Erotic Horror Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Allie started to rock back and forth lightly, pushing her clit hard into Allie's tongue. They moved in unison for a long time. Erika's knees squeezed Allie's ears hard, her hips rocked against Allie's face. Allie's tongue roamed all over Erika's clit, her lips pressed against Erika's labia. Her entire face was coated in thick, clear liquid. Allie felt Erika's fingers burrowing into her legs. Then she began to notice Erika's entire body starting to shake. Erika squeezed her head so tight that she could not hear much, but she suddenly heard a loud grunting sound and Erika trembled. Then all of the weight came off of Allie's legs. Erika's legs flopped, freeing Allie's ears. Just in time for All

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

“Ah... Your c*ck is too big... You’re going to break me...” Eric was startled by her groaning, and he hurriedly covered her mouth with his hand. “Be professional,” he scolded her. “Those don’t sound like sex noises. They sound like the noises someone would make while being abused!” Crystal thought about it for a minute. She tried to remember what the heroines in porn sounded like, and she tried again. “Hmm...” she groaned. “I’m hot... Yes, yes... that’s it... that’s it... That’s what Momma likes...”

I’m trying to fight my arousal, but the mate bond is pounding in my head, and Eris presses his nose against my pussy. “I love the way you smell,” he says. “It makes me want to devour you.” “S-stop...” “Stop? Oh, you don’t mean that,” he purrs, and then his mouth is on me, tasting me with a hunger I’ve never seen in him before. The sensation of his tongue stroking over my clit rips a gasp from my throat, and I instinctively grab onto his hair to steady myself. Eris growls low in his throat, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine as he delves deeper, exploring me with reckless abandon. His hands grip my thighs tighter as he groans into my pussy, the sound echoing through the woods.

Muscles rippled under its hide, and a low, guttural growl vibrated from its chest as thick saliva dripped from its maw. The creature smelled of rot and death. Eryndra’s blood ran cold. She’d only heard of the monsters created by rogues… heard the tales of how terrifying they could be. They weren’t wrong. It was insanely more terrifying than the paintings of them. Erica sighed from above. “I love the look of fear.” Eryndra’s grip on her hairpin tightened until her knuckles turned white. “Get her over with quick. Or don’t, I like a little bit of show.”

4 LENA I felt him then, a shift, something more insidious than ever before. His presence wasn’t just inside my head anymore—it was everywhere. It filled the air, thick and suffocating. I couldn’t escape it. His fingers—no, my fingers—lifted to my lips, brushing over them in a soft, deliberate motion. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it only made the horror worse. It wasn’t my hand. It wasn’t my touch. The realization was a slow, creeping cold that snaked down my spine. His lips, warm and familiar, pressed against mine, and I felt it—him, claiming me.

“My filthy toy, your nipples beg for me, not Sophie’s pathetic lies.” He stepped back, pulled her diary from his bag, and his smile turned wicked. “Read your last entry,” he said. He handed her the small notebook. “Rub your pussy while you do.” Eva’s fingers shook as she opened the diary and found her words about their lecture hall sex. “He should fucked me until I loose my memory,” she read. Her voice wobbled, and her fingers slipped between her thighs, brushed her clit, already slick from their sex. “Mmm,” she moaned. Her pussy pulsed, and her eyes stayed on Hayes.

I moaned, my body writhing beneath him as he fucked my cleavage with aggressive, desperate thrusts. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, the rough stubble of his chin as he leaned down to capture my lips in a tough kiss. "Damien," I screamed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. "Oh god, yes. Fuck my tits harder."

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.