Carnal Knowledge Book Novels & Stories

I only did good for the sake of the people I loved, not for the sake of really being good. Hana still had her mind puzzled with it, and Michael was even helping out by supplying her possible answers. But Karma was contrary with the teaching of the sisters. It was unacceptable in this convent, and that was why they banished the book along with the others possessing worldly knowledge. “Intervention.” I said. The latter was enough reason for me to not fill her with the answer, but still, I gave her one, that was both wrong, and acceptable to the sisters.

He smirked, going through the book. "Please stop opening the pages" I begged him, unable to handle the embarrassment. "You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires Lila, if you want something including my dick in your pussy or titties, anywhere.. just ask me and I'm going to make that happen" I can't handle this conversation and him looking at a sex book in front of me, I reached for the book and flung it away from his hands. He took his sharp gaze to me and I gulped nothing down my throat. I think I might be in trouble again.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

The library echoed with wet sounds and my muffled cries. Cum for me, vessel. Give me everything. I exploded. My whole body shook in the invisible bonds. Squirt sprayed from my stuffed cunt while my ass and throat clenched. The orgasm rolled on and on, feeding the book until it glowed bright gold. When it finally lowered me to the floor, I felt the merge complete. I was still Elara, but I was also the book. Its knowledge, its hunger, its power lived inside me now. I could feel every past reader’s lust like echoes in my blood.

I wanted to feel that incredible cock filling me, ruining me for any other man. Lucian’s pace intensified. The slapping sounds grew louder, more frantic. The redhead was moaning now too, her fingers working furiously on her own breast and the brunette’s clit. The room was a tangle of limbs, of sweat-sheened skin, of animalistic grunts and high-pitched pleas. And then his eyes, dark and full of a carnal knowledge that made my soul shiver, flicked up. They found me in the crack of the door.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

Xermia recognized the cover of the book and he whispered to Thomas and Sigrid. “Are you seeing what I am seeing?” “What is it?” “If I am not mistaken that is the Covenant book!” Thomas interrupted the man’s page flipping, “I know that book! Where did you get it?” “Oh this book, I got it from a far away place called shut up and mind your business!” The man’s arrogance was getting to Thomas, he was an insult away from a complete breakdown. “Oh here we go! Sorry to keep you waiting.” His index finger surfed across the page as he mumbled the words written. He looked up at the ceiling, repeatedly reciting the incarnation in order to cram it.

"Well, am not, but I am mad with the adult that gave you the book. Tell me, did an adult give this to you? I need to know the adult that did this." "I stole it." "You what?" "Am sorry. I know I shouldn't be reading that." "Why do you think you shouldn't be reading it?" "You know, the pictures of naked men and women joined but sitting up, their legs splayed like two crabs, their hands holding on to each other's shoulders. Or looking at a woman on top of a man, stretched along his length, their bodies clasped together over their heads." "I can see that the image is still clear in your head. You wanted to read it to see couples having sex, am I right?"