Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

Callista cried out as her climax hit. My attention diverted momentarily to gaze upon the lustful sight of Dimitri's release, which was captivating. Hands seized my hips as Eric began to buck wildly beneath me. "Ugh!" I heaved forward. My hands pressed to his pecs, "Eric!" He thrashed below me, followed by a familiar tremble within me. He came. I veered down to gaze upon the mess I had created. The sweat shining off his chest from the moonlight shining through the French doors exposed him to the night. His red cheeks, messy hair, and disheveled eyes told me it was worth it. Look at him. He's like a puppy.

Now, I seriously wonder if when I bear these new pups if he isn’t planning on replacing me and throwing me out like the garbage. Dropping my head to my hands, I cry for my dead pups. Then I cry for the ones inside me and for the love that has been lost. The tears fall heavily and slide down my cheeks before puddling on the floor between my legs. After a while, I find the strength to get up and when I reach the bedroom, I see that Eric is gone. His phone lay on the bedstand, and something tells me to pick it up. When I do, I wish I hadn’t, because the minute I set my eyes on it, I press the button and it lights up with naked pictures of all kinds of women and him doing unspeakable things.

Eric tried as hard as he could to ignore his plea to be taken, he couldn't wait to be buried balls deep inside of him but he needed to make this time as special for his lover as he possibly could. He slowly moved his finger in and out, and with each gentle thrust, he heard Snow cry and more dirty words falling out of his mouth driving Eric crazy. Remembering the baby oil in the bathroom, he slowly pulled his finger out and went into the bathroom to grab the oil. Returning into the room, Snow was now lying on his stomach, eyes shut tight, tears spilling from his closed lids, and breathing heavy. Eric went back to work, pouring enough oil onto his fingers and coating his raging hardness in it.

I snapped, trying to hit a nerve. His laugh was low, unbothered. “I know exactly what you’re trying to do, Zarah. It’s not going to work.” He slid back inside me, keeping just enough distance to deny me the release I craved, hitting every part of me except the one that would send me over the edge. My nails scraped the window, frustration building, pressure coiling inside me. “Say it. Beg me to let you cum,” he rasped, his voice a growl, and the sound of our skin meeting filled the room, the scent of us thick in the air.

The people outside must have heard the noise inside the room paused for a moment and resumed the work at hand. Now that the weather is not yet summer, so it is still cold and warm, Eric wears straw sandals to go out. Seeing Henry chopping wood, he raised the ax and his muscles moved along with it. Eric looked at him and looked at himself. There are no muscles, people are black as if they came out of a slum. Skinny without any muscles is that of a grown man. “Huh.” He then smiled wryly, since when did he pay attention to his body like that. After all, he was homosexual, but why did he feel afraid that this person in front of him would abandon him like other relatives.

I said in a hesitant and accusatory tone. “I did,” he nodded his head in affirmation with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I swallowed. “Why? I thought you want me to be your wife.” He was deep in thought for a moment. Perhaps, weighing if he should tell me it not. “It's called erotic asphyxiation.” he finally said after a minute. “What?!” I choked out, brows furrowed in confusion. “It helps highlighted your org*sm.” he said simply like what he did to me was a day-to-day occurrence.

One in particular sat near the top of the list, its cover image dark and suggestive, the title in bold white letters: “50 EROTICA COMPILATIONS, WRITTEN BY WORLDCUP. I stared at it for several seconds. The title left little room for subtlety. Fifty stories collection. Something I could open and close whenever I wanted without committing to a long single plot. Exactly the kind of thing the earlier search result had hinted at. I tapped the cover. A short description loaded beneath it—promises of explicit scenes, detailed descriptions of desire and sensation. My pulse picked up a little. I could feel it in my wrists, in the soft hollow of my throat. “Alright, I think I’ll start with this,” I sai

I would die a gruesome death. “How can you be sure that Lenard doesn’t find out?” I asked as Kaiser turned me around and grabbed my mounds as he rammed inside me hard. He turned savage, making me lose focus on my questions. Kaiser let out a stream of dirty words as he kept taking me. I felt the ache from how he satisfied himself with my body last night, but it no longer felt the same. He had Erica, and a lot of other women at his disposal, making me feel not special.

Caius cleared his throat, his brows furrowing. “It wasn’t consensual. Her date’s ability allowed him to enhance other abilities. She was able to stun me with her pheromones. I fought it off, but not quickly enough.” Genuine frustration took hold of him, seeping its way into his voice. “After the Gala I vowed I wouldn’t make the same mistake—”

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.