Novel & Cerita Erotic Horror

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

I bite my lower lip to stifle a whimper, my hips jerking in time with his. “Harder,” she cries, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Make me scream, make me feel you everywhere.” He answers with a guttural grunt, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down, his cock pounding her tight, dripping cunt with a ferocity that makes the mattress shudder. The room next door fills with their ragged breaths and the obscene symphony of skin on skin, moans intertwined with filthy talk. “You like being watched, don’t you?”

I kissed her neck and slipped my hand beneath her nightgown. But a strange feeling came over me. The memory of Lauren's body from the night before was still fresh in my mind. When my fingers touched Marie's waist, I felt a small shudder run through me. Marie's body could not compare to Lauren's at all. Marie had started to sag in certain places, and her skin was looser. Lauren had been tight and firm, nothing like this. More importantly, I had spent myself completely the night before. I had no energy left. When I got on top of my wife, I struggled to aroused, and even then, I could barely keep it up.

His face was flushed, jaw tight, eyes burning with possession and something that looked terrifyingly like love. Sweat glistened on his chest where his shirt hung open. Every deep thrust pushed a broken moan from my throat. The third orgasm built slower but heavier, coiling tight in my core until it exploded long, rolling waves that left me shaking and sobbing beneath him. Lucas cursed, drove deep one final time, and came with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside me as he collapsed over my body. We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, his weight a heavy, grounding comfort.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

His fists clench, his muscles tensing, a desperate urge to retaliate, to lash out. And arousal. It’s sickening, perverse, but undeniable. The shock of the slap, the sudden, raw physicality of her touch, even in anger, ignites a twisted spark within him. It’s a sickening churn in his stomach, a perverse twist of pleasure that mingles with the burning shame and rage. His dick, already on edge, leaps, throbbing with an unwelcome intensity. It’s a betrayal from his own body, a horrifying testament to the depth of his obsession. The contradictory sensations boil together, a volatile concoction of fury and perverse desire, churning in his gut, making his head spin.

The dawning horror in her eyes was a dark, exhilarating triumph. I lowered my head, my tongue darting out to taste her, a single, deliberate stroke. She cried out, a sharp, choked sound, her body arching off the bed in a spasm of pure sensation and terror as I explored her folds, my tongue delving deep, tasting every inch of her, every sweet, terrified secret. I sucked and licked, slow and deliberate, a brutal feast, my fingers joining the dance, sliding into her wet heat, parting her, violating her with every movement as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy, pulling her closer to the precipice, closer to ruin.

The sight of her grating into me forced my brain to imagine her fuckable ass grinding on my mouth, with my hand prints gloriously imprinted on them. "Darce. Please" Eriantha whimpered, grabbing my hair impatiently, she needed her release, and I needed mine too. "Enough" I grabbed her wrists in a commanding tone, it was edged a bit on harsher note more out of my own sexual frustration. Eriantha trembled but I noticed her wetness trickle down her inner thighs, I had guessed it before, but my wife had a kink for fear, apprehension and domination in bed aroused her, just the perfect equation for me.

I cursed under my breath. “No, no…it’s fine. Erik is just a pussy when it comes to horror. And I let him work me up. I’m the one who should apologize. I’m sorry,” her response shocked me. She didn’t need to apologize. Why was she being so humble!? That idiotic vampire didn’t deserve her excuses, especially not for his reaction to a cheap horror flick. He was a master of horror himself, as all vampires were.

I bounced backwards with each thrust, his body driving into mine. “Climax, Tova. I want you to climax hard.” He punctuated each word with a thrust and it didn’t take long before I was gripping the fur under me, my toes curled and my legs tensed, the waves of pleasure a moment away. When I began to climax, Erik pulled out and slipped himself into my anus. I immediately tensed, scared he was going to hurt me, but he was gentle, pulling in and out at a slower pace than he was doing just a moment ago.