Erotic Horror Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

The memory of his and Light’s death, and the lingering stench of blood still assaults her senses. However, despite the overwhelming horror, she knew she had to escape the haunted mansion alive if not for the sake of anything, but for her baby. As she masturbated, Zane and Jaxon watched her. Soon, they began to touch her body lewdly. Jaxon’s black fingers caused Red’s body to tingle and the way Zane squeezed her breasts roughly till the line of pleasure and fear began to blur in her mind, nearly left her whimpering. She was unbelievably horny. Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

I felt a shiver down my spine, my heart raced. I wrapped my hands over his neck, as he kissed my neck. He unbuckled his shirt, started kissing me. I used my hand to feel his godlike abs and his well-developed chest, with V-tapers. He removed my shirt, looked at my tits and said “Oh, these fucking tits.” He fumbled my boobs as he kissed me. Then leaned towards them, sucking on them like a child. He sucked my nipples as he fumbled my boobs. Then he raised my skirt, carried me and dropped me on the desk. He spread my legs, shifted my panties and spat on my pussy.

The scent of him—cologne, paper, faint arousal—filled the space. His zipper rasped quietly. “Take me out.” Her hands trembled as she freed him—already hard, thick, curving up against his stomach. She wrapped her fingers around the base, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precome from the tip. He exhaled slowly above her, pen scratching across a paper as he began grading. “No rushing,” he murmured. “You’re going to warm my cock with that pretty mouth for the next two hours. Slow. Worship it. And if anyone knocks… you don’t stop.”

“Just taste it. One lick. Prove it doesn’t turn you on and we’ll stop.” Mike resisted for a long moment, breathing ragged, denial warring with overwhelming desire. Then he gave in with a curse, leaning in and dragging his tongue slowly up the underside of Derek’s slick cock. The taste was salty-sweet mixed with the faint scent of baby oil. He groaned despite himself and took the fat head into his mouth, sucking tentatively at first, then deeper, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed.

"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.

I dig my fingers into his back as he pulls my hair, grips my hips, and fills me to the brim. We orgasm together, a haze of gasps and whispered promises of blood and violence and something more. When I finally collapse, exhausted, I lay in his embrace, his massive arms wrapped around my little body. He breathes like a bear, content, smiling to himself. I grin, enjoying the heat of him, but something bothers me. The darkness in this place. The sins. I don't know what that means, but I know it isn't good. Eros has done things, horrible things he's keeping from me, and he might do even more.