Dead By Daylight Nsfw Novels & Stories

Romance is bad enough without doing it beside a display tag that says EASY ASSEMBLY, TWO PERSONS REQUIRED. They burst through the doors into late afternoon light with half the showroom following at a deeply unimpressive but still stressful pace. Eli and Maya hold the entrance long enough for Priya and Tessa to reverse the trucks. Miles shoots crossbow bolts with insane accuracy. Pete throws a lamp at a corpse and hits it in the face. “Was that on the list?” Priya shouts. “Cheerful and not haunted,” Maya yells. “Debatable!” They make it back through the gate at dusk. Trucks loaded. Teams intact.

Sapphire went stiff in my arms as her eyes flicked to the door. I didn’t let go. Rather, I leaned in again, slower this time, brushing my mouth over hers one last time like a threat. “Go ahead,” I whispered. “Scream now, stepmother. Let them hear how much you want your fucking stepson.”

I couldn’t stop replaying it, the sounds of gunfire, the screams, the sickening growls of the infected closing in. I sat at the table, staring blankly at a report I’d been trying to read for the past half hour. The words swam in front of my eyes, refusing to settle into anything coherent. I rubbed my temples, trying to will the tension away, but it was no use. Sleep felt like a distant memory, something I couldn’t afford to indulge in.

“You say that like you think I do. Trust me, fighting is the last thing I want right now. You have no idea how much fighting I’ve done lately. Well, I’ll clue you in. A lot.” Abby lets out a breath, concern flickering over her face. As an ER doctor, she knows how to take charge. She’s not afraid of a challenge, and the gore and violence of life never gets to her. Yet she’s still unable to accept me. “Who are you fighting with?” “It changes daily. But most recently an army of the undead.” “Is that a figure of speech?” she asks slowly. “No. If you want to know more, I’ll gladly tell you, but I know you’d rather get back into your Porsche and drive to your fancy house and pretend like magic and

" I reassured her then proceeded to untangle her hands from around me. I inched slowly forward, praying in my mind to whatever God was available at the moment for divine protection from those evil creatures. As I moved, I started to wonder how they kill? Did they bite? Or worse swallow? I gulped. The fear of being swallowed alive bared down on me and I gripped my neck hard to avoid making choking sounds. As I walked forward, looking straight ahead like a soldier performing a March past I saw from the corner of my eyes that some of them had started moving closer, inching their way towards us like I predator to a prey. I increased my pace, tripping on some people's leg and causing them to stir

He stood in front of her and looked into her glossy eyes. "Hey, its ok. I'll protect you," he whispered in comfort. "But who'll protect my mom?" she blurted out. Damien gave her a confused look so she started to explain, "Last night... I was on my way home then he jumped me, and threatened me saying... first he was going to kill me then he was going for my mother. He gave me that cut to send her a message. "Damien, I don't wanna die and I don't want my mom to die either! Dave is dangerous! You've seen what he's capable of! And I'm scared to be alone. Im scared of leaving my mom alone. Scared he'll find me and torture me and-"

Damien stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me perfectly. The candles around the room flickered faster, as if the air itself was breathing with us. Damien silver eyes glowed brighter in the dim light, almost like moonlight trapped inside them. He didn’t move right away. He just looked down at me, one hand gently brushing hair from my face. “You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The house… it’s alive tonight.” I could only nod. My body felt electric. Every slow pulse of his cock inside me sent ripples of pleasure through my core. It wasn’t just sex. It felt like something older and something hungry.

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

I dug my nails into the table so hard I felt them break against the shiny surface. The sex was hot and rough, dirty and sweaty. Beads of his perspiration fell from his temples and forehead to land on my belly, breasts, and neck. And when he reached out and started rubbing those droplets into my skin, branding me in a primal way, I begged for more like a whore. He tunneled his cock in and out of me. The air sawed in and out of him as he breathed out his nose. Damien looked so vicious right now, primal in his need for me.

I feel Weird I know it's her doing she will pay right along with my father and his god damn goons. I try to fight sleep but it takes me down for the couple of hours I forget the next time I wake I am cold , I need to pee I am a Miller I am not going to dedicate on myself. I scream again hoping one of the goons is outside I need to fucken pee. As much as I scream no one comes.