Eunuch Stories Novels & Stories

Manuel’s cock was a bit longer than Noel’s, but Noel’s was so massive that it broke my pussy’s wall when it entered me. The affair we just had was immoral. And I know that if their wives find out about this, they would be attacking me like a prey they would kill. If that happens, would I blame them? Surely not. What I did was extremely unforgivable. It was beyond dignity and morality, both I knew I didn’t equip. My thoughts have run me dry until I finally dozed into sleep on my bed without wearing anything but my comforter wrapped around my body. Manuel has done magic on my body that I think even in my dreams, I could feel his tongue piercing in between my legs. His hot hands were reaching f

They were dumbfounded and were just staring at me and at her, not even moving an inch from where they stood, filled with disgusting awe. " What are you doing staring? Seize her at once!" I commanded, jolting them back from the trance of disbelief which they obviously were in. She made painful grunts as they compelled her to the ground with their knees, and I still felt that pain of two days ago in my heart. The eunuch looked at me, obviously building up ideas of what would've happened between me and her, so as to tell the court ladies, who would then spice up the story, adding more salt and chili pepper to the story before spreading it out to the whole city. The gravity of the rumor might ev

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."

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.

Sold to the highest bidder Nomia pov “Eunuchs first” Manfred announces as he enters the room, a new happy skip to his step. He looks up and down the rows of people like so much spoiled goods. “Then anal virgins, then vaginal virgins. Nomia last. She’s the only double.” Two men with sticks enter the room, unchain the first eunuch they come to and lead him beyond the doors, into what I can only assume is the main auction hall. One by one, the eunuchs disappear.

I'd secretly wanted to for years but I never thought I was close enough to the type of guy he likes. Man, oh man! I couldn't even tell you how many men were inside me. Or how many I was inside of. Practically every one of them was addictive! Big, long, hard, rubbery, torpedo shaped, giant, thick, thin, you name it, everything a man could ever hope for was right there. In me, on me, against me, around me; there were slime covered bodies slipping and sliding - it was way better than ALL of my fantasies!

‎This wasn’t the Uncle David who joked with my dad and me. ‎This was a man fighting temptation… and losing it. ‎ "Continue what you were doing," he commanded as he fully stepped in front of me. ‎Fuck, this is crazy. ‎God. ‎The way he said it, it sounded raw and hungry and it sent heat spiraling through my stomach down to my lower abdomen. ‎'He wants to watch me touch myself!' I exclaimed in my mind. I don't know if I should be shy or happy. ‎I swallowed, burning with embarrassment and excitement. I bit my lower lip and then slowly started moving my fingers inside my pussy again.

She lightly flipped her hair, revealing her smooth, icy arms, making her bust appear more prominent, like sudden rising hills. Kiran thought of the feeling of holding Lilian Yanes today and wished even more to hold his own wife — it felt right! "Hurry up and massage me!" Snow turned and walked towards the resting room. Watching her beautiful back, Kiran touched his nose and thought to himself, "How did I end up playing the role of an eunuch?" Thinking of eunuchs, he felt it was exactly so. After all, only an eunuch could be with such a beautiful woman without engaging in conjugal acts.

Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.

But I was still hungry for more. Lena grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs all the way back until my knees were beside my head, completely folding me in half. My asshole and pussy were fully exposed and pointing straight up at her. “Hold your legs there,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare move.” I grabbed behind my knees, presenting myself like the nastiest whore imaginable. Lena poured more lube directly onto my holes, letting it drip down obscenely. Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit.