Literotca Taboo Novels & Stories

Emma’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear washing over her. “Please, Mr. Carter…” she whimpered. “Shut up,” he said, his voice dangerously low. He uncapped the marker. “I’m going to label what’s mine. This body is company property now, and I’m taking inventory.” He knelt between her spread legs. The tip of the marker was cold against her inner thigh. He wrote in big, bold letters: MR. CARTER'S CUM DUMP. The words were vile, degrading, and they made her want to scream with pleasure.

Luna’s POV The smell of turpentine clung to my skin like guilt I couldn’t wash off. It was 3:17 a.m., and I stood barefoot in my studio, wearing nothing but an oversized, paint-streaked shirt and a pair of underwear I couldn’t remember putting on. My fingers trembled from too much coffee and too little food, hovering just above the last blank canvas. My bank account was a joke. I hadn’t paid my rent. I’d been living off wine, cigarettes, and instant ramen.The final piece for tonight’s show. My chest tightened. I still hadn’t touched it.

I told the noble customer with a smile and left quickly. ~~~~~ I came out of the toilet and started washing my hands properly and I heard the two other salesgirls talking loudly beside me. "You know, last night, Max grabbed me from behind and started fucking me so roughly that I felt like he was going to take out my soul but as always, whenever he fucks me, he does it passionately. Fuck, I already feel myself getting wet again. I can't wait to go back home and make him put his all inches inside me all night long." The girl kept talking so openly without caring that I was present too.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and I figured it was better I speak fast or I’d lose my head before I get the chance to. “Her mother was a witch, and her father was an alpha with elemental blood.” I continued, I saw as they all tried to process what I had just said, “Yes, you know mating between an alpha and a witch has been prohibited decades ago, but it just kinda happened between her mother and her father,” I said, explaining how one of the greatest marriage taboos happened in history. “But what has this got to do with Lila?” Brian asked, narrowing his eyes down on me like I was the one who made the taboo.

That was about it for the living room, really. The bad thing, the really bad thing, was the mess. Not a disastrous mess, but still… messy. Beer bottles and vodka and scotch bottles littered the place. A cigarette pack lay askew on the table, along with other assorted items that didn't belong there. Luca was a clean freak, a little bit OCD with it. For his personal space to be this… disheveled… he must have been in a… I didn't fucking know.

Nwakali said while moving his hands in an amusing way. “I have always said this thing quite a number of times, but only a few people understands. When a child begins to play with fire, and no one tells him to stop, the child will continue playing with the fire until the fire consumes him or her," Nwakali stopped. He waited until the crowd shouted in approval before he proceeded. “A taboo has been committed in our land and the sad thing...” He stopped again to see the reaction on the people’s faces. They were shocked and waiting eagerly to hear the name of the culprit who had defied their gods.

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

Moonlight made his skin glow. “This night we honor the festival,” he said. “We give ourselves to pleasure without limits.” He pulled the women close. His hands roamed over their curves. He kissed Mikashi first. His tongue explored her mouth deeply. Then he kissed Takiari with rough passion. Finally he kissed Aridoari with gentle hunger. Their lips tasted sweet from festival wine. Takumo removed their robes one by one. Soon all three stood naked before him. He poured warm scented oil over their bodies. It dripped down their breasts and thighs. He rubbed the oil into their skin with strong hands. The women moaned and pressed against him.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.