Clit Torture Hentai Novels & Stories

His hands wind around my hips, holding me in place and spreading my legs further apart. “That’s it little sprite scream my name.” He says. His tongue slides between my soak folds and wraps around my clit. I have one hand on his head, and the other is buried in the sheets, grasping them for dear life. My head digs itself into the pillow, and my back arches as he sucks my clit into his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue. He is torturing me in the best way. “Fuck yes, Kaden, right there. Oh god fuck.” I scream.

I cried out when his fingertips brushed against my swollen clit. It felt so good to be touched like this. I moaned his name, and his fingers stroked my clit in firm circular motions before he pressed his fingers hard against it. “Ahhh! R…Ahhh…please…” I moaned and begged him for more pleasure. His fingertips pinched and then squeezed my hardened clit until I felt like I was about to climax. My legs felt so weak that I had to grab onto his arms to stay standing. Reiner’s body moved in closer to mine, further trapping me between him and the tree before he buried his face in the side of my neck. He kissed and bit on my neck playfully as his fingers continued to stimulate my clit. I arched my ne

“Come on! Be a good little slut and take all of it in,” “Please I beg you….please….oh fuck,” “Call my name. Moan my name” “Oh fuck….fishy kitty. You’re killing me. I love how you suck my nipples. Oh fuck yess….” I shrieked. The pain was starting to get to me and now, it began to hurt for real. Why is this user doing this to me? Why does she torture me so much? I decided that if she doesn’t end this in the next few seconds, I’m going to take off the clamps. I’m not going to let her kill me.

I growled into her neck, slammed in deeper, hips slapping hard, burying every thick, pulsing inch of cock into her over and over like I was punishing her for existing. “You want to come again?” I hissed, my voice barely human anymore. “You want Daddy to ruin that clit for good?” She couldn’t speak. She just sobbed and nodded and trembled like her body was breaking apart. I reached between us. Found that swollen, soaked little bundle of nerves. And pinched. Hard. Two fingers. Right on her clit. Tight. Ruthless. She screamed. Fucking shattered in my arms again, her whole cunt spasming violently around me, juice pouring out like she was pissing herself.

But instead of granting her relief, Renz brought his fingers to her clit with a faint pinch, anchoring her in her anticipation, as his tongue slowly trailed the full length of her sex, and then even higher, before pausing on the most taboo part of her. Lena immediately squirmed and struggled against her restraints, no longer caring that she'd foolishly agreed to such monstrosity. She tried her hardest to close herself against his tongue, to move a safe distance away from him, but he tightened his grip around her thighs as he sharpened his pinch on her clit, threatening her with a pain even more severe than the humiliation of his tongue moving against her tightest hole.

I felt him flatten it and then he moved it from the bottom up through the center of my pussy finally reaching my clit and pressing against it, hard. He began to lick and suck like he was starving and I had to put a hand against the shower wall now as I remembered it because my legs were shaking so hard I was afraid they’d give out. As if the torture of his tongue against my clit weren’t enough, he slid a finger inside and began to move it in and out as he continued to lick and

Claws pinned my thighs open, bruising, as I bucked wildly. I screamed, body arching, the first orgasm slamming into me like a storm—brutal, blinding. My pussy spasmed, squirting in hot pulses that he lapped up greedily, growling approval. “That’s it, come for me, you filthy slut. Flood my mouth.” But he didn’t stop. Slowed to torture, lazy swirls around my oversensitive clit, building again. His tail snaked up, wrapping my waist, holding me down as I thrashed.

“Fuck, the way you’re rubbing on me… it’s torture. Your heat’s right there, teasing my dick. Keep it up and I won’t be able to stop.” I pressed down firm, circling my clit over his tip through the thin barrier of my panties, the pressure building to a fever pitch that had my thighs quivering and breaths coming in pants. Torture? Try being me, soaked and empty, dying to sink down and let him split me open—his resistance is crumbling, I can feel his fingers twitching like he wants to rip my shorts off himself. “Then don’t stop. Let it happen. Your cock’s ready—feel how it’s twitching for my pussy?”

I liked the torture of waiting until the neediness was excruciating, until my breath was coming in shallow hitches. Finally, I couldn't take it. I licked my fingers, the saltiness hitting my tongue, and slid my hand inside my PJ shorts. I found my clit, which was already swollen and screaming for attention. I started massaging it in slow, heavy circles with my eyes glued to the screen as the girl on the video let out a muffled scream. "Fuck," I whispered into the dark room, my back arching off the mattress. "Chloe, where the hell are you?"