Forbidden Thirst Novels & Stories

"You will have no dealings with Thalrion. His path is dangerous, corrupt, and... forbidden. You are to sever all contact, immediately." Immediately. The word tastes bitter on my tongue. Forbidden. As if anyone has the right to dictate who I ally with, who I trust, who I become. I straighten my back, my emerald eyes flashing with fury. "Sever all contact?" I repeat, voice loud enough to make the council flinch. "Do you hear yourselves? You speak of forbidden, yet you've done nothing to protect our people from Evelessa and her... her sea witch bloodline! You sit in this chamber and lecture me on morality while letting chaos flourish outside these walls!"

A neighbor’s voice calling out a greeting into the darkness. Favour froze mid-thrust, her eyes wide with a mix of panic and exhilaration. She quickly stood, smoothing her gown down over her glistening thighs, though her chest heaved and her legs trembled. Angel tucked himself away hastily, his cock aching with unspent need, throbbing painfully against the denim. They shared a conspiratorial grin, hearts racing, as the passerby waved and continued on.

A dark, irrational craving that made my skin feel too tight, as if I needed to shed my very humanity just to breathe. I was burning, and in my delirium, I couldn't distinguish the fever of my injury from the fever of the bond. I saw him behind my eyelids—the way his jaw had tightened when he looked at me, the raw power rolling off him in waves. I hated him for being there, and I hated myself for the way my body was screaming for him to be closer. "Water," I hissed, the word breaking against my teeth. The thirst was a living thing, a jagged claw scraping at the back of my throat. I needed to drown the images, to quench the fire that felt less like sickness and more like a slow, agonizing surr

My throat burns with thirst, a hunger that threatens to consume me whole. Oh my good goddess, I literally don't have control over this right now. I struggle, trying to remember the lessons my dad taught me about battling the cravings in situations when it looks like there is no control. His voice echoes in my mind, distant and fading beneath the roar of blood in my ears. "Fight it," I whisper to myself. "Control it." But good goddess, this is far beyond my ability and way beyond my power. The dual sensations of pleasure and thirst intertwine until I can no longer distinguish between them, both equally demanding and overwhelming.

The forbidden want. I tried to pull away, but his arm pinned me. "Shh. Don't cry." Tears spilled faster, a conflicted mess. I wanted to confess it all. How long I'd craved him. How seeing him shirtless by the truck every morning started my desires for the utmost forbidden. My voice descended into a tiny whisper as I cooed. "Dad, I... I'm sorry. I can't help it. I want you so bad. Every day. It's wrong, but..."

The wind whistled through a shattered window, causing the invitation to flutter and flip over, revealing a warning etched on its back: "Beware... every step is a rule." Unseen by all, a single figure stood in the shadows across the street, their eyes fixed on the foreboding building. A slick, black umbrella shielded them from the deluge, a stark silhouette against the storm-battered night. Their gaze was not one of fear, but of detached calculation. They knew the truth of the Triton Aquarium, a truth far darker than the whispered rumors. The illegal experiments, the missing people—they weren't just folklore. They were a reality orchestrated by a clandestine organization, a ruthless group tha

Thick saliva poured out the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin in shiny ropes, soaking the front of her dress. I pulled back just enough for her to drag in a desperate breath. She coughed, strings of spit hanging from her lips. “Fuck… your cock’s so thick,” she rasped, voice raw. “I can barely…” I slammed forward again. Wet, brutal strokes. Every thrust forced more spit out of her, the filthy sounds of her gagging and choking filling the quiet penthouse. Tears streaked her mascara. Snot mixed with the saliva running down her face. I fucked her throat like it was a cunt, relentless, until her eyes rolled and her hands slapped weakly at my thighs.

There was something dangerous about the way he carried himself, reckless and unbothered, like rules were more of a suggestion than anything he actually followed. "I guess not," Kyle said, clearing his throat, trying to sound far more casual than he felt. Silas crossed the room, hand extended like this was a completely normal introduction and not one happening while Kyle stood there in nothing but a towel. "Silas Cross." Kyle hesitated for half a second before taking his hand, and the second their palms touched, something electric shot straight up his arm, catching him completely off guard. Silas's grip lingered a beat too long, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of Kyle's hand befor

Not understanding what this intense hunger was, Snow White tried with all her might to suppress it. "Tell us," Vanguard murmured, "what do you want us to do to you?" "I..." Snow White couldn't take her eyes off those massive, obsidian-veined rods. Her head was spinning, her thoughts a chaotic blur. "I... I’m so thirsty." "We’ll quench that thirst for you." "Please... let me go..." Snow White tried to struggle, but a massive hand pinned her down onto a hard, muscular lap. Her legs were pried wide, her wet slit already weeping nectar down her thighs.

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.