Ebony Taboo Novels & Stories

Nwakali said while moving his hands in an amusing way. “I have always said this thing quite a number of times, but only a few people understands. When a child begins to play with fire, and no one tells him to stop, the child will continue playing with the fire until the fire consumes him or her," Nwakali stopped. He waited until the crowd shouted in approval before he proceeded. “A taboo has been committed in our land and the sad thing...” He stopped again to see the reaction on the people’s faces. They were shocked and waiting eagerly to hear the name of the culprit who had defied their gods.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.

“I’m going to come so hard inside this pussy, baby girl. Daddy is going to fill you with his seed.” She shook her head and I could feel her protest, but it was too late for the both of us. That dildo stretching her ass, my cock ramming deep in her soaked hot cunt, I was doing her bare, fucking her raw; nothing between us. Skin to skin, I was about to come inside my daughter’s pussy, and nothing could stop me. She was screaming and coming and I was right behind her. The pressure of her sweet hot sex, the first fuck of a virginal hot pussy, and the taboo... the raw dirtiness of what I was doing to her. Hard and fast I jack hammered my dick into her rippling cunt her inner muscles gripping me o

“Please. I’ve been obsessed with my glass dildo lately. I get it ice-cold from the fridge, lie back, spread my legs wide and slide it in slow. The chill plus the pressure on my g-spot? Lethal. I don’t even touch my clit half the time and I still come screaming. Solo sex is elite. No awkward rhythm, no guessing games…just pure, selfish pleasure.” They both turned to me, grinning expectantly. We were arranging stuff for me and Caleb's usual romantic night. He's finally home from his three day journey to his mom. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, but I smiled anyway, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You two are ridiculous.” “No dodging,” Jasmine sang. “Come on, Lena. When’s the last time y

And here I was, hiding the most intense connection of my life right beside my father. The conversation moved on, but the tension in my body only grew. Marcus’s hand disappeared beneath the table. A moment later, his fingers brushed my bare knee where my sundress had ridden up. I froze, every nerve ending lighting up. He traced slow, lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass, hidden by the long tablecloth. My pulse thundered in my ears. When his fingertips reached the soft skin of my inner thigh, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. Heat pooled low in my belly. I was already soaked, embarrassingly so. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the thin fabric o

I gripped my champagne flute so hard I thought it might shatter. “Everything okay, Elena?” Isabella asked sweetly from across the table. “You look a little flushed.” Mr. Blackwood curled his fingers inside me, pressing against that sensitive spot. “She’s probably just tired from all the planning. Elena’s been working so hard for us.” His thumb brushed my swollen clit. I forced a smile. “Yes, just a little warm in here.” He kept fingering me slowly under the table the entire dinner, pushing his earlier load deeper while his fiancée sat less than six feet away. By dessert, I was shaking, leaking down my thighs, and dangerously close to coming again.

Intimidate when he would back her into a corner and stare down at her with carnal hunger in his eyes and assure her when he would hold her against his chest and chase away all her nightmares. Sabrina had decided to do something for him. Something that will make him happy. Sabrina told Kyra that she wanted to ink her body. Kyra's expression was exactly what she had expected. Her eyes turned round with astonishment. Understandbly so, Sabrina was a woman of noble birth. And nobelwomen were strictly prohibited from tainting their skin with ink. It wasn't a standard but a law. She can even be executed for her audacity. But isn't love all about breaking rules. She was just following the norms.

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidating.