Eritic Short Stories Novels & Stories

She was sobbing uncontrollably. Joshua rapidly approached her, and she couldn't stop him this time. He gently wrapped his arms around her. "Is this how you see me? A bitch? A slut? A low-class woman? Damn you, Joshua." She sobs as Joshua hugs her firmly and apologizes repeatedly. "It's your fault. Y-you don't pay attention to me anymore. Y-you don't care about me. You don't want me anymore," Danica sobbed. "Damn you, Joshua Dela Cruz, damn you!"

“One more time before he notices.” “Ethan, he’s right downstairs—” He cut me off, sliding inside me slowly. His eyes stayed locked on mine. “Then be quiet, baby.” I bit down on his shoulder as he moved, slow and deep. My sore body lit up with every thrust. His hand slipped between us, fingers rubbing me until my legs started shaking. We came together in silence, mouths pressed hard together so nothing could escape. After, he kissed me long and soft. “This isn’t ending, Zarah. Not today. Not ever, please don't say no."

It was one of the best foolish decisions that I have ever made. The thing about Helen Eriksen was that she was utterly beautiful. This was the problem with fighting her; it was also the reason that when you lost to her, you didn’t mind. She was about six inches shorter than I, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. She had a sweet, angular face and looked damn-near otherworldly when she smiled. Over the last few months she and I had become close, more as friends than as lovers, and I in my ignorance of future events had no real reason, to start with, to think that was ever going to change.

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My voice was bolder than I felt. Elias finally turned. He dropped the eraser on the ledge, a small cloud of white dust settling around his polished shoes. He looked at me, his dark eyes scanning my face before dropping down to my throat, then my chest, then back up. He didn't have his teacher's face on anymore. He looked hungry.

I said gesturing to the chair she was sitting on earlier before she decided she wanted to cling to my side. "Alright then, let's see who comes begging at last." She smirked, walking away from me. I didn't quite understand her words but I didn't push either. We continued discussing business and that was when I finally understood what she meant. It started with my skin itching as if they were termites biting on my skin. I glanced down at my hand but there was nothing there. I watched as Elena's smirk got wider. I cleared my throat and we continued. I was starting to gasp, my heart was racing in my chest.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

My knees bent open instinctively, body begging even while my brain screamed no. “Look at you,” Zerith said, grinning, his horns framed against the dark stone as he loomed over me. “Already stretched, already leaking, and you still want more.” “I—I don’t—” “Liar.” He lined up again and pushed into me in one brutal thrust. My head snapped back, a cry tearing from my throat as he pinned me down, claws pressing into the dirt by my shoulders. This position was worse — deeper, fuller, every stroke hitting a place that had me gasping and writhing. He bent down, biting at my throat, grunting into my skin as he fucked me into the ground.

In case you have not seen it yet, Eric's story is called Rejecting the Prince's Mate. It is part-way finished and proving to have lots of ups and downs, as you would expect ;) Hope you enjoy the story as much as I am enjoying writing it. Here is a brief summary of the story