Novel & Cerita Erotic Castration Story

At that time, some middle-aged politicians with white hair, had well-formed and defined bellies for their age, but even so, they were sexually impotent or erectile dysfunction, everything there could be solved with some help from some succubae and incubi, the magic that was directed to these men, who by scientific means would end up having heart attacks in the middle of the sex session. Even if he forgot the fright he had taken; the fright of giving it to him. Already calmer, with a lot of petroleum jelly, he penetrated my butt. I felt an immense joy in giving him that pleasure, because he well deserved it, because of the great friend he had been for about a year. But that was exactly the po

They cut her off. But Eris didn’t disappear. She found someone new to feed off. Cain. He took her in. Despite everything, despite what he’d promised me. But she never told him she’d caught an STD from her reckless flings at Wolfsbane Academy. And she gave him her disease. In a fit of rage, Cain killed her. Eris—once the darling of the family—died in blood. Dax was left broken. And Cain… imprisoned. I stared at the names in the report, but I felt nothing.

"Should I start my story first or listen first?" "I'll start." Tom told me with a heavy tone. "You need to know what he won't hesitate to do if he wanted it enough." "Then, the stage is yours." He took a deep breath and turned away from me to glance up at the sky as the memory surged through his mind. "Three years ago when we were 14, Eric became the newest renowned ladies' man within the school. Somehow, every female suddenly began really interested in him and he took full advantage of that. One day, he finally experimented on taking blood for pleasure and found the experience exhilarating. But then, the next day, the upper class man – a Moroi no less – remembered nothing of what had happen

‘ you gonna be death of me ʼ eros closed his eyes as he can feel his pants getting tighter with his boner. ‘ how will I be your death if you are gonna eat me, wouldn't it be my death if you ate me ʼ she questioned with frustration as her little brain can't process his complicated words. Eros knew he was losing control over his senses so he pushed her off his laps and stood up. He can’t control himself around her. He need a release yet he don’t want to fuck her. Even through he is no good man but still fucking her will be just like raping her and taking advantage of her innocence. He doesn’t know what has possessed him . Anyways It’s been long time since he had a good fucking session with his

“So, I visited this cafe in Minnesota where she worked as a waitress and there was where I saw her. To be frank, I saw a spark of ambition in her eyes that I once saw in myself. All that stopped her was her family.” “He kept coming to that cafe like a lovesick puppy and made small talks,” I joined in. His brows rose in my direction. Storytelling was my speciality. “I thought he was a freak. A predator. You know how people are.” “Yeah, but she gave into my persuasion, anyway. Things between us were very clean, to my liking.” Some widened their eyes in shock and some in confusion. "No way," the blonde from before commented. "Can you imagine? Eros Castellanos turning into a saint for a woman?"

Reid flipped me onto my back and fucked me with long, deep strokes until he came inside me again. After breakfast he bent me over the desk. He spread my legs and pushed his cock back inside me from behind. He fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass. One hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. I came twice like that, moaning loudly. He finally came deep inside me, holding my hips tight.

"You never spoke to me." Eric let out a quiet laugh. "Because I had no reason to." He paused before continuing. "Then..." "The day your secondary gender manifested..." "Everything changed." Lucas remembered the hospital. The diagnosis. The suppressants. The confusion. Dr. Carter continued. "The moment your Omega scent awakened..." "So did the bond." Lucas slowly pieced everything together. "The restroom..." He looked at Eric. "That was your first rut." Eric nodded once. "I didn't understand what was happening."

Nagur begged hoarse, tears streaking his face, hole spasming greedy around the pistoning invasion, prostate battered to jelly. ‎ "Not yet, slut," Cassian snarled, pinching the other nipple raw, hips snapping vicious, sinful sounds filling the office as he thrust deeper, balls smacking ass. Sweat poured off them, Nagur's moans shattering into sobs, cock leaking rivers but no orgasm granted. Finally, Cassian roared, burying to the hilt and unloading, thick ropes of hot cum flooding Nagur's guts, painting his insides, overflowing to drip down the thighs. He yanked out with a filthy pop, Nagur's wrecked hole gaping red and pulsing, cum bubbling out in creamy rivulets.

Then I put the highlighter down and read it again. My body was to remain exclusive to this arrangement. No outside sexual contact, no exceptions. One exception though. Scheduled appearances at… and here was where my eyes stopped moving for a second — the Cum Cellar. Supervised by him. Consensual third-party contact at his discretion. I sat with that for a long time. The thing I kept waiting to feel was outrage. Disgust. Some version of “who does this man thinks he is” that would give me the clean exit I probably should have taken in his office yesterday when he slid the contract across the desk.

I asked, not quite understanding the issue. “You say that as if we haven’t tried. Trust me, we’ve tried all those things, but he can’t interact with women romantically on…or off camera,” the manager said before closing his eyes like he had just seen a living nightmare. “What do you mean…exactly?” Justin asked suspiciously. “EROS views women as nothing more than something that he can have sex with. He’s never wanted and has never had a romantic relationship with women before. For him, it’s just…physical…sex,” Mark said as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.