Erotic Noose Novels & Stories

It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs. "Drink it all," Eric whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching for the swallow. "This will keep his seed alive inside you. It will make your womb a garden for him." As the last drop disappeared, Rox’s tongue turned into a blurring frenzy. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic force, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled at me. The sensation was overwhelming, the bitterness of the herbs in my throat, the weight of Eric’s hand on my head, and the raw, localized explosion of Rox’s mouth.

“This pussy was made for me. So tight. So wet. I’m going to knot you and fill you until you’re dripping for days.” “Yes… knot me, Darius. Breed your queen.” His pace turned feral. The table creaked under the force as he railed her, one hand fisting her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. His knot swelled, stretching her entrance mercilessly until it popped inside with a wet sound. The lock triggered mutual orgasms. Elara screamed in ecstasy as he pumped rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into her womb. The knot kept them joined, grinding and pulsing as they rode the waves together.

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

Gracie moaned as she was getting stroked by David. He started going rough and hard, stretching her pussy. Thrusting fast, making her scream with every stroke he made. He pulled out, hitting his cock on are curvy ass. She took his cock and shoved it back into her pussy, “Fuck me…. harder” she said, filled with sexual feelings and lust. He held her neck with one hand and used the other to grip tight on her waist almost hard enough to bruise her. Then he stroked her pussy slowly, filling it with his huge cock while he held her neck, and had her begging for more.

“Give in to the man who holds your fate in his hands. Imagine how much sweeter it will feel when it’s not just my fingers that are claiming you.” The pressure coiled tighter, my thighs quivering around his wrist as ecstasy hovered out of reach. He sensed it, slowing his movements to keep me teetering on the brink, denying me the peak while his lips trailed lower, pushing the neckline of my dress aside to leave at the swell of my breast. His tongue swirled around my nipple before drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking with just enough pressure to make my vision blur.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

His eyes flashed dark. He stepped between my legs, close enough that his hips forced my thighs wider. I could feel the heat rolling off him, smell that clean cedar-and-man scent that made my mouth water. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my throat—not choking, just holding. Firm. Possessive.

It was only to distract and prove to him he has her loyalty as his pretend wife. She grabbed him by the neck and pushed him forward. Eros got surprised when she held his neck firmly as if to choke him. "Rough, huh?" he teased with a wide smirk. The darkness of his hair made his facial features shine brighter. He looked hotter and better just from a simple hair dye turning his hair black.

The last threads of his control frayed and broke. With a guttural groan, he released her, stepping back but not away. He fumbled with the belt on his trousers, his hands shaking with a desperate urgency. Elena stared, horrified, as he freed himself, his erection jutting from his pants, a raw and vulgar symbol of his obsession.

"Then show me. Open wide, Cass. No hands—just your mouth. Take me deep, and if you do well, I'll reward you with the collar at the cabin. Earn it." The promise of a collar—something tangible to symbolize his ownership—spurred me on. I parted my lips wider, tongue darting out to lick the underside, tasting the salty remnants of us mixed together. He groaned low, the sound vibrating through him as I took him in slowly, inch by thick inch, relaxing my throat to accommodate his girth. My hands stayed firmly behind my back, fingers digging into my palms to resist the urge to touch him, the self-restraint heightening the eroticism. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking with deliberate pressure, my head bo