Deviant Fantasy Novels & Stories

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

Emily. But not the Emily they had lost. She stood in the ritual chamber, vines hanging like curtains around her. Her body was thinner, unnaturally elongated, as if stretched by invisible hands. Her eyes were twin voids, bleeding sap. And behind her… something shifted. Not the forest. Not Halloway’s ghosts. Something older. Something with wings made of bark and bone. Devon hadn’t slept. For the third night in a row, he found his hands raw and bloodied, black dirt under every fingernail. His sketchpad was full again, page after page of impossible things: circles of antlers, spiraling trees with screaming mouths, and a throne made of spines.

with articles and photos of themselves. In one area was a Fantasy posting board. It had pages of computer paper stuck up there in several categories. Each page had a brief— or sometimes really detailed fantasy— and then a person’s name at the bottom. Most of them had either a photo or a phone number as well. It was obvious that if you read a fantasy that really turned you on, these folks were inviting you to drop them a line— perhaps to enact that same fantasy. There were several that only increased the hardness of my cock that was straining against my shorts. And Carrie wasn’t helping matters at all with her bust pressed against my back. She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and

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.

It fell life a fantasy. I knew i had thing for danger since i was eighteen, when i almost ran my dads car over a cliff and felt nothing but freedom. My therapist then called it “risk seeking behavior”, over the years i tried to bury that part of me but Jagger could see through me. He looked at me like he knew every terrible thing inside me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter.

"Fine. If you won't call me back, I'll just post about it. Let everyone know what kind of person you really are. Your choice." My stomach drops. I open I*******m. Brandon posted twenty minutes ago. It's a photo of me. From college. Drunk at a party. Sitting in some random guy's lap. The caption makes me sick. **Since everyone's asking about my "crazy ex" Sloane - here's the truth. She cheated on me repeatedly. This is her with one of the guys. I forgave her every time because I loved her. But she was manipulative, unstable, and honestly dangerous. I hope she gets the help she needs. And I hope @lennoncross knows what he's gotten himself into. #TruthHurts #ToxicEx**

All family relationships in this collection are step, adopted, or chosen family only — zero blood relation. Characters may still call each other “bro,” “sis,” “mommy,” “daddy,” etc., because that’s how they grew up after their parents married. It’s part of the taboo fantasy. Enjoy the filth without worry 😈

she said, voice huskier than she meant. Jake grinned. “Deepest, dirtiest fantasy. No holding back.” She could’ve lied. Could’ve said something tame. Instead the alcohol and the way three pairs of eyes locked on her made the truth spill out before she could stop it. “I want to be filled. Everywhere. At the same time.” Her cheeks burned but she didn’t look away. “Three cocks. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Stretching me until I can’t think. Making me scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.”

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg