Horror Smut Books Novels & Stories

The memory of his and Light’s death, and the lingering stench of blood still assaults her senses. However, despite the overwhelming horror, she knew she had to escape the haunted mansion alive if not for the sake of anything, but for her baby. As she masturbated, Zane and Jaxon watched her. Soon, they began to touch her body lewdly. Jaxon’s black fingers caused Red’s body to tingle and the way Zane squeezed her breasts roughly till the line of pleasure and fear began to blur in her mind, nearly left her whimpering. She was unbelievably horny. Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming.

I’m shaking, overstimulated, my pussy clenching around the tentacle as it writhes inside me and the Vampire Prince watches me with hunger in his red eyes and strokes himself faster. “Look at you,” he groans, baring his fangs at me and the sight turns me on the more, making my pussy drip with more juices. “... So corrupted. A mortal bitch like you begging for tentacles in her cunt and throat.” His words fill me with shame that it almost makes me sob, but I’m close---- so close----- every pleasure point in my body is screaming. Finally he steps forward, parts the tentacle in my pussy to the side, stretching my pussy as he did and making me whimper, and then thrusts his cock into me, alongside

I was soaked, unable to stop the pleasure building. Mitch was roughly kneading my breasts with one hand, while his other hand circled and gently squeezed the other. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think. All I felt was being filled and fucked like a slut. “Yes…yes…fuck me harder…” The words gurgled around Devon's cock. Hans slammed into me, his balls slapping my wet flesh. “Take every inch, Yassy.” My body shuddered violently and I came for the second time. I screamed into Devon's cock and my pussy pulsed around Hans. My juices sprang out as he groaned, pulling out and jerking himself. Hot cum splattered across my stomach and tits.

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

"That's the sound of this tight little cunt taking me." "Julian-fuck-deeper-please-" He bent over her back, lips brushing her ear. "You love being used like this, don't you? Bent over a poetry cart, books digging into your tits, stuffed full of cock while someone could walk in any second." "Yes," she sobbed. "Fuck, I love it-I'm your dirty little bookstore slut-don't stop-" He didn't. He slammed into her harder, fucking her with abandon, thick cock splitting her open again and again, each thrust driving a new moan from her throat.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

"Daddy, fuck me while I read incest stories." I slid my cock into her soaked tunnel. I never get tired of that first entrance. I held her trim hips as I fucked her, reading over her shoulder. Seemed legit, but what do I know? Sam came a flood of her out around my cock and splashing on the floor. Oh man I love fucking this girl. I gave her two more orgasms before I slammed my body into hers and filled her pussy with my cum. The best part.

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I hadn’t slept in three nights, and it was entirely my fault. A week ago, half-drunk and feeling cocky, I’d dug through an old thrift-store book—the kind of dusty, leather-bound thing that promised secrets and curses—and read one of the rituals out loud. It was supposed to summon a lust demon, a joke really. I imagined some sultry female spirit appearing, something I could fantasize about. I didn’t expect it to work. But apparently, I was wrong.

The walls shook, the ground rumbled, and rocks clattered everywhere around me. I placed my hands on my face, rubbing my burning eyes before slowly bringing them open. When my vision finally returned, I found the book surrounded with one of those circles with stars in the middle you'd see in horror movies. The shape was on fire, sending smoke all over the place. The fucking book was going to burn down my home. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head. “Not today, Satan!" I quickly rose from the ground and ran to the book as I took off my jacket from around me. Then, I draped it over the burning ground and began stomping on it in a bid to put the fire out.