Flesh Romane & Geschichten

Lying there, on the floor, motionless. Cecilia’s body. Myah holds her mouth, suppressing sounds I can only imagine. Her eyes well up with tears again as she begins to approach her sister. We are all startled by the gasp of air taken in by a corpse. Backing away further, Cecilia’s eyes open - gasping for air she sits up.

Roisin His skin darkened, taking on a sickly, rotting hue as if drained of all humanity. Blackened veins crept beneath his flesh, spider-webbing up his arms and neck. His limbs elongated grotesquely, fingers stretching into twisted claws, the flesh tearing and reforming as jagged talons emerged, black as night and razor-sharp. His muscles contorted, bulging and stretching, tearing the fabric of his clothes until they hung in tatters around his shifting form.

His left leg—God. The calf had been opened by something brutal. The wound had healed wrong. Flesh clung like melted wax to exposed sinew. The skin was raw in some places, thick and gray in others, like tree bark trying to be skin. Underneath, I could see the bone, actual bone, where the tissue had peeled away entirely. Infection had eaten part of the muscle—dark spots where rot had caved in soft tissue. A faint, sick-sweet smell clung to the air, like spoiled meat under antiseptic.

We stared at each other, flushed and half-dressed, our bodies still screaming for release. The interruption left me trembling on the razor’s edge, my pussy clenching uselessly, my mind spinning with fear and unbearable frustration.

One touch is never enough. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her insatiable thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of pleasure with no names and no limits. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a claim. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back.

"Uh, yeah. You're almost thirty. You should be married by now and have a-" " Don't say it! " Paisley interrupted. " There you go again" Argued Kori as she sat up on the sofa. " You don't even want to hear the word fa-" "Kori!!" Paisley yelled and sighed at a startled Kori. "I've told you before. I don't want to hear the 'f' word" " It's called Family", Kori corrected and crossed her arms. " What do you hate so much about it?"

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Herman's eyes flickered to me and I looked away still experiencing the horrid feeling of puking without substance. I hate when my body does that. It's so annoying and mostly keeps me feeling like vomiting. Turning my attention back to Herman, I find his sowing through the damn thing. It doesn't look like it's bleeding much but it's definitely the most disgusting wound I've ever seen. It resembles meat, with all the yellow that I'm assuming is fat and the mince meat texture of the middle. Fuck here it comes again. I gag turning my gaze away from Herman and his disgusting leg.

He smiled mischievously giving me a thorough look before he walked away. I was too dazed to move; my bones were all broken, and I couldn't move an inch. I could hear his whistling as he walked back into the house. That was when I realized that Francesco Ricci wasn't human; he was more demon than human; he was beyond redemption.

Veins popped out, his flesh was changing into the color black. I looked in horror as his flesh was getting bulkier, the man was fucking increasing in volume. My whole body was rigid as I remained frozen in my spot, watching how bit by bit, buttons popped open and his clothes started tearing apart. Within a few seconds, they remained only the shredded pieces on the ground.