Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

I opened eagerly, taking him between my lips, sucking and licking while he threaded his fingers through my hair. Seraphine lay beneath me, her mouth returning to my breasts, fangs piercing again in shallow, teasing bites that sent sparks of pleasure through my already sensitive body. Lucian and Viktor took turns feeding from my shoulders and back, their mouths leaving trails of cooling bites across my skin. The rhythm built once more. Elias pounding into me from behind, his hips slapping against my ass with wet, obscene sounds. Damien fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts, careful not to choke me yet giving me enough to taste the salty precum mixed with the lingering flavor of my blood. S

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

The sting bloomed across his thighs. Back and forth. Stroke after stroke. She painted their skin with her will. Then she dropped the whip. Stepped between them. She leaned over Gabriel first. Her mouth kissed his collarbone. Her teeth dragged across his chest. Her tongue traced the bruises she left. Then Eren. She straddled him, grinding against his cock without letting him inside. Both men moaned. Desperate. Chained. She silenced them with a finger to each mouth. Then she whispered, “You’re not here to be satisfied. You’re here to prove you’re mine.”

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

I told her I had worked on some erotic stories this weekend and asked her if she wanted to read them. She sent a quick response and said, sure. So I sent them over to her and waited. She responded, "you certainly have a knack for storytelling, detailed, personalized, and hot!!" At that point, I knew she must have enjoyed the stories. I walked into her office and closed the door. No one else was scheduled to be in the office on Monday, which was a bonus for us. When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories."

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

I want readers feel the story, not just read words. The story is also very adult, yes, maybe some people think it is too much. But for me, the erotic part is not only sex. Is feelings, is trust, is power, is danger and love together. I want readers to feel that Ria and Luca love each other, not only in kisses, but in body, in mind, in heart. Every moment of intimacy is story too, it show connection, it show how much they survive together, how much they trust each other. I hope readers feel that too.