Erotiv Fiction Novels & Stories

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.

I scream in pleasure-pain as it locks us together, swelling fully. He grinds deep, knot rubbing my g-spot, his hand working my clit furiously. I come again—harder, squirting around his knot, soaking us both. He roars, teeth sinking into my neck—claiming bite sharp and perfect. Hot pulses fill me as he comes, breeding me deep, cum overflowing around the knot. We stay locked, panting, his mouth soothing the bite with licks. The bond snaps into place—bright, unbreakable in my mind.

“Every time you came over to the house to drop something off, every time you smiled at me like I was just ‘Mr. Rossi’. I told myself I was imagining things. That I was sick for noticing how your shorts rode up whenever you sat on my couch during summer holidays after college. How your tits looked in those tight little tank tops. I wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter more times than I can count.” She moaned softly as my fingers slipped inside her, washing away the evidence of our first round while teasing her at the same time. “I tried to be good,” I continued, the confession pouring out now that the dam had broken. “I tried to see you as my daughter’s innocent friend. But tonight, se

, I lied again. He turned to me and walked to me, our faces just inches from each other. I swallowed hard "You don't look sick one bit", he said and then turned to the couch, I saw him walking over there thinking he was going to have a seat, but to my greatest and scariest imagination, he picked up my vibrator that I had completely forgotten I left there. I died there and resurrected, can this get anymore worse? "This looks familiar, if I'm correct which I know I am, you were imagining this was me while you orgasmed".

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Uncontrollable shivers. Fingers slid deeper, parting walls. "Oh yeah... harder... add another!" Hollered whisper. He pumped three now, stretching sore pussy. "Dirty girl three fingers for brother's anytime hole. Love the pain? Beg for cock again." "Yes, fuck more!" Another small climax, body trembling. He chuckled, pulling fingers out, making me suck them clean tasting us mixed. "Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you."

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. It's just biology." I left the room, my entire body humming with adrenaline and lust. That was my phase two. Trying to normalise it. Making sure to imply that it was our shared secrets. I wouldn't want any backing out. That afternoon, I came home early. I went straight to his laptop. This time, I didn't just look at history. I opened the Literotica website to a specific story *"Auntie's Obedience School"* and left the browser open on his screen. Then I went to my room, changed into a casual sun dress, and waited.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

She could only think it over and over. "I'm being bred..."- the man behind slammed into her roughly, a heavy hand seizing her shoulder as he sunk every inch of himself into her depths. She moaned loudly and thrust back. "I'm being bred..."- the man below, his cock slick with her juices, thrusted incessantly across her trimmed mound and up to her navel, his cock and balls rubbing along her clit with every stroke. Tara humped down against him eagerly. "I'm being bred." - Roy slid his cock deep into her mouth, his manhood pulsing hard as he pumped his fertile precum down Tara's throat. All her moans were muffled by his thick virile meat.

Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure. Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.