Literotca Taboo Novels & Stories

Carter eats and drinks, and Miss Dawson will put in a good word for me about my debt repayments. It’s a win-win. I always thought Miss Dawson was more suitable for Nathan than Ms. Carter anyway. Nathan has clearly grown tired of Ms. Carter too. --- Replitol? As I wondered about the name, Lucas sighed. “Replitol is a central nervous system depressant that isn’t approved in this country. It was used experimentally in Europe, but development was halted because it was found to be highly addictive and psychologically destructive. It’s basically known as a cursed drug.”

His hole clenched tight around Kai. Kai followed right after, burying himself deep and filling Lucas with hot cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper until it leaked out around his cock. They collapsed together, breathing hard, bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Kai kissed him slow and deep, still buried inside. “Morning, stepbro,” he murmured against Lucas’s lips. “Ready for round two in the shower?” Lucas laughed breathlessly, body still trembling. He knew this was dangerous. He knew they shouldn't be doing this. But with Kai’s cock still inside him and that cocky smirk on his face, he couldn't bring himself to stop. This shared room was going to be a problem. A very hot,

Fenriz has taught me a few things about the Lycan laws and how they match Werewolf laws; this one is on the top of the taboo list. “The Mate Bond is absolute, and you have defiled it with witchcraft. Breaking The Taboo is punishable by death; you know this, right? By doing this, you have not only lost Carina, but you will lose your life.” I say, then get up, walk towards Fenriz’s desk, and sit on the leather seat next to where he’s standing. He places a hand on my shoulder, and when I tilt my head to look at him, there’s evident pride in his crimson eyes.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

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.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

The sudden silence was deafening. “A mere aperitif,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her. He reached into the trunk and pulled out a length of soft, red rope. “Do you want a taste of the main course, Lois? Do you want me to show you how these are really meant to be used?” The question hung in the air, charged and dangerous. It was wrong. It was taboo. It was the most exciting thing she had ever been asked. Her logical mind screamed a protest, but the throbbing between her legs screamed louder. She gave another shaky nod.

“I told you to be quiet.” I heard him move, the familiar slide of the toy box being dragged out from under the bed. Clinton had gifted it to me on my last birthday — every filthy toy a girl like me could need. Floggers, paddles, plugs, vibrators, blindfolds, ropes, lubricants… Something cool and wet drizzled over my sore ass and between my cheeks. Pedro’s thick fingers rubbed the lotion into my anus, pressing one digit inside, then two, stretching me open.

But Lucian stood tall, placing himself between me and my parents. “I love her,” Lucian said, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hands. “This isn’t lust... this isn’t corruption. I have fought against it. I have prayed against it. But God has not taken this love from me. Isabella is not ruined, she is cherished... She is mine.” His raw claim on me bloomed something inside my heart. I smiled through the chaos, the corner of my eyes prickling with tears. My mother sobbed, clutching my father’s arm. “Isabella… how could you? We raised you in faith. We trusted you... and you… and you’ve been whoring yourself to a priest?”