Horror Erotica Novels & Stories

The intense sight and feeling pushed me over the edge. “Fuck, Mrs. Harper! Take every drop. I’m breeding this married pussy again.” I buried myself to the hilt and exploded deep inside her. Thick ropes of cum blasted into her womb, pulse after heavy pulse. I kept thrusting through it, pushing the load as deep as possible while her pussy milked me dry. More cum leaked out around my cock, dripping down her thighs in creamy white streaks that the water slowly washed away. We stayed locked together for a long moment, my cock still buried inside her, fingers gently moving in her ass as we caught our breath in the steamy heat. Elena turned her head, water streaming down her flushed face, and kisse

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

His POV I came here with one goal—to kill this sweet little creature while she was sleeping. But I couldn’t contain my urge to play with my food for a bit. To torture her, to tease that sweet little body until she was begging to be exorcised from it. And now I was standing in front of a dilemma. Should I kill her, or should I fuck her first?I looked at her and saw a hopeful little girl who was scared of dying. I saw someone who was brave enough to wish for sex in their last minutes, someone whose pulse was still beating hard, whose skin was flushed, and whose excitement was showing by the goosebumps on her skin.

She shut her eyes close, shying away from me and I continued to pull her in closely and let my warm skin heat her up too. “I am scared. I have not been penetrated before.” Her voice was low and gullible and I could sense the fear coming off from her. Her mother shot me a stare before nodding off and grabbing a rose toy and dildo, going to masturbate at one corner of the room. This was a delicate moment and I took it upon myself to handle her softly. I kissed her forehead and her face, leaving hickeys and marking up my territory. “You do not have to be scared, okay? I promise you that I would be really gentle and I would be using so much lubricant.”

The door clicked shut behind us. “Strip.” My hands shook as I pulled off my hoodie and jeans. I stood there naked while he looked me over like I was something he’d bought. “On the bed. Face down. Ass up.” I climbed onto the bed on shaky arms and knees, heart hammering. I could hear the faint sound of a TV downstairs — maybe one of the kids had left it on. The risk made my cock twitch even while fear sat heavy in my chest. Dr. Hale didn’t undress all the way. He just unzipped, pulled out his thick married cock, and spit on it. Then he was behind me, one big hand on the back of my neck pressing my face into the pillow.

☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional manipulation, gaslighting, trauma bonding, toxic relationships portrayed erotically, addictive sexual dependency, loss of control, identity erasure, and stories that blur the line between fantasy and dark desire. This is not “vanilla” erotica. Many stories push boundaries into the darkest, most depraved corners of human (and non-human) sexuality. Themes may include moral ambiguity, lack of real-world consent in fantasy scenarios, and sexual acts that would be illegal or highly dangerous in reality. Everything here is pure fantasy and is not meant to reflect healthy real-life behavior or relationships. Reader discretion is st

He was both enraged and aroused by the dream he’d just had, and there was nowhere to vent, no one to vent on. The visuals of him forcing his massive cock into the asshole’s mouth was both repulsive, alarming and arousing. Why in hell would he have to dream about being intimate—in a rough way—with the one person that he hated to the very core. Was it because he’d gone to bed thinking about Rafael Delgado's green eyes and the way they darkened with malice whenever they found him? Or the way his muscles rippled beautifully across his chest and arms as he walked? Or the familiar scent that wafted from him?

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!