Literotca Taboo Novels & Stories

That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise. Even through the wet cling of the material, I could see it. The full weight. The kind of cock that would ruin you, rearrange you, split you so deep you’d feel it in your throat. “Dad… you’re here early,” Julia said with a small smile. I didn’t miss the flicker in her voice. Sometimes, I wonder if she ever thinks about him the way I do—though she’d never admit it. But taboos? They only matter if you’ve never tasted them.

"Yeah, I drank it." Cyrus's eyes were like ice-cold scalpels, tracking every muscle in her face. "Then how did you get it out of your system?" "Mr. Holmes, you seem to forget that I'm a doctor." Tabitha looked up, meeting his eyes without backing down an inch, her lips curving into a professional, distant smile. "That kind of hallucinogenic aphrodisiac can be tricky, but to me, it's a long way from being incurable."

One was wolfless, the other was a sex slave with a death threat and her adoptive parents who he was friends with are possibly dead. “Plus, why would you care anymore? Vera, I heard you reject Lucius as your mate and Alpha.” Tabitha said. “About fucking time” “What?” Verona said. “Seriously the whole Luthor Alpha line are dirty pieces of shit. Look what they have done! I have never seen anything like it! this is fucking sick, and you were still playing Luna defending him.” I growled at Verona. She backed away and stayed silent. She knew I was right; she knew she could not defend anything of what I said.

“Guess I forgot my panties again. Bad girl, right, Professor?” His jaw clenched so hard I swore I heard it crack. He didn’t move closer. Yet. “You think this is a game, Lila?” His tone was low, dangerous. “Failing on purpose. Dressing like a little slut. Flashing your dripping cunt in my classroom where anyone could see. You wanted attention that bad?”

"That was me. What is happening, Tabata? I feel like you have a lot to say.” Tábata looked down and, bringing his hand closer to the glass of liquor he had ordered, Tábata drank from the glass, surprising Wyatt. She was pregnant, she couldn't drink like that, she had to take care of herself because even if Brandon didn't love her, he was going to adore her son as a whole. "Tábata stop drinking!” He said, wanting to stop her from what she was doing. "Tell me the truth, Wyatt, do you feel good being with Crystal knowing that all she wants is Brandon Lambert? Do you feel good knowing that?”

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.

Khai annotated as if he knows the precise reason. “They wanted Tabitha, Leo refused to hand her over so they took his people, land and title,” Lilith recited as if she’s seen exactly what happened. Had she? “That’s awful,” Khai mumbles. “Leo sacrificed everything for Tabitha. He loves her unconditionally,” Lilith notes whilst standing up. She stretches her arms up high, her breasts hitting forward and it’s then I can instantly smell her arousal. I have to hold in Rex’s growl of approval.

“The moon… it affects all of us tonight.” Lila moaned softly, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. “Don’t stop. It hurts less when you touch me there. Your magic… it tingles.” Her younger sister’s hips rolled subtly, chasing the contact. Melvin’s own pussy clenched, still leaking Kelvin’s cum into her fresh shift. The taboo of touching her sister like this—Lila, who was promised to the same alpha who had just bred her—sent a rush of guilty arousal through her.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

, and leaned back, flushed and satisfied. The tips started rolling in almost immediately. Two hundred dollars in the first hour. Enough to cover groceries and the electric bill that was overdue. Grace smiled to herself, a twisted mix of shame and power running through her. No one would ever know it was her. ASlimySlut, often abbreviated as ASS, was just a faceless fantasy.