Castration Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

I stroked my cock harder, the sight of his shaft stretching her pink folds making me leak pre-cum all over my hand. "That's it, baby," I whispered filthy praises, my voice hoarse with need. "Take that big black cock—let him fill you up while I watch. Scream for me, Jess. Beg him to breed your married cunt." Jessica's eyes locked on mine, that exhibitionist fire burning bright as she rode him harder, flipping on top to grind her clit against his base. Her cunt gripped his shaft like a vice, juices squirting out with every bounce, soaking his balls.

I was buried to the hollowness, her walls clamping down on me, creating a suction that was almost painful in its intensity. The restroom was a whirlwind of heat and scent. I watched Sarah, her legs hooked over my arms as I pumped in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Every time I pulled back, her inner walls clenched greedily around me, desperate to keep me inside. The sight of her flushed skin, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, was intoxicating. I leaned down to capture her mouth, swallowing her moans, ensuring no sound escaped her lips.

“Please, I need to come.” “Not yet,” he said, his voice a low, sadistic tease. He then knelt between my legs and his mouth found my clit. He sucked and licked, his tongue working in a relentless, devastating rhythm, while the vibrators continued their torment on my nipples. The dual stimulation was too much. I was going to explode. “Please, Caine, I can’t… I’m going to come…” I sobbed. “No,” he said, his voice firm. He pulled away, leaving me a writhing, frustrated mess. He then untied me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up and entered me from behind, his thick cock stretching me, filling me completely.

Another cock filled her mouth right after. They put her on her back again. Two men sucked on her nipples while a third fucked her pussy. Fingers rubbed her clit fast. Calista came once more. Her whole body trembled. Ronan took the final turn in her pussy. He fucked her slow and deep. His eyes locked on hers. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes,” Calista gasped. “Don’t stop.” He came deep inside her. Hot cum flooded her pussy. The last loads mixed with all the others. Calista lay there breathing hard. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass. It covered her face and chest. She smiled up at the men.

I squirmed, widening my legs even more as he immediately dipped one long, straight finger right into my wet pussy. I hissed in pleasure. He pulled the hand out and lifted his head, his gaze holding mine as he carried the finger to his lips and licked it clean. The sight was so incredibly erotic, I was afraid I was going to cum right then and there. I made an animal sound of arousal deep in my throat; low and guttural and decidedly unfeminine. Calix laughed, “Yes that’s right. I want that wild girl; unrestrained.”

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the small office, obscene and loud. Caleb’s cock bounced against his abs with every thrust, leaking steadily now. Elias wrapped a hand around it, stroking in time. “You like that?” Elias panted. “Like your professor’s cock splitting you open?” “Yes—fuck—yes—” “Gonna come for me? Gonna come all over yourself while I breed this tight little hole?” Caleb sobbed. “Please—gonna—can’t—” Elias angled harder, hammering that spot. Caleb’s body seized—back bowing, thighs clamping around Elias’s waist. Come spurted across his chest in thick ropes, painting his pecs and collarbone. His hole clenched rhythmically around Elias’s cock.

Her nails, trapped against the wall, scratch against the paint, leaving faint, desperate marks. He fucks her like she’s a sin he’s confessing through flesh. Each thrust is an act of violent absolution, a purging of the twisted desires that have consumed him. He pours his rage, his obsession, his desperate craving into her, making her body bear the weight of his torment. He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission.

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV I cry out, my body bouncing on the high stool while he fucks me brutally, his hips snapping forward, his cock stretching me wider than Derek's.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.