Literotca Taboo Novels & Stories

“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.

He held something out—a small, dark vial of concentrated herbs, the real reason he’d likely kept the others away. "Fuck," I let out, a choked, broken sound, just as Rox suddenly latched back onto my clit, sucking with a violent, hard pressure that sent a lightning bolt of pure sensation through my core. My hips bucked off the bed, my back arching as the double assault of Eric’s intense gaze and Rox’s hungry mouth pushed me straight toward a shattering peak. I opened my mouth as Eric commanded, my breath hitching as the bitter, earthy liquid from the vial hit my tongue. It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs.

I drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.

He was trying to make him realize the intensity and crucially of the matter. "Forbidden? Taboo? Ohhhh shittt. Zeeeee". Fletcher helplessly slumped his head in his arms. "There is something else too, Fletch"? Alex was getting anxious. "He was just asking me if he loves someone that’s not acceptable in the society what he should do. And I didn’t know he was talking about me. And i told him that even though Love has no boundaries still there are things that are taboo. And not acceptable at any cost. And I don’t know how he took it.

Tommy took out a glass jar, and a plastic marker then he placed them on the table, in front of Bertha. Boniface asked. "What is this?" Bertha winked mischievously, her expression evil. "This is the powerful beauty-destroying drug S404. Tell you to know, if I use this to write a few words on your face right now, will it be beautiful? What should I write now?" Immediately, Boniface got goosebumps. "This drug is a banned substance in a wartime laboratory. How could you take it out so casually? Did Fawn let you do this?"

It had not existed when she began serious drinking, and now its heavily caffeinated, sugary flavour served to keep the mental dullness she preferred to spend her days on the right side of alert. The eggs stiffened as Teddy whisked them. All six of them. He turned off the gas. He picked up a cracked Gien plate and paused briefly to look at the image and words on its surface: La Morale en Action; Missionnaire Convertissant Les Sauvages. A 19th century priest stood with his hand raised over a group of natives with feathered headdresses and bared breasts somewhere in Polynesia. He tipped the eggs onto them. The eggs were undercooked, and left a yellow, greasy slime around the plate's rim, blurri

A hint of contempt flashed across Sebastian's face as he rebuked, "Clones are clones for a reason—they're only replicas of the human gene. They're not humans." "Oh, is that so?" she remarked nonchalantly before continuing, "Then what does that make you, who can't even defeat the so-called failures?" Larissa turned around and waved airily. "Get rid of them." Tabitha was staring at Larissa longingly. Larissa tossed a pink wallet to her, asking, "Is this yours?" Tabitha beamed at her as she took it from her. "Larissa, did you pick it up for me? Thank you so much!"

“Don’t stop this time. Let them see you squirt for the first time.” Lila’s eyes widened. “I… I don’t know if I can—” “You can,” he growled, curling his fingers hard against her G-spot. “Push through the embarrassment. Let go. Show the class what a good little exhibitionist you’re becoming.” The pressure built unbearably fast. Lila’s hips bucked against his hand. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers fucking her echoed obscenely. The group watched intently, their own touching growing frantic.