Kink Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

VVVVV Kenji emerged from the water and it was so convenient that Geiru chose to walk past. “Were you looking for me?” he asked getting out. No she wasn’t looking for him. He was someone she didn’t want to be around. He gave her a bad feeling. Like her boss bad, but more sinister. But she wanted to know everything. “Maybe” she teased and she knew she was doing it right, because he smiled. “So you can make different expressions apart from neutral. It’s nice”. Geiru smiled. “So I’ve been feeling a little bit congested here. Would you mind accompanying me out?”

"And once you had followed, I told sandy to go back, and you both ignored me" "Well we didnt understand you, If you had marked me we could of mind linked" "Dont give me that crap, you understood" "Pig" "Stop calling me that" "Pig" "Go on say it one more time" "Pig" In seconds I was across the tent fuming with her but as I got close to her she jumped up and wraped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and was kissing me until she had me and Abyss both purring bloody purring.

he said pointing towards the bathroom. I walked over, opening up the bathroom door to see a white kurti hanging on a hook. It was made of linen with an eyelet-pattern, an A-line fit and trumpet sleeves. Putting it on, I saw that it fell to slightly past my knees. The white leggings that accompanied it were also linen with a lightweight feeling. Everything fit perfectly. I walked out of the bathroom after putting my unwashed hair into a single French braid to pull it out of my face. Cain had changed, now wearing a white tunic-style top with jeans.

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I let out a yelp as four guys came around the corner. I came to a stop and moved backward as they got closer. They were large, three times my size, and had black ink covering the exposed parts of their bodies. They laughed and they laughed while lustfully gliding their eyes over my body. I took another step back.

"And well you can't go in for the reading with this" I watch her sink to her knees, looking up at me, that sexy smirk playing on her lips. Hissing low in my throat, when she grabs me, running her tongue all the way up the underside, ending with her tongue swirling the head and then running over the slith, pre cum already forming. "You ... might ... be ... right".

I assumed it was just an old wives' tale until I experienced it myself. I unbutton the three buttons on my shirt and choose to go barefoot. It's my birthday, and I'm at home. I have the right to dress less stuffy than usual. I walk down the stairs and grit my teeth as I hear the loud music playing outside. I let out a sigh. From a distance, I can see my cousins making drug rails on the large glass tables placed all around the outdoor pool. I have to shake my fists at the sight of women kneeling between the legs of other male family members, banging away as they receive a blow job.

He settled into a stool at the distal end of the room, his dark eyes rested on a couple who had caught his interest. The blonde-haired female was straddled on the hip of her master, his cock impaling her while he grabbed her breasts, ocassionally slapping her nipples. The girls cheeks remained flush. Kain watched with desire brimming in his eyes as she screamed and begged. To their left, a slave softly jerked a man's cock, as her wet tongue streaked across its squirming hole. His right hand slipped down to his enlarged crotch. Kain derived more pleasure in witnessing fuckery than he did while experiencing it. It was a kink of his he had come to accept and enjo

he declared with pride, as though he had won a game beyond anyone's capability. Does it even matter? He's not someone who should matter to me, especially a guy who touches me inappropriately. I hate to admit it, but this turns me on. When did I start having these kinds of kinks? It's beyond my understanding, honestly. "Ahmmm," I moaned, struggling not to push myself further onto his thumb, which was coated in my arousal. The keyword here is "trying." "Tell me what you need, I might help?" he asked with a malicious expression.