greenhouse filled with rare and seemingly impossible plant varieties. When she touches the plants, she begins hearing whispers - the flowers are trying to tell her something urgent. The town's mysterious benefactor, Damien, appears at her door claiming her grandmother promised him access to the greenhouse. He's desperate because the plants in his hidden garden - which have sustained his humanity for centuries by feeding on moonlight instead of blood - are withering. Only someone with Iris's rare gift can save them. As Iris learns to interpret the flowers' messages, she discovers they're warning about an ancient curse. Damien's maker, the vampire Evangeline, cursed the garden out of jealousy when Damien chose botanical sustenance over embracing his dark nature. The curse will kill both the plants and Damien unless it's broken by the summer solstice. Working together in moonlit gardens, Iris and Damien develop feelings for each other. But the flowers reveal a devastating truth: breaking the curse requires a life force exchange. Iris must choose between her mortality and saving the man she's falling for, while Damien must decide if he can ask her to make such a sacrifice. The climax involves a confrontation with Evangeline in the original cursed garden, where Iris's connection with the plants becomes the key to not just breaking the curse, but transforming it into something that protects rather than destroys.

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Contains explicit sexual content, consensual power dynamics, manipulation, dominance/submission themes, obsession, emotional degradation, and morally gray characters. 18+ only. Reader discretion is advised. My Reluctant Plaything is a raw, intoxicating collection of gay erotica where lust blurs the lines between love and control. Every story is a clash of dominance and resistance of men who crave power and those who refuse to kneel... until they do. From ruthless mafia heirs and calculating professors to damaged billionaires and possessive strangers, these stories dive deep into forbidden desires, reluctant submission, and the thrilling high of surrendering to the one man you shouldn't want. It’s not about romance. It’s about obsession. They said no. But their bodies said everything else.

[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK] She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him. But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain. (EXTRACT) Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased. "Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control. Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one." "Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely. "It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though." Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate. Heather: "...." Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."

Note: This is a super erotic +18 pages of her diary. Read at your own risk. When the thunder rolls and the lights flicker, Lexi writes, and nothing is off limits. Trapped between the walls of a religious household and the firestorm inside her own body, Lexi is a quiet 21-year-old woman with a loud, unfiltered diary. Orphaned at twelve and raised by her aunt and pastor uncle in a small Georgia town, Lexi lives in the shadows — but her fantasies, frustrations, and forbidden desires fill every page of her private journal. Naked Pages: The Diary of Lexi is a confessional coming-of-age erotica told from the perspective of a young woman exploring her sexuality in secret. From heartbreak and betrayal to late-night cravings, self-discovery, and unexpected temptation, Lexi’s journey is messy, raw, and deeply honest. She’s not searching for love — she’s chasing something real: connection, pleasure, and control over her own story. As she transitions into a new life in Atlanta, surrounded by new people and new dangers, Lexi’s entries grow even bolder. And every chapter she writes pulls us deeper into her unfiltered world — full of heat, heartbreak, and hard truths. This is more than just her diary. It’s her freedom.

“I can feel your fear. Your heat. The way your sweet little cunt clenches before I even touch it. You’re not afraid of the beast, Kaerith… You’re starving for him.” He forces her legs wide, claws digging into her hips, pinning her down like prey. The head of his cock—thick, ridged, inhuman—presses against her dripping entrance, teasing her folds, soaking in her slick. “Now spread wider,” he hisses. “And let the beast feed.” — Kaerith—an omega, daughter of the last great Lycan Alpha—was born with the rarest curse of all. She was meant to be ransomed, not enslaved. Now, she’s chained inside Murnokh—a kingdom made of bone and nightmare. A slave. A plaything. A feeding source for Gorvane. Gorvane doesn’t make love. He fucks angrily. He devours. And no one survives it. King Gorvane, a Dreadborn, of the Kingdom of Murnokh, who died as a result of betrayal, rose from a battlefield soaked in centuries of rage. And now, he owns her. He touches her thoughts. Her fear. Her pain. Her buried rage. And he drinks it. But something in Kaerith cracks his hunger. It weakens him. It entices him. And when he finally takes her, it’s not just to feed—it’s to claim. She was never meant to survive his touch. Now, she’s the only thing keeping him sane. He doesn’t understand her softness. Her silence. Her refusal to scream. He’s built to feed on the wreckage of the human heart. But she is making him forget how to starve, how to rage, how to hate. Real love is poison to his kind. Their love is forbidden and if she discovers his True Name—the very grief that birthed him—she will have the power to destroy him… Or to set him free.

‎ ‎He was born in blood, forged in betrayal, and crowned in darkness. She was broken, discarded, and ready to disappear. But when Kane Salvatore, the demon of Beltforte Dominia, drags Castelle Quinn back from the edge, their collision sparks a war. In his arms, she finds her prayers answered—brutal salvation. At her side, he finds freedom from his curse—the peace his demons never let him taste. For Castelle her heart craves darkness, and the demon—Kane— tastes like salvation. ‎Together, they will burn the world that tried to destroy them — and rise from the ashes, king and queen of ruin. ‎ ‎The only woman he has ever craved to own and possess. The Queen of his heart that satisfies his every need. ‎ ‎"Beautiful," he murmurs. The sight of her—bent over, wrists tied, ass raised, trembling—was a masterpiece.  ‎ ‎He nudges her legs further apart, admiring the way she opens for him. She's on full display—raw, submissive, exquisite. He pinched her inner thighs, watching her squirm, feeding on her whimpers.  ‎ ‎Then, he strikes.  ‎A sharp slap directly to her swollen clit making her scream. The sound alone could make him cum.  ‎ ‎He chuckles darkly. It unsettles her—and that’s exactly the point.  ‎He grabbed the flogger, trailing its strands over her back, down to her legs. With a swift motion, I bring it down hard. The crack fills the room. Her body jolts, red lines blossoming instantly on her skin.  ‎ ‎Again on her ass. Again on her clit.  ‎She shatters.