Dark Reverse Harem Books Novelas e Histórias

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

He reached down and gripped a fistful of Elias’s soft dark hair, tilting his head back. “Take it out.” Elias’s fingers trembled as he reached up and unbuckled Damien’s belt. The metallic sound felt deafening. He pulled the zipper down and freed Damien’s thick, heavy cock. It was already hard, flushed dark, and intimidatingly big up close. The head glistened with precum. Damien didn’t wait. He gripped Elias’s hair tighter and pushed forward, rubbing the head of his cock across Elias’s parted lips, smearing precum over them.

Jesusfuckingchrist. I've seen him naked from seventy feets away but it's not like he was hard when I was peeping at him. He is now. Damien is huge. Thick, swollen, gorgeous, lined with green veins, beautiful, ‘how’s that going to fit in me’ type of huge. I dare not compare his cock with Hector's. It will be like I'm shaming him. I gulp as my eyes meet his. I feel blood rushing to my head when my gaze lands on his cocky smirk, reminding me of why I hated the fucking man. I force myself to scowl at him, hiding the fact that I'd given him the satisfaction of seeing me drool over his beautiful cock.

Dante didn’t waste a second of time; his thumb brushed my clit three times in quick hard circles and then he curled his fingers back around and plunged two into my wet channel as far as they would go. Biting my lip hard I fought the urge to cry out because god that felt good. Better than good. It felt amazing. Or maybe I wanted this just the way it was. Quiet, secret. A silent fuck you to the patriarchy of families like these. “You feel-“ Dantes words were cut off and his head snapped around as a man lumbered toward. “Ritches.” He nodded his head politely and then froze. His eyes scanned the scene in front of him and he rolled his lips together, his eyebrows raised.

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

Kamilla’s POV The sharp creak of the kitchen door hinges sliced through the heavy air like a knife, pulling me back from the haze of ecstasy that still clung to my skin. My heart hammered in my chest as I fumbled with the hem of my skirt, yanking it down over my thighs slick with sweat and the remnants of our forbidden release. Mr. Alfred was quicker, his strong hands already buttoning his shirt, but the room betrayed us, the musky scent of sex hung thick, mingling with the aroma of spilled coffee grounds from the broken cup shattered on the tile floor.

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.