Novel & Cerita Erotic Castration Story

Surrendering my will, that's the price I have to pay. The cold cream would be rubbed onto my skin at least twice a day, and that always stirred up many strange emotions in me. He touched me while rubbing the cream. Although he tried to make it normal, it was still very special to me, full of calculation. Eric would start at my ankles, and often make me bite my lip out of pure pleasure. No one had ever massaged me, and I didn't know my ankles needed so much attention. When he touches me, he makes everything better, to the point where I don't care if it's bad. I lay completely motionless, doing my best not to show any sign that his act of caring made me intoxicated. Then he would wrap around m

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

He never told us the story, but all we know is he was discharged. I walked over to Eric’s cage, who was sitting in the corner, smiling at me. “She was your girl?” he asked. I nodded. “Wish I’d have known. I would have fucked her one last time before I put a bullet in her skull.” He laughed. “I remember Tilly, the pretty little blonde with the gaping asshole after I fucked her in it.” He cupped his dick, and I saw it was half hard. Sick fucker. “Mmm… she was good. Did I tell you about the time that I wanted to see how much I could fit up her ass? She took a lot more than the others. I managed to fit a bottle of beer in her ass as well as my cock, oh, and my fingers. Fuck, yes, she loved to be

‘ 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

"Ezra..." Dorian tried to hold me but I slapped his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me. What I asked for is an explanation of what happened." "You were in heat yesterday and there was nothing else we could think of doing. Caius informed us that if we didn't find a way to relieve you of the pressure you were feeling, it could lead to death. We didn't want to lose you and finding another person to come do it wasn't a very good idea so we had to step in for it and also, your pheromones were pretty addictive last night. We fought so hard to not get overwhelmed. We just wanted to make sure you were okay." Caius took out his time to explain. I folded my fists and gritted my teeth even harder.

Roth noticing he had placed his hand on Tristan's Thigh for long quickly removed it, " There will be a new development from today henceforth, I will adding a new spice to the segment" "What will that be?" Tristan asked, feeling the coldness, the moment Roth took his hand off his Thigh, he never knew his booth was this cold, Roth's touch had quickened his senses, raised his temperature higher than usual, not to talk about the twitching he was feeling in his pant. "I will be reading some intense erotic stories for those of my listeners who had always dreamt about me bringing them to orgasms, I will help them experience it" Roth said, giving Tristan's his breathtaking smile, as he walked out of

He looked serious. He handed me the paper. I read it. The drug was listed clearly. A slow-acting substance. Known to cause sexual dysfunction over time — loss of libido, inability to get or maintain an erection. Exactly what had been happening to me years ago. I remembered the period when Lila was around and days before she came. I hadn’t been given the tea then. I hadn’t been around before she came, so I didn’t take the tea either way. That was why I suddenly got hard again. Why I could fuck her like I used to. Why my body woke up after years of being dead.

I closed my lips over one of those beautiful nipples, as she rode, "Gonna fuck the cum out of you...out of your big dick! I want it...want it inside!" "You sure?" "I'm on the pill...flood me...wanna feel it...all hot inside...inside me! Give me a creampie!" I looked off to the right at Eric, watching us fuck and stroking on his big dick. His erection was amazing to watch. Almost purple in its swollen state, it was nothing shy of beautiful, emerging from his pubes and that lean, muscular body. He came over to kiss, both of us...when our lips came together, we went back and forth, the three of us, probing and sliding our tongues together.

My muscles tightened before I broke. The orgasm hit hard. I came on his hand, in the booth, in the church — trembling, gasping, falling apart. "You wanted to be touched," he said, calmer than I expected him to be. "Now you know what happens when you ask." I couldn't speak. Only feel. My heart still racing. My body still trembling. He looked older than my Step uncle. Damn it. "I told you you were dangerous," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Now look what you've made me do."

He drinks down every orgasm as he tries to get another. I look down at him between my thighs, that hungry look still on his face. “I’m sorry, honey, but you know Jermelle is gay, happily married, with three freaking kids.” I don’t know why I’m trying to get through to him. I should just take my pussy-eating punishment and let it be, but I might die if I cum one more time. Is that possible? Probably not, or it would have happened already, seeing as I’ve been his for over ten years.