Novel & Cerita Eroitic Stories

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

I rocked against their hands desperately, my body betraying how much I fucking loved how they were touching me. Eldric pulled out suddenly and slapped my face with his cock. "Enough, Thorne, take her. I want to see her ride you while she sucks me", he said. Lucien removed his fingers from my needy clit and Thorne withdrew his fingers leaving me aching for his cock. Thorne sat at the edge of the bed leaning against the bedpost with his legs spread. "Come", he said curtly as his hands gripped my waist, dragged me towards him with my back to his chest.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

she faked her smile to me. Aria's fake smile faltered at almost same time, and she looked away, her eyes clouding over. "Let's just say.... it, wasn't what I expected to happen," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, with the sad feeling on her face already. I nodded sympathetically, remembering what she told me. "I can imagine the pain you felt. I've heard stories about the mating ceremonies and the Rejection. How the alpha's instincts take over, and they claim their mates without regard for anything else."

Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence. “Sit on the edge. Legs apart.” Elise perched on the desk, palms flat behind her for balance. She spread her thighs. Her pussy was flushed dark pink, lips swollen, clit peeking from its hood, glistening. A thin string of arousal stretched and broke as she opened wider. Adrian studied her for a long moment—clinical, appreciative. “You were reckless,” he said quietly. “Anyone in the row behind could have seen. Heard.” “I know.” “You didn’t care.”

“We turn every burn into a story.” By the time they reached the Ecuadorian border, the caravan had become something more than a convoy. It was a living lattice, woven from cloth and chalk, rumor and voice. Each city added threads, messy but unbreakable. Eris could seed lies, could burn vans, could drop operatives into circles—but they couldn’t stop people from whispering stories hand to hand.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.