Eroticstori Novels & Stories

“This isn’t over, Em. Tomorrow night… or the night after… I’m sneaking into that bedroom and giving you exactly what that dream promised. My cock. Deep. Hard. Until you’re biting the pillow to stay quiet while I breed this needy little pussy.” He pressed one last filthy kiss to my lips, then disappeared upstairs, leaving me on the counter—panties ruined, legs shaky, and already aching for more. I touched my swollen lips, heart racing. Surviving the rest of this summer was going to be impossible. And I couldn’t wait.

“Adrian!” Soon he was done with me, while we both kept breathing loudly like our lives depended on it. Sex? It was both heavenly and pleasurable. And Adrian was the man who made me feel that to my core. I just fucked my patient. “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked while I smiled. “Maybe because I just fucked my attractive patient.” We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path.

It was the permission, the shared secret, that undid her. The orgasm ripped through her, silent and violent. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, her body clamping down on his fingers as waves of pleasure radiated out from where he touched her, deeper and more consuming than the one in the doctor’s office. This one was stolen and dirty. As she shuddered against him, he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. With his eyes locked on hers, he sucked them clean. Her breath hitched because it was the most intimate thing she’d ever seen.

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.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “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 swollen clit. 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 obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

He licked her clit with a heavy, steady rhythm. "Uuh... Silas! Yes!" Elara cried out. She gripped his thick hair. The erotica of the hidden room was overwhelming. She was being licked by a giant in a dark hole in the wall. She felt her climax building fast. Silas did not stop. He used his tongue like a weapon, pushing her higher and higher. Elara’s legs shook, and she let out a long scream as she came for the first time that night. Silas was not finished. He was never finished. He reached for a jar of thick, sweet honey that was sitting by the candle. He poured the honey over Elara’s pussy and thighs. The honey was warm and sticky.

He sucked with a sudden, violent intensity, his tongue lashing against the bud like a whip. The orgasm hit her like an explosion. Ruth-Ann's body went rigid, her head snapping back as a high, piercing scream tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, milking him, as waves of hot, honeyed fluid erupted from her, soaking his face and chest.

"This is it. This is the truth." I freed myself, my cock springing out, heavy and aching. Her eyes dropped, her pupils blowing wide until they were almost entirely black as she lustfully stared at me. She looked mesmerized, her tongue darting out to lick her lower lip. Without a word, she slid off the desk and sank to her knees on the floor.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3