Erotic Horror Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Margo screamed in pleasure as he began pounding her, his hips slapping rhythmically against her punished ass. “Fuck— you feel so good,” he growled, one hand fisting her hair while the other reached around to rub tight circles on her clit. “This tight little college pussy was made for my cock.” Margo was babbling, half-delirious. “Yes, Sir— harder— please— I’m yours!” He fucked her mercilessly, pulling her hair so her back arched beautifully. The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking echoed through the library. Every thrust pushed her closer, but every time she approached the edge he slowed down or pulled his hand away from her clit.

Each thrusts of her cock drives me nuts, the ridges of her dick drives brutally, her tail pulls out of my ass only to manifest another thick appendage—this one ridged like her cock—and shoves back in, double-penetrating my ass while her main cock wrecks my cunt. I’m screaming now, voice hoarse, pleasure so intense it borders on agony. My pussy spasms wildly, squirting again in messy arcs that splatter the wall and floor. Cum from earlier leaks out around her shaft with every thrust, creamy and thick. “Beg for my cum,” she snarls, teeth grazing my neck. “Tell me you’re my possessed little whore.” “I’m yours—your whore—please fill me, breed me, ruin me!” The words rip out between sobs. Lira sm

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

He fed himself into my mouth slow enough that I felt every vein, every throb. When the head bumped the back of my throat I swallowed around him on purpose. He cursed, fingers tightening in my hair. Behind me, Henry slicked two fingers and pressed them into my pussy without warning. I jolted forward, taking Gabriel deeper. Henry scissored, stretched, added a third. I was so wet the sounds were obscene. “Ready for me?” Henry asked, voice shaking a little. I pulled off Gabriel just long enough to gasp, “Yes, please, now.”

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

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"I know. Why don't you show me just how much?" I clenched my teeth and then my body jerked when he inserted a third finger into my honeypot. "I hate you," I cried, my whole body shaking. Eric's face hardened and then he dipped his head down to my chest. His lips fastened on one of my covered nipples and he sucked it along with the fabric, the other hand still working on my pussy. I screamed when he bit down on my nipple so hard and then tugged on it with his teeth, his fingers moving faster and harder and his thumb pressing down on my clit. I felt like I was being electrocuted.

Seated on the bed, Aaron looked on as Ederic lowered his boxer briefs, revealing his erect manhood, standing proudly. Once more, Ederic suppressed the lump of saliva that formed in his throat upon seeing the elder's impressive arousal. A mixture of nerves and hormones compelled him to act. Drawing closer to Aaron's taut muscular length, Ederic hesitated for a moment before giving a timid, kitten-like lick, his face burning with embarrassment at the initiation. Summoning his courage, he swirled his tongue along the hardness, each motion igniting a rush of sensation. Then, with a determined boldness, he took the entirety of Aaron's length into his mouth.

Still, my curiosity — my need — refused to die. A few nights later, I found myself creeping back toward Lord Blackwood’s chambers like a thief in the night. My heart hammered wildly as I pressed myself against the wall beside his door, careful not to make a sound. The noises that greeted me were even more intense than the first time. Low, guttural groans mixed with a woman’s breathy whimpers. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoed through the heavy wood. I could hear how hard he was taking her — the wet, filthy sound of his cock driving into her again and again. I squeezed my thighs together, already feeling myself grow slick.

The shadow was taller, thinner, with long, jointed limbs that bent at impossible angles, like a spider wearing human skin. I ran. I locked myself in the bathroom, heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst. My phone was still on the dinner table. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and the small window above the sink. Rain hammered against the glass. From the other side of the door came Mark’s voice, calm and loving. “Emma, open the door. I’m your husband. I would never hurt you.” But it wasn’t just his voice anymore. There was another sound underneath — a wet, clicking noise, like chitin rubbing against itself.