Cersex Incest Novels & Stories

Alexander shook his head. “May 20th. So in nearly a month, Ersilia plans to inseminate someone under her control with the sample they took from you.” I shuddered just thinking about it. “I can’t imagine who. We have both Ersilia’s werewolf great-granddaughters in custody. And my cousin has put the fear of her into her coven, so there isn’t a Sabbadin witch alive that would aid her.” Alexander pointed out.

I didn’t know I had been sexting her for a while now, but I knew as soon as I noticed the bracelet she was wearing during dinner on her wrist when she fingered herself on the video call. I had been texting my fiancée's daughter for over two weeks and I had just realized it. I wanted to stop and just end the call but her wet noises from her pussy, her moans and the way she thrusted her fingers into herself had me glued. I hadn’t replied to any of her texts since the call, I had to stay focused on why I was really here I packed my boxes upstairs and heard the argument going on upstairs. She was probably mad at her mom for letting me stay here with them, but I knew Claudia wouldn’t change her m

Ecstasy ripped through me, orgasm clenching around him, but in that peak, the vision slammed home—clear as the cave's glow. Mira's face, younger, holding a swaddled babe—me. 'My daughter,' she whispered to shadows, eyes mad with control. 'I'll hide you, shape you, keep the incest secret. No one claims what's mine.' The truth twisted like a knife: my mother, the betrayer, weaving curses from our blood to bind me forever. I screamed, collapsing forward, the cave spinning as the knot held us locked in fury's embrace.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

Faith wasn't sure how to traverse this new relationship, and so she got online to look up information about incestuous mother-son relationships. She often read erotic stories online and masturbated to some of them, they were usually romantic and passionate. Faith decided to enter a search for mother-son incest on her favorite story site. She was aghast at all the stories that pulled up from her search. There were at least several dozen stories on screen and there were more pages to access too. She only had a few hours before her beloved Chris would be home. She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son.

He was also surprised at how powerful Serena was that her blood was able to banish the black magic. "Did something else happen?", Xavier asked with narrowed eyes. A part of him knew something was off with the way Kendrick kept staring at his sister before she left them. "Well, it's kinda complicated", Kendrick said. He didn't know how to tell Xavier, and he wanted to keep it from Serena till her parents returned from the human realm. "Oh no, don't tell me you guys had sex",Xavier blurted, his eyes widening in disbelief. That had to be it. This lycan bastard had forced himself on Serena.

Diana announced. "Me." They said again. "Long ago, our grandfather Ryan was banished from his town because he and his wife committed incest..." "What is incest mu" Larry asked. "Incest is when you sleep with your sister. It is not acceptable in their town but it is legal here, you understand? No law will put you behind bars for committing incest."

Her breasts were heaving and jiggling with every impact, her pale skin slick with a mixture of sweat and the dark red wine Silas had spilled in his haste to possess her. ​It was a display of pure, unadulterated incestuous hunger. Silas leaned down, his mouth devouring hers with a possessive ferocity that I now realized I had never truly shared, no matter how much they touched me. I was never a partner. I was just the audience. I was the "Asset" they used to spice up their sick, sibling ritual—a toy to be played with when they grew bored of their own reflections.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

“You are clearly blowing things out of proportion right now,” “If you could kiss them in public like that, I wonder what happens behind close doors. And trust me, I can find out.But um… isn’t that incest? You’re a bad bad girl, Serena,” “They are my stepbrothers are not related to me by blood so of course it’s not incest you psycho,” I said through gritted teeth.